"Thanks to you, let me know that there are such geniuses in the world, this is indeed the first order of magic, but the power is no less than the second order, and this is improved magic, if a little guidance will be stronger, but unfortunately, although his trick is strong, but now his body can not fully withstand it, after using it, it should be weak for a period of time, and it will leave dark wounds, if it is serious, the limbs may be wasted."

Indeed, as Krantiel said, Frost Feather's body will be surprisingly painful after using this trick, and ten times a day is already overloaded.

"But—it's still a lot worse in front of me."

It's a madman's joke.

No — no. It's not a madman, Krantiel, the ability of the former White Tiger Knight, whether it is force or sword skills, combined with these, it is not a joke, the powerful water column will be dodged by him, or split.

Crantil was the one who could do that, and a sense of peace of mind came from Rosentier's heart.

"Well, I'll leave it to you."

......

Frostfeather repeated her mischievous breathing.

Whenever the surrounding grass and trees shook in the wind, he was frightened, and then looked around like a small animal, although he was still in the city, but all around him were dilapidated houses, this is a slum, many places have no light, because they have not been cleaned for a long time, and the light from the sky makes the slum look even more dilapidated.

Frostfeather, who was able to move without light, was able to move at the speed of a horse-drawn carriage because of his knowledge of the slums, and even if he couldn't see his fingers, the slums were as clear as daylight in his eyes.

However, even so, there are alleys where you can easily hide a person, huge trees that can hide behind you, and dimly lit corners, and countless other places that must be watched out.

As a magic chanter, Frost Feather is only more than one meter and a half in height, if he is pounced on or overwhelmed by an adult, he will never be able to push them away by brute force, if it is normal, he can still fly with water magic, but now, his magic power and overdraft are almost overdrawn, no one will help him, no one is responsible for protecting the front, and no one will heal him even if he is injured.

Because this is a slum, it is a gathering place for a group of refugees who only know how to eat and wait for death, and have no ambition.

In other words, he had to be aware of the enemy's presence before he got into melee combat, to see if he wanted to fight at a distance or flee with the force of the impact, and he knew this very well, so he spied around nervously, and his mental fatigue was more intense than usual.

"Didn't you keep up? That's great. ”

Frost Feather, who had planned to rest on the spot, dispelled the idea when she heard the sound of the wind and grass, and instead of being frightened, it was better to run all the way to the end.

Originally, he thought it was safe when he left the Chamber of Commerce, but when he ran to the outskirts of the city, he saw a black shadow about 1.8 meters tall around him, walking around as if he was looking for something, so he could only give up this idea.

Once he saw the existence of the enemy, he didn't want to compete with them, and he was the only one who suffered in the end, so Frostfeather came to the slum, which is also his home.

Frostfeather made sure that her surroundings were safe and ran again, without using magic, because her body was about to fall apart, and there was not much magic left.

He was moving at a much slower pace than the recoil that relied on the water magic jet, because he wanted to spy on his surroundings, and if he was going at full speed, even if he was very alert to his surroundings, the timing of the discovery would be a beat slower. In this way, it is even possible to crash headfirst into the arms of the strong men. To avoid this from happening, you can only slow down.

Soon, Frostfeather felt her vision blurry, and she was only tired when the vigilance lasted too long. I'm really sleepy.

He slowly let his ass hit the ground.

The question was what to do next, there was no problem in using magic again, he could feel that he still had this bit of magic, but once he fell asleep, he didn't know what had happened, and he had to maintain vigilance just in case, which required physical strength, and he had to reserve his strength to deal with the battle that might not be avoidable.

The only magic that Frost Feather can use is water magic, but the simplest way to make water and control water, and his unique skill is to compress the water flow and make him explode instantly, and the impact power cannot be underestimated. In other words, it is also the skill that consumes the most mana, so he tries not to use it, and the magic array carved out with his body as a medium also gives him a headache in the recoil after activation.

But relying on magic can ignore the difficult terrain, directly catch the recoil and rush into the air, if you can't use this magic, it will take a little time to return to your home, and whether he will be caught up in this time, he can't even calculate. Not only that, but because he can't fly means that he can't confirm the location of the target.

Frostfeather would sometimes fly to the rooftops to confirm the location of the big men along the way, this place is not almost connected like the rooftops in the city, and it is almost impossible to rely on the roofs to move by the power of the flesh alone, and if you don't use magic to move, Frostfeather will be swallowed up by the fear of the unknown.

"—find a place to rest first."

In this dilemma, Frostfeather muttered to herself.

Indeed, as long as you can rest and recover your physical strength and magic power, you can use water magic a few more times, and at this moment, the painful thighs that were shocked by the recoil of the magic began to go numb, and if you were fully rested, you should be able to do a few more rounds.

Frostfeather sat on the ground, her back against the tree, and closed her eyes. He knew it was dangerous, but he wanted to close his eyes, and that's it, because he was too sleepy.

He thought about what Rosentier had brought up, and closed his eyes vigorously.

The cold touch of cement caressed his head, and a little rest made him strongly realize that he was really tired and paralyzed. The heightened tension seemed to turn into mental fatigue, and he was overwhelmed.

"—alas."

He sighed, loosened the force of his neck, tilted his head back, and then closed his eyes, suddenly widening again.

At the last moment of closing his eyes, the light barely shone into the dark slum, and the blurred vision came into view, but Frost Feather couldn't react, first closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a man looking down on himself from the rooftop!

It was a knight in silver-white armor with a white tiger pattern depicted on his sword.

The knight wore a soft red cloak that did not fit in with the slums, and his old face seemed to tell him that the other party had nothing to fear, and he relaxed his body so that the broken tiles of the roof would not fall on Frost Feather due to the slight vibration.

Frost Feather came to her senses immediately, there was no way anyone would appear here dressed like this! And he was standing on the roof with his feet, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Is hide and seek over?"