Volume 2 The Call of Fate Chapter 18 The Fierce Battle in the Forest (4)
In the shadows of the trees, Lawson and Senna moved rapidly one after the other.
In the process of escaping, Senna also took out a steady stream of magic scrolls from his arms one by one, crushed them one by one, and threw them behind him.
Fireballs, icicles, rolling stones, blizzards, elemental giants...... , one after another dazzling spells hit Rosen like a storm. Not only are there a lot of these magic scrolls, but they are also of a high grade. Although there is no sixth-order magic scroll like 'Life Bloom' among them, the lowest-grade of them is also a third-order magic scroll, and there is even a magic scroll that contains a fifth-order 'Thunderbolt Fire' spell. And Lawson also suffered a lot from this 'Thunderbolt Fire' spell, and was almost split into a piece of charcoal.
The magic scroll is a spell pre-sealed by the mage in a blank scroll, and when used, the magic scroll can be activated with a small amount of mana injected by the user. In addition, because the spells in the magic scroll are pre-sealed, the user does not need to spend a lot of time chanting spells when using the magic scroll. This advantage of saving effort and time has made magic scrolls always popular with magicians. However, magic scrolls are very expensive to make and cannot be used repeatedly, so the fact that a mage can use two or three magic scrolls in a single battle is enough to show that he has a lot of money.
It was precisely because of the preciousness of the magic scrolls that Rosen was speechless when he found that there were so many magic scrolls that Senna was carrying. So far, Senna has used up more than ten magic scrolls! Rosen has to admit that his opponent is a real tyrant!
Chasing up to now, he has faced the indiscriminate bombardment of more than a dozen magic scrolls, especially after being slashed by the fifth-order spell 'Thunderbolt Thunder Fire', Lawson's crazy mood also gave birth to a trace of happiness, fortunately, the only sixth-order magic scroll on Senna's body is just an auxiliary magic scroll used for healing, if it was a sixth-order attack magic scroll, maybe he would have hated it a long time ago.
As he watched Senna, whose injuries in front of him gradually improved, his speed became more agile, and he threw the magic scroll like a cabbage on a rotten street, Rosen's face became more and more ugly. He knew that if he continued like this, Senna would run away from him sooner or later.
A fiery wall of fire reappeared in Lawson's path, and as he had done when magic blocked his way, Lawson propped up his fighting aura and rushed in without the slightest hesitation.
When Lawson crossed the wall of fire, the fighting spirit of the protector was gone, and he was completely reduced to a piece of charcoal. All parts of his body exuded a disgusting smell of burning.
This time, Rosen couldn't bear it anymore and completely went berserk.
With the earth-shattering roar, Rosen threw out the sword in his hand with all his strength. The knife screeched and swirled at high speed towards the back of Senna's neck.
After Senna threw out the 'Wall of Fire' magic scroll, he immediately put his hand in his arms and prepared to throw the next magic scroll. However, this touch made his whole person freeze all of a sudden, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom. Because he didn't touch anything in his arms, the pocket that was originally stuffed with magic scrolls was empty at this time, and before he knew it, he had used up all the magic scrolls.
"I'm worth a whole 200,000 gold coins!" Senna instantly wanted to cry without tears, and shouted silently in his heart. In today's battle, Senna can be said to have paid an extremely heavy price, and he lost enough blood.
As the leader of the daily mercenary group, Senna has a whole mercenary group behind him, and his net worth is naturally extremely rich. And he spent almost all of his personal wealth on buying or crafting magic scrolls. His purpose in collecting a large number of magic scrolls is nothing more than to improve his combat power in order to increase his odds of victory in battle.
In the five years since Senna's debut, it is rare for him to be forced to use a large number of magic scrolls, whether he is fighting alone or as a leader. Therefore, as he continued to collect and consume less, the magic scrolls on his body accumulated more and more. Before today's battle, Senna had carried a large number of magic scrolls, which were worth at least 200,000 gold coins if measured by gold coins. These expensive and one-time money-burning gadgets not only ensure his strength, but also show his wealth. However, after this battle, all this will become a mirror and a passing cloud.
Hearing the wind behind his head, Senna didn't have time to feel any more heartache, and he flashed his body to the side without looking back, trying to dodge the slashing sword. However, his speed slowed down after all, and the hovering knife slashed hard into his left shoulder, deeply embedded in his shoulder blade. Senna snorted and fell headlong to the ground.
Rosen didn't expect this thrown knife to really hit the blade, but he didn't want to really make a contribution with one blow, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and immediately strode to catch up. Although he was now bare-handed, five sharp claws on the tips of his right fingers were glowing with a cold light, and it seemed as if he was planning to kill Senna.
Just as Rosen rushed to Senna and slapped Senna on the back of the head with his claws, Senna, who was originally injured and fell to the ground, suddenly turned over, jumped up from the ground, and with a flick of his right hand, a slender tree silk suddenly flew out of a plant seed clasped between his fingers, like a long snake flying in the air, and ran towards Rosen in a strange way.
Lawson was suddenly shocked, and finally stopped his steps under the inertia of the forward rush, but when he greeted the baptism of the magic scrolls before, the sequelae of several magic that he had resisted showed at this time. He was about to dodge, but he was pulled by the wound on his body, and his movements slowed slightly by half a beat, and the slender tree wire appeared in front of his throat. He only heard a soft 'boom', and the tree passed through his throat without any stagnation.
Lawson shook himself like an electric shock, and paused for a few seconds before he lowered his head in disbelief and glanced at the slender and feminine but extremely deadly strand.
He couldn't believe that due to a momentary negligence, he had lost like this. And this time the failure came at the cost of life!
With a shake of his hand, Senna pulled the shreds back from Rosen's throat. A gorgeous blood-colored flower immediately bloomed quietly from Rosen's throat.
Rosen raised his head with difficulty, his eyes widened, one hand held his throat, and the other trembled and raised, pointing at Senna, with a hint of unwillingness: "You, you are ...... The look in his eyes quickly dissipated, and after all, before he could finish a sentence, he tilted his body and fell backwards to the sky.
The wind blew through the treetops, blowing a leaf off a branch. The leaves swirled lightly, and finally landed on Rosen's face, covering the werewolf warrior's angry eyes.
The exhaustion and severe injuries after the battle made Senna unable to stand up straight, and he sat down with a slump of feet, his chest rising and falling violently, gasping for air. After a short rest, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and pinched the blade of the war knife that had slashed into the shoulder blade of his left shoulder. I saw him clench his teeth, and with a sharp force, he pulled the war knife off his left shoulder, and then threw it aside.
A deep wound was visible on his left shoulder. The wound was full of blood, and it was terrifying. Since this was a new injury sustained after the use of 'Life Bloom', the magic power of the scroll had been depleted, and Senna had to use the little magic he had left to perform two healing techniques on himself, 'Rejuvenation Technique' and 'Healing Touch', which barely managed to stop the further deterioration of the injury.
"This move is really risky, but fortunately, this deliberate knife was not in vain. Senna glanced at Lawson's corpse and said to herself with a wry smile.
After saying a word, the magic power was exhausted, and Senna, who was sore all over, couldn't hold on any longer, and he fainted all of a sudden.
It didn't take long for Senna to wake up from his coma. After waking up, Senna saw the first thing he saw was the corpse of a werewolf not far in front of him. Staring at Rosen's corpse, Senna's brow gradually tightened.
"The orcs have actually transferred all the Bloody Fang Cavalry Regiment to the northern frontier, and it seems that this encirclement and suppression of the major forces on the grassland is inevitable. I just don't know, who will be the person sent by the Beamon Empire to the Northern Frontier to preside over the overall situation this time?" Senna thought with a solemn expression. But soon, the expression on his face was relieved, and he said self-deprecatingly: "The soldiers are coming, the water is coming to cover the earth, and what should come will come after all." I have spent so much effort and desire to restore the glory of my people, and I have long known that the road ahead is bumpy and difficult, and it will not be an easy road, so why worry about anything now?"
Thinking of this, Senna's face suddenly turned cold again, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Edric, I didn't expect you to take refuge in the orcs, this time I will not die, and I will make you look good when I come back!"
In the distant sky, a strange roar suddenly sounded.
Senna looked up and saw an arrow slowly shooting into the sky. He knew that his men must have arrived at Fort Sellens, and when he saw the consternation in the fort at first glance, he couldn't find himself, and in his anxiety, he sent an arrow to contact him.
Senna slowly stood up, dragging her bruised body and staggering towards the point where the arrow had been fired.