The battle began with a crossbow bolt that broke through the sky.

A little crystal light, through the snow and wind, shot straight behind the alchemist boy, shining in everyone's eyes, "Be careful, explode the crossbow!" I don't know who suddenly shouted. Silverstone reacted the fastest, turned, raised his hand and liked the city, and an invisible ripple spread out from his hand, enveloping the crossbow.

But the arrow moved in mid-air, as if it had suddenly come to life, like a swimming fish and a spell staggered. Silverstone was stunned—a powerful magician—and he quickly withdrew his hand and gave himself a deflection field.

At the same moment, the priests in the team also chanted to open a semicircular shield, and after the arrow missed the spell, it hit the edge of the shield, and immediately flashed a blinding fire. In the light of the explosion, Silverstone saw the huge shield crack inch by inch, and the shockwave swept down, bringing up a strong wind and broken snow, and rushed to his face.

He was only not knocked to the ground because of the protection of the deflection technique, but the fire qi elemental envoy on the other side was not so lucky, and the opponent closest to the center of the explosion was directly blown away, but fortunately fell into a snowdrift and was not too injured.

But the next moment, Silverstone still heard the other party's screams, so terrible that he was almost inhuman-

He thought there was some ambush over there, but when he looked back, he found that the other party's face was dyed grass green. It turned out that the snow was not a snowdrift at all, but a ball of feces that Mr. Graystone had pulled out of boredom, because it had been snowing for a while—a thin layer of snowflakes had been covered with it.

The unlucky fire elemental envoy didn't know if it was too good luck or too bad, so he plunged into it. The latter was angry and anxious, waving his hands and screaming loudly, and finally the sluggish Grey Ridge Negative Hill Beast noticed that there was a stranger behind him.

With a flick of its tail, it whipped the man away, and the latter's screams stopped abruptly.

Mr. Greystone shook his head in satisfaction, thinking that the world was finally clear.

Seeing this, Silverstone secretly scolded an idiot. He had already seen a little white light floating in the snow, and it was obvious that the other party was already dead, and there was no need to think about any rescue problems. From the communication channel, the voice of blood-colored wings was questioning, "Why didn't you stop the crossbow just now?" ”

"The other party has the power to be a magician."

"And a crossbow archer."

The snow wind from the explosion had not subsided, the people of Ragnarok could not see each other, the sharp wind almost overshadowed all sounds, and the dark fairy tale could only give a loud order through the communication crystal: "Chen Shu, you go and deal with that fist saint!" ”

"Potos, go find that magician!"

"Watch out for the other party's flexible build, the others will move closer to me first!"

Everyone nodded. Chen Shu also jumped up from the ground, Baggins had spared his life earlier, and according to the rules between swordsmen, he could no longer attack the former. But according to the orders of the dark fairy tale, it is no problem to find the maid lady as an opponent.

The Ragnarok who swapped places with him were the main musketeers on the team, but Potos was neither a Nightingale, nor an Assassin, nor a Shadow Dancer, nor did he have the ability to find the opposing sorcerer in the snowy wind.

But as soon as he stepped back, Silverstone's voice immediately came from the private channel: "That magician should be on our left, with that platform as the center at seven o'clock." The power spell is a mid-range spell, and the opponent will not exceed a hundred feet. ”

Silverstone spoke quickly. He seemed to have a natural acuity in the path of the magician, and with a slight groan, he could describe the location of the other magician as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Potos only nodded: "Roger." ”

Thirty meters is not too far.

But before he could turn around, he heard a voice coming from behind him: "Are you looking for me?" ”

Potos turned around in shock, although his reconnaissance skills were average, but he was not so good that people would not know that they were behind him. After turning around, he realized that there was no figure at all, only a crooked snowman, standing in the wind and snow.

Its mouth opened and closed, and it was still there to speak to him: "Are you looking for me?" ”

"What the hell?"

Potos, knowing that he was being teased, slashed the snowman with his sword, causing it to fall into the snow. But a moment later, the snowman was gathered by an invisible hand and stood up again.

The other party is still the same sentence: "Are you looking for me?" ”

Potos was stunned when he saw this scene, and suddenly reacted, it was a power spell, plus a sound transmission spell - the magician must be nearby - he calmed down and walked straight through the snowman.

But he didn't take two steps before he stopped again.

Because Potos saw that behind the vast wind and snow in front of him, the other party's magician did not hide, but stood in black clothes and looked at him in the wind and snow. The other man wore a pointed wizard's hat, a trench coat, and an erect collar that wrapped himself tightly - and tilted his head at him and asked:

"Are you looking for me?"

Potos subconsciously thought it was a trap, but when he looked left and right, it was clear that no one existed.

With his sword in hand, he muttered, "Pretending to be a ghost," and stabbed the sorcerer with a sword. He imagined various possibilities in his mind, including his own sword stabbing through it, and the stab was only a phantom.

The opponent may be hiding somewhere else, and when he is fooled and unable to retract, he will attack him with a spell, so Potos retains a little strength and is always on the lookout for possible attacks around him.

But what the musketeer never expected was that he still guessed wrong.

The sorcerer looked indifferent, drew a thin sword from behind him, stepped forward, and struck him with a sword. The two swords intersected, pulling out a spark in the snowy wind.

And because Potos retained a little spare strength in his hand, the first sword suffered a big loss - he obviously felt that the opponent's strength was far inferior to him, as long as he shot with all his strength, the opponent would definitely have to retreat.

But there is no regret medicine in this world, and he exchanged swords with the 'magician', and the two of them each took a step back. But at this moment, the other party actually made an unbelievable move - raised his left hand and pushed him.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? Potos was still stunned in his heart, several types of swordsmen with different swordsmanship flashed in his mind, as the reserve of Ragnarok's elite regiment, he was still well-informed, but he had never seen this kind of swordsmanship.

But before he could finish thinking about it, he suddenly felt an invisible force push him.

The push almost threw him off balance, and he shook it before he regained his footing. And the 'Wind Spirit Seal' behind the 'Magician' flashed, and he raised the sword in his hand again, the blade was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and a sword stabbed at him.

Potos screamed in his heart, and the moment he saw the 'Wind Spirit Seal', he finally determined the other party's profession - it was really a magician, because no one except the magician knew this magician's proprietary acceleration spell.

But it's too late to think about anything at the moment.

In a state of losing his balance, Potos could only barely return to the sword to block, and this block, the sword and sword fell to the downwind. The 'Magician' was completely unforgiving, and he didn't give him any chance to catch his breath in one round.

The opponent unleashed seven swords in a row, and the swords and swords almost broke through his defense, and when the eighth sword arrived, Potos's balance value had fallen to the bottom limit, and the dodge and block were almost cleared together. "You can still block a sword!" The thought crossed his mind.

And at this moment, the 'magician' in front shouted: "Snowman, attack!" ”

Potos was horrified, and then he remembered that there was a snowman behind him who was controlled by the other party.

He subconsciously turned his head, but saw that the snowman was motionless, and even his head had already been blown off by the snowstorm, leaving only a low snowdrift. And where did the snowman attack come from?

He suddenly realized that something was wrong, but there was already a sharp pain in his chest.

A rapier stabbed out of it.

Potos opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, the system's warning as sharp as a buzzer, echoing repeatedly in his head. The light blue pages of light were fading a little, and he looked up, and the vision around him seemed to gradually dim.

He felt someone push him from behind, knocking him down in the snow, which was a bit icy and biting.

Then he heard a voice coming from behind him, "Hey, can you hear me?" How could a snowman move, do you think you have a problem with your brain? But it's good that you're stupid enough, otherwise my balance value is about to be cleared, and I really don't have human rights if I have a low level......"

Potos opened his mouth and coughed up another mouthful of blood, and then his eyes went black and he didn't know anything.

The box rummaged through the musketeer's corpse and was a little disappointed to find that nothing had fallen. He straightened up, put away his sword and sheathed it, patted the snow on his body, and muttered: "Swordsmanship is not as good as mine, and magic is not as good as mine, why is the person he is looking for so unreliable......"

The wind and snow gradually became heavier.

The white snow obscured almost everyone's vision.

Silverstone also sensed that something was wrong at this time, and Potos's name was darkened from the communication channel, this was the third man they had lost since the start of the war, and with the seriously wounded priest, this had exceeded the highest record since the formation of their regiment.

He vaguely felt that there might be some mistakes in the judgment of the dark fairy tale, and this so-called 'free adventure party' did not seem to be as simple as they had imagined.

Thinking of this, he suddenly froze, and vaguely remembered the female knight he had seen in the wind and snow before—he always felt that the other party seemed to be a little familiar and where he had seen it, but in a hurry, he couldn't remember who the other party was.

The mixed mind interfered with his spells, and the ice golem was no match for the huge construct, and was retreating.

The knight's command was heard in the cold wind from afar, and the Dulun City guards were finally ready to attack, so he was a little relieved, no matter how they said it, it was also a numerical advantage. If you can't win against a free adventurer group with the back of the Dulun City Guard, it will be too outrageous.

How they are also members of the elite group of the Ragnarok chapter.

"There's something wrong with this blizzard," the dark fairy tale voice came from the communication channel, "the blizzard from the explosive crossbow hasn't stopped, and I think it's a spell effect." ”

The other party asked the others in the communication channel: "Scarlet Wings, can you dispel this blizzard?" ”

Scarlet Wings shook his head: "The Elemental Envoy doesn't have such a spell. ”

"Silverstone?"

Silverstone was speechless for a while, the water and gas elemental envoys couldn't create such an effect, what could he do as a magician? However, there was something wrong with the snowstorm, as it seemed to haunt the vicinity of the platform, obscuring their view.

And it was at this time that he suddenly snorted.

At that moment, he felt that he had lost contact with the ice golem, and he hurriedly looked back to see that a spark had indeed jumped out of the magic furnace - this was a mana reversal phenomenon, and his spell had been forcibly broken.

Silverstone hurriedly backhanded the pressure relief valve to prevent the retrograde magic from burning the aether guide on the magician, and at the same time reminded everyone: "Be careful, my ice golem can't stop the opponent's construct, it may enter immediately." ”

But before he could finish speaking, he felt the ground jump heavily.

The other party's target turned out to be him, Yinshi's heart was cold, but in this vast snow wind, how did the other party find out his exact location?

But he didn't have time to think too much, in the wind and snow in front of him, the tall figure had already broken through the fog, and the huge spear in his hand stabbed at him. And the magician has any dodge ability, and before Silverstone can react, he is pierced by a shot.

However, his teleportation robe saved his life, as the most valuable magic guide on the market unleashed a last-minute spell that teleported him and landed dozens of feet away.

The teleportation robe left a phantom in its place, allowing the spear of the Orphen Twins to pierce the phantom with a single shot.

However, Silverstone got up from the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he unbuttoned the magic furnace with a 'click', throwing it all into the snow. After this blow, this magic furnace can be regarded as completely scrapped.

He raised his head and looked at the huge structure as if his eyes could penetrate the snow wind, and walked straight towards him, before he couldn't help but shout into the communication channel: "Blood wings, help me!" ”

"I'm ——!"

The Water Vapor Elemental Envoy raised his right hand and was about to summon the crystal, but suddenly, he saw a flash of blue light in front of him, and an ice ridge shot in this direction. He was startled, and hurriedly flashed to the side, and the spell in his hand naturally failed.

The other party also has elemental envoys.

Scarlet Wings reacted, but this spell also revealed the opponent's position, and he didn't care about Silverstone's side anymore, and raised his hand again, only this time what he was preparing was no longer a second-ring spell.

It's a ring spell.

In the absence of cover, the battle between the Elemental Envoy and the Elemental Envoy is actually only one kind of confrontation.

That is, who has more computing power and faster casting speed.

After all, no one gives the fool time to prepare high-level spells for their opponents, so in this case, the faster low-level spells are the best choice.

However, this is not to say that the low-level elemental envoys and high-level elemental envoys will be pulled to the same level in such a situation, because the elemental envoys who have mastered the high-ring elemental spells will also have an advantage over the low-level elemental envoys in their mastery of low-level elemental spells.

And as the main elemental envoy of this team, the blood-colored wings of course saw through the previous spell at the first time that the other party's elemental level was far inferior to his own. To deal with such a newcomer, it is naturally the best choice to solve the other party in the fastest way, and then solve the trouble on Silverstone's side.

He was very confident in his calculation power and spell casting speed, and apart from being unable to compare to those monsters in the Guild Brigade, even among the elite regiments, his level in this regard was among the best.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he had just summoned the empty crystal, and the exact same scene appeared again, with a blue light flashing in front of him, and another ice ridge shot in this direction.

"I ......"

Scarlet Wings swallowed a national curse back into his stomach, and then raised his elemental staff to summon a shield that could stop the spell. But what kind of experience is it like to compare the casting speed with a novice?

And how did the other party find his location accurately in the wind and snow?

The blood-colored wings are in a mess, even those monsters in the brigade, and the casting speed is not as fast as this, so the other party has to open the plug-in? But he was stunned for a moment, and he had already learned the answer to the previous question from the communication channel-

For he heard a scream from Silverstone.

"It's a clockwork goblin......"

Silverstone shouts in the communication channel, "The other party is spying on us with a clockwork elf......"

The sorcerer's voice was full of panic and incredulity: "More than one, many ...... They certainly have more than one combat craftsman......"

The latter's voice stopped abruptly with a muffled grunt, and the next moment, Scarlet Wings saw its ID dim from the communication channel.

The Elemental Envoy couldn't help but raise his head a little dazedly, looking at the white wind and snow in front of him, and at this moment another blue light shot out, and the ice edge crashed into his shield and shattered. But he was distracted for a moment—

The fourth teammate to fall.

Since their formation, although the team is not very harmonious internally, it has never suffered such heavy losses.

Is the other party really a free adventure party?

And at this moment, outside of the wind and snow, the uncrowned crown lying on the ground also opened its mouth. He was looking at the tall young man in elemental costume standing beside him, who had one elemental crystal after another in his hand out of thin air as if by magic.

Then the other party raised his hand and shot a blue light into the wind and snow in front of him.

At the same moment, a voice spoke in the latter's communication crystal, reminding them:

"The direction you are directly in front of you to the right, about fifty feet, is the other party's elemental envoy."

"The swordsman and the musketeer are in the other direction."

"This time the spell is a little crooked, try it a few degrees to the left."

"Alright," the voice clapped his hands came from the crystal, and the voice said with some ease, "The other party's magician has been eliminated." ”

"Luo Yu, move closer to me, Miss Sophie has found their commander."

"Sophie?"

The uncrowned crown was slightly stunned, and suddenly thought of something.

It can't be that Sophie, right?

……