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Moshi is a normal, healthy human being.

He was afraid of death, he was afraid of pain.

In order to gain wisdom and creative power, human beings have sacrificed countless wildness in the course of evolution, hoping to avoid all dangers as much as possible. Based on this premise, human beings become human beings.

But things won't work out as it should be right now—

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Mo Shi couldn't refuse. In other words, he can find a lot of excuses and reasons, but the fact is that he has been captured by the eyes of those "superiors" and pushed to the point where it is difficult to ride a tiger.

Mo Shi clenched his staff and looked at the orc youth standing opposite.

With the orc's quick and brief chanting, Moshi could clearly see how magic worked on his body. The nails on Snowkin's claws were sharp and hard, and the muscles were moving at an unusually fast pace, and the young man erected his ears and tail, his fangs protruding from under his lips, and the skin on either side of his nose wrinkled.

This is the appearance of a beast. It terrifies Moshi's instinct as a human being.

The firelight flickered and struggled.

Immediately, in an instant, the other party rushed towards Mo Shi at a speed that was difficult for human dynamic vision to capture.

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Willy's claws swung down at the mage's shoulder.

It's a very conservative attack among snowwalkers – staggering the neck and abdomen to be lethal, and quickly retreating when the attack is blocked.

Wolfdog's eyesight allowed Willy to easily see Mostone's movements.

He noticed that the mage was moving too slowly, and when Willy's claws were about to touch him, he was only halfway through the movement of raising his staff to block it, and he didn't retreat far enough. This meant that he would have to endure the pain of his claws scraping through his flesh.

The tip of Levy's nose seemed to have smelled blood.

The finger claw went down the force -

However, there was no feeling of "hitting".

The arm that had been cut diagonally from a high place had indeed fallen along the trajectory, but the fingers did not feel the pressure or temperature of the punctured flesh. In fact, it felt like he hadn't touched anything.

He took two steps back and looked up in amazement.

The other party was holding a staff, and his position did not move. It stands to reason that the blow must have been in the middle of the blow.

His mind was so concentrated that he could ignore the noise of the onlookers. No, not really, the laughter and exclamations still reached his ears, and they were all interpreted as "humiliation". He shook his head and focused.

Soon he noticed something "unusual".

Something is flowing...... He couldn't even smell the mage now, or rather, the smell was disturbed. Is it the wind?

The opponent was still slow to react, without the slightest indication of decision to attack.

So Willy stepped forward again.

This time he put his fingers together and stabbed at Mo Shi's chest. His fingers were held against him. But it wasn't the other's flesh or their canes, it was the wind, wrapped around their fingers, trying to twist their tracks—it was such a wisp of wind.

This is undoubtedly some kind of magic trick.

However, it was a spell that Willy had never seen before, and it could even be said that it was unheard of.

He quickly recited the incantation, increasing the strength of his arm. The wind screen began to tremble at his fingertips, the power was useful, and realizing this, Levy's mood calmed again. He could clearly feel the touch of his fingers passing through the wind belt, and then the wind screen dissipated and shattered. His fingers jerked forward, blocked by the pitch-black staff.

It's too weak......

The mage held the staff with both hands, but the resistance was hard. Wiley waved his hand easily and threw the other man out. The mage struggled to find the balance to hold his legs. Levy then quickly launched a second attack.

This time, he hit some kind of hard and brittle barrier.

That's ice. Ice stretching out from the top of the staff.

Because of this obstacle, Willy's body slashed sideways, and his nails only grazed the opponent's arm.

Fingernails endowed with sharp magic easily cut through clothing, staining them with a layer of warm blood.

Willy heard the other man's gasp.

Strangely, this mage simply has no common sense to fight. He doesn't know how to control his smell, and he doesn't know how to control his breathing. These are almost instinctive combat reactions for a snowwalker, and he doesn't have them at all. However, these can also be explained by birth defects, so Willy didn't think much about it, and was just gradually captured by the pleasure of hunting the weak.

The black-robed mage could almost be said to be panicked.

He was also chanting incantations, but none of them seemed to work on the physical body, and those barriers were not impregnable on the one hand, and on the other hand, they were bound to consume physical strength.

This will turn into a tug-of-war.

Obviously, a tug-of-war can be very beneficial for the physically stronger side.

The time for physical enhancement magic was already very short, and Willy was not particularly proficient. So he stepped back a few distances, pacing around as he reapplied his magic to his body.

Even during this period, the other side did not have the slightest attitude of taking the initiative to attack.

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Mo Shi knew that if this continued, the situation would never turn in his favor.

But he couldn't do anything.

Elemental magic above level 4 almost requires long chanting and complex conditions to be performed, while spells below level 3 that do not require chanting or can be performed briefly have significant drawbacks. At the same time, his physical condition could not keep up with the speed of magic, and his body itself had no experience in combat.

He is now a mouse in the fingers and claws of a cat, and it doesn't matter to the other party whether he escapes or bites.

The laughter of the Autumn Crow's retainers came and went.

The wind screen and the ice shell continued to rebuild and rupture, and more scars appeared on his body.

Human tolerance for pain is extremely low, and reason is always easily defeated by pain.

Moshi could clearly perceive that the accuracy with which he manipulated his magic had dropped dramatically.

The other party was a huge and powerful wolf, with the burst of beasts and the endurance of the human race, and swooped down on him again and again.

Eventually, the speed at which he built the barrier could not keep up with the opponent's attack, and the conditioned reflex was ineffective due to the sore muscles. At the moment when the ice shattered, the orc youth slammed into his chest and abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

The sound of broken ribs is clear to your ears. Almost startled the other party.

"Mr. Moshi!" the bluebird screamed.

Oh my God, it made a noise in front of so many people...... Mo Shi thought distractedly, and at the same time his eyes were dizzy, the impact was too strong to make him delirious, and he couldn't even transmit the pain to his brain immediately.

"Request an advance, request an advance, urgently request an advance!" it made a shrill sound, and the sapphire flashed with a blinding light, "Advance Progress! I need higher healing privileges to protect you!"

Advance......

The sharp pain of the rib puncture into the alveoli was then violently stirred. Coughing up blood foam in his mouth and convulsing all over his body.

Mo Shi felt as if he was in a daze and said "Okay, all".

After that, his consciousness sank into a quagmire of confusion.

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The woman's voice came from the cane:

"Hello, Mr. 021814 Moshi. Based on the Endless Journey - Rulebook - The Fifth Law, your current Civilization Boost Index has increased from 0.02% to 0.05%, reaching the limit of saturation. Level 2 Warning - Be aware of possible Magical Nerve Bundle out-of-control situations - Level 2 Warning - Repeat - Please be aware of possible Magical Nerve Bundle Out-of-Control Situations. 』