"Why do you want to learn to shoot?"

The female elf Leya's face was full of doubts, and she held a spear in her arms: "You are a wizard, even if you want to go out on an adventure, Loren and I will protect you." ”

The little wizard didn't say a word, just stared at her with wide eyes and some timidity: "Can't you?"

"Yes, yes, but ......" the female elf sighed and shook her head, "Except for Loren's monkey-like guy, it is not easy for humans to learn elven marksmanship. ”

"Especially since you basically don't have much combat experience... You will get hurt, you will suffer a lot. ”

"It's okay, I can bear it. The little wizard bit his lower lip, still not squinting: "It doesn't matter if you get hurt, as long as you can learn it, it's fine." ”

"Is it really necessary?" the elf still didn't understand:

"You know how to use a bow and arrows, and you're a great wizard... Even if you go out on an adventure, someone will do whatever it takes to protect you, and even if you can learn it, you may never use it for the rest of your life. ”

The little wizard still didn't answer her question, just stared at her in a daze, "Can you teach me?"

Looking at those persistent eyes, the female elf who sighed still threw the spear to her: "If you really want to learn so much... Who made us friends?"

Hurriedly catching the spear, Ain gently stroked the barrel of the spear, felt the weight in his hand, and stared at the silver light on the tip of the spear.

The elves... Loren, is he using such a light weapon to fight countless ogres face to face?

The elf didn't notice her expression, and stood with her gun:

"Well, first and foremost, then, the first and most important step, the spear skills of the War Dancers are different from those of you humans, and the most important of our skills is not the spear itself;

The most important thing is the footwork ......"

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At the moment when the spear was about to stab the front door, the little wizard who was attacking head-on suddenly "moved"!

Like a phantom without warning, the instantaneous acceleration made it so that Salika didn't even have time to see the direction of her spear, so she had to retreat and parry.

"Bell ——!"

Two silver rays met in mid-air, and the friction of the blades bloomed into the most brilliant colors of the sunset.

What's going on?!

The moment the spears collided, Salika could clearly feel that the little wizard in front of her was different from just now.

If the little wizard just now was a goshawk waiting for an opportunity to hunt, now this eagle is soaring into the air, shuttling in front of him like a hummingbird!

Everything was as natural as flowing water, and the spear moved from side to side in Ain's hand, as if it was no longer a sharp weapon that could only stab the enemy straight away;

Her attacks have even completely lost the meaning of "fighting", but have become her figure, a part of her "dance" - each movement, as if it can catch the next smoothly, the silver glittering tip of the spear like a beating note.

And this is not even the scariest place ... Salika's forehead was already sweating.

Truly terrible... It's this little wizard who is getting faster and faster!

No matter how you dodge, attack, block... This little wizard has always been able to keep up with her accurately, and she has never been able to shake off her strange "rhythm".

No, not to keep up... It's a prediction, this little wizard is dragging himself into that weird rhythm little by little!

In an instant, Ain's attack came again, and a little chill rushed straight to his neck.

"Bell ——!"

The blade slashed through the shaft of the spear, and Salika swept away, once again defusing the little wizard's attack.

But she still can't break free from Ain's "entanglement"... It's ridiculous, it's obvious that he has the advantage of himself, but it's this little wizard who is already pale and drenched in cold sweat who keeps attacking!

Rather than retreating, Al Yin dodged, the barrel of the swept gun almost touching the tip of her nose, and she twisted her waist like a dancer, and the spear in her hand struck again from the bottom up.

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"I don't know what your human marksmanship is like, but in the skill of a war dancer, grappling is pointless—any chance to kill with a single blow, hold on to it. ”

Knocking down the spear in the hand of the little wizard, the female elf with a stiff face looked at Ain, who collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat: "Constant approaching, continuous attack, is the key to the skill of the war dancer." ”

She didn't know why Ain had been able to hold out to such an extent... But as a friend, I can only use my own lessons to help her:

"Other than that, there's no point in trying to get away from the enemy's edge - the more you fear the enemy, the more you'll be defeated by fear!"

Bloodless, Al Yin bit her lower lip hard to prevent herself from crying until blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The aching but unintuitive hands clenched the barrel of the gun again, and the trembling legs supported the petite body to stand up again... There are only eyes, still as stubborn as at the beginning:

"Come again!"

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"Bell ——!"

The two spears rang out again, and the two of them swung away from each other's attacks at the same time.

And the little wizard has finally found his downed warbow, just five steps away!

At that moment, Ain pounced without looking back... She knew very well that Salika behind her was doing everything she could to pounce on her, and the sharp tip of the spear was already pointing at her neck.

But she didn't care.

Five-step ......

A stunned Salika looked back sharply, and stabbed her spear into the back of the little wizard's neck in a straight swoop.

Four Steps......

The spear struck from the back of his neck, and Ain could already feel the chill to the bone.

Three-step ......

The nervous Loren clenched the hilt of the shiny silver sword, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Two-step ......

A hint of panic flashed in her blue pupils, but she regained her composure.

One-step......

It's too late... Salika's heart was cold, once such a close distance gave the little wizard a chance to shoot arrows, she would definitely lose!

Her wolf pupils shrank, and the spear in her hand stabbed forward.

"Smack——!

Everyone's eyes widened, holding their breath, and they watched in disbelief.

The little wizard who grabbed the bow suddenly flipped backwards and jumped steadily, stepping firmly on the tip of Salika's spear, and the petite figure leaped up in an instant.

At this moment, she is no longer herself, but a goshawk soaring over the dome;

It is a hummingbird with wings spread and soaring.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

The spear that was pierced slowly fell at the moment of falling into the air;

The stunned black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked;

Salika's eyes widened, staring at the "apparition" that swept over her head;

Oops......

That's right... Jumping into the air means that you can't dodge any more, and the little wizard is a slow-moving target that can pierce him or her through the air with just one shot!

Just one shot... Salica, who was clenching her teeth, shifted her gaze, and the tip of the gun that fell to the ground seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in her hand, and she could not lift it no matter how hard she tried.

All she could do was raise her head, dumbfounded, and stare at the figure that was looking down at her with cold eyes;

The long golden hair that floated in mid-air and still sparkled in the sunset, the agile figure was beautiful and elegant;

It was a sight she had never heard of or seen in the past;

It's a picture that can only be glimpsed in dreams... Now it is vividly appearing in front of me, so real that all my past experiences have become empty and boring.

"Bell ——!"

The whistling wind swept by, and the cold three-foot spear fell from the sky, and the moment it landed, it touched Salika's braid, and the long flaxen hair spread out with the wind, hiding the girl's shocked expression.

The little wizard in mid-air clenched his bow and landed lightly under the gaze of countless eyes, then got up, took his arrow, drew his bow, raised his bow, and took aim......

Within three steps, the loaded arrow was aimed at the center of Salika's chest, and the expressionless Ain Rand stared at the stubborn eyes, the bow and arrow in his hand were as steady as a rock, and he did not tremble.

The stunned Salika still maintained the posture of the last moment, defenseless in front of her, and the empty door was wide open... He just stared blankly into the eyes of the little wizard, and the memories that had just flashed in his mind.

The first arrow is a warning;

The second arrow is a threat;

This... It's the third arrow;

Lore!