"There really is only one dagger! How did you resist hypnosis? ”

The clown searched Arran's body very carefully, and found only a dagger except for the money bag and some noble ornaments. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Aran sighed and said, "I've been taking sleeping pills for a long time!" It will also be resistant. ”

"Sleeping pills?"

The clown was stunned for a moment, although he had never heard of the name, but it did not prevent him from understanding it literally: "Is it the meaning of peaceful sleep?" ”

"Hey, hey, it's forced sleep!"

Aran suddenly smiled weirdly, rolled backwards violently, got up and ran.

"You ......"

The clown was stunned for a moment, and Aran took this opportunity to run out more than ten meters.

By the time the clown blessed himself with the levitation technique, Aran had already run twenty or thirty meters away.

Byron has a saying that a wizard's spell slots are never enough.

Due to objective factors such as being physically weaker than other professions of the same level, the habit of a normal wizard is to let protective spells and trigger counterattack spells occupy half of their total spell slots.

Combat wizards, on the other hand, have little memory for life spells, so their share for defense will be smaller, but definitely not less than one-third.

This is also the reason why Aran obviously had a chance to sneak attack, but he still chose to escape, the level gap is too big, and he can't break through the opponent's defense at all, and the reason why the story of a low-level warlord who just got rid of a high-level wizard is popular is because of the legend of the story itself.

Deducting protection spells, triggering counterattack spells, and life spells, most of the remaining spell slots of high-level wizards will be used to memorize offensive spells, of which the control class generally does not exceed three, and the clown has just seriously underestimated Alan's magic resistance, wasting a human immobilization technique in vain.

"The second."

Aran suddenly moved his earlobe, and without thinking about it, he turned to one side, and a crackling paralysis technique whistled by.

"What a quick reaction speed!"

The Joker waved his hand and shot five or six mana missiles.

The energy warhead dragged its colorful tail and whistled like a meteor shower.

Arran's body suddenly moved irregularly, flashing, jumping, or somersaulting, giving full play to the professional skills of the second-order warrior monk, and the last iron plate bridge dodged the ensuing ring of fire, "The third." ”

With a snap, Aran turned around and threw out a gold coin, slicing towards the clown's eyebrows with a screeching spiral.

There was a bang.

A mana missile that accurately canceled out the gold coins.

"With such excellent strain speed and power skills, it seems that you are no longer a first-order warrior monk."

The clown's expression was solemn, as if he was frightened by Alan's qualifications.

Aran sighed in his heart: "What a fuss, who said that the first order can't reach this level, in the years when Morgan didn't study, he had to go out on average every three days, if I couldn't even hold the missile, I wouldn't be alive now!" ”

Thundered

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, deafening, and a burst of fireworks suddenly exploded five meters behind Aran.

"Holy!"

The strong heat wave caught up with the galloping Arran, and the little boy was lifted two or three meters high, four or five meters away, and before he could land, a mana missile that flew through the air accurately hit his calf.

Aran snorted, fell to the ground and rolled out more than two meters, and rows of data popped up......

"The host has been hit by a wave of air and has taken 3 damage."

"The host has been attacked by a spell missile and has taken 11 damage."

"The host continues to bleed, decreasing health by one point every 30 seconds."

Aran endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, and stood up, the clothes on his body were tattered, and a hole was torn in his calf, more than an inch deep, and the skin was open, although he did not hurt the bones, but the main blood vessels were broken, and he could only barely support it, and he couldn't run!

"The levitation technique is too slow, and if there is another way, I don't want to do that."

The black robe hunting flag exhibition, the clown fell from the sky like a big bird.

"Did you make it? Slash at the opponent's feet with lightning and splash damage can completely inflict the effect of paralysis. ”

Aran continued to stall for time, and even now, he had no intention of giving up.

"Taught!"

The clown thought for a while, and actually found that what the other party said was very reasonable, he said politely, but his hand was not ambiguous at all, and the staff was against Alan's body, which directly triggered an electric shock technique.

"The host is attacked by an electric current and takes 2 damage."

Arran's whole body stiffened, and the clown took out a black rune iron, and said sincerely: "Young Master Ymir, you'd better not struggle, this chain in my hand is a special restraint device used by the lord of the Northern Ice City to bind high-level orcs, if you stimulate these runes, the chain will immediately shrink and strangle into your body." ”

"Bastard! Stop me. ”

An angry roar suddenly sounded, and Aran couldn't help but smile in his heart: "It's finally here!" ”

"Die for me!"

Hans's divine soldier descended from the sky, and he threw out the sword in his hand from more than 20 meters away, and his feet also violently exerted force, one person and one sword, one in front and one behind, like a powerful crossbow tearing through the air.

"Exclusion of positions!"

Although the clown was not shocked, he stretched out his left arm and raised a tenacious invisible force field all over his body.

The long sword roared and stabbed half a foot in front of the clown's body before the castration slowed down slightly.

"Die!"

At that moment, Hans followed, grasping the hilt of his sword and stabbing the clown in the chest.

This sword carries the power of the coming force, superimposed on Hans's whole body strength, and he is angry again, not to mention flesh and blood, even if it is really cast in copper and iron, it has to be cold.

There was a muffled pop.

The long sword pierced the repulsive stance directly.

The clown's strain speed was also extremely fast, and with a wave of one hand, he blessed himself with a levitation technique, and with the other magic staff, a miniature resistance fire ring with a diameter of half a meter suddenly exploded.

The two spells were completed almost at the same time, showing his superb mana control expertise.

The powerful recoil pushed the light body, and the clown suddenly rose into the sky, "It's better for you to die!" ”

With a loud shout, he stretched out a hand, and the thick lightning of the bowl struck Hans in the face.

The speed of lightning is naturally extremely fast, far exceeding the human body's nerve reflexes.

Hans couldn't dodge the lightning that had been activated, but it was easy to avoid his hand, and he leaned slightly to the side of the clown as soon as he raised his hand, and the blazing lightning grazed his head and hit the ground.

There was a loud bang.

The clods of soil splashed, and the ground exploded into a scorched pit half a meter deep, and Hans's body shook a little, fortunately he was already a high-level professional, and his resistance was extremely high, and a little splashing current instantly adapted to it.

Between the lightning and flint, one face, two attacks and defenses, several life and death wanders.

No matter who slows down a little, it will end up in a dead body immediately, and the tension is extreme! It's almost to the extreme, and it's exciting to the extreme!

Combative powerhouse! A glimmer of realization rose in Arran's heart, if the opponents of these two people were not each other, but other high-level professionals, they would be the ones like Hans and the Joker who would survive in the end.

Less than three minutes into the battle, the battle between the fields was already heating up.

The clown condescendingly wields his spells, and Hans raises his sword to meet him, neither of them wants to affect Aram, so the battlefield moves all the way out. The ground was blown up with craters and scars, and it rumbled and pushed to an unknown number of shacks, but fortunately it was a marginal area even in the slums, and most of the houses were dilapidated and abandoned, but no one died.

Seven or eight more meteor-like mana missiles roared in.

"That's all you have?"

Hans brushed a few swords to split the meteor into a cloud of fireworks, and said lightly: "Why don't I let you have a hand!" ”

"Scorching Ray!"

The Joker was furious and used the strongest spell of the Plastic Energy system under the legend.

A sharp light flashed in Hans's eyes, he did not retreat or dodge, the long sword in his hand followed a wonderful arc, the angle, the timing, the grasp was just right, and the ray energy was evenly sprayed on the sword body, "Give it back to you." ”

With a loud click, just as the long sword was about to melt, Hans turned his wrist and slashed a crimson sword qi more than two feet long at the sky.

The sound of breaking the air was terrible.

The pure sword qi absorbed all the heat on the sword's body, and it was mighty and swayed, and he stopped at the clown.

"Juggernaut!"

The clown screamed in horror.

bang

The sword qi was like a long rainbow running through the sun, and it was like a waterfall rolling backwards, and a canopy of blood wrapped in an arm fell from the sky.

Hans frowned and said, "Escape!" Is it any door? ”

Aran looked still Hans, majestic, confident, as if he was fearless with a sword in his hand, it turned out that my follower was so strong, and there was unreality in my heart.

"Young Master, you're injured!" Hans's anxious voice woke Aran up.

"Nothing, just minor injuries." Aram replied a little absent-mindedly.

"A small injury is the most likely to cause a major injury, your calf hurts the tendons, or if you don't deal with it immediately, you will definitely fall into a hidden disease."

Hans fed Aram a bottle of elven potion, and then pulled out a bunch of small things from his pocket, a closed clay pot the size of a fist, a slender velvet rope, and a small wooden stick.

"Young master, bear with me."

Hans quickly wrapped the rope around Aran's calf and tightened it with a small stick, and Arran's calf immediately stopped bleeding.

Hans then uncovered the clay on the small clay pot.

"Firefly powder!"

Aran's eyes widened suddenly, this is a common mineral powder, because the ignition point is very low, so it is generally used as a fire.

"You don't want to ......"

Hans said in a deep voice, "The elven potion has the effect of stopping bleeding and building muscles, but the wound must be disinfected just in case. ”

Aran looked at the can of firefly powder, with a strange expression, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect that someone from me would have such a hard day!" ”

Hans handed Aran a piece of wood, but he shook his head and refused, "I don't need this, don't worry!" ”

Hans was stunned for a moment, and instead of insisting, he said, "Good! Young master, bear with me. ”

bang

Hans flicked the bottom of the jar with his fingers, and his strength was very delicate, and a puff of firefly powder floated out of the mouth of the can, and evenly applied a layer to Aran's wound.

disheveled

When the firefly encounters fresh air, it quickly burns and releases heat, bursting into a half-inch-tall yellow and blue flame.

All the nerves in Alan's body are like high-voltage electricity, and the muscles are spasmed, and the corners of Aran's eyes are beating rapidly, but his eyes are extremely calm, his lips are pursed, and he does not make a sound, and the strength of his will at 29 points is revealed.

Hans cut the rope, the blood flowed, the wound was charred and blackened, and the bleeding stopped.

Aran slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, lifted the sweaty hair on his forehead, and with a cheerful smile on his pale face, he said loudly: "Hans, is your young master hard?" ”

Hans nodded and sighed, "Hard! ”

Aran was a little dissatisfied with this answer and said, "How hard? ”

Hans looked at him very seriously and said, "It's hard! ”

Aran also looked back very seriously: "Hans, is your hobby talking nonsense?" ”

Hans shook his head and said, "I'm just telling the truth. ”

…………

Aran stood up with support, thanking Fang Cai for the severe pain and dispelling the after-effects of the electric shock left by the Joker, of course, if he had a choice, he would prefer to slowly adapt to the paralysis.

Hans untied his cloak and put it on Aran and said, "Young master, let's go home!" ”

Aran nodded and said, "Hans, it turns out that you are a sword master. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Hans's mouth and said: "The fiasco under Lord Luo Ya three years ago gave me a little understanding, and finally two years ago, I transferred to a sword master, and now I am a level 15 swordsman/level 3 sword master, the sword qi shrouds the range is thirty feet, and the red sword qi just now is borrowed from the opponent's spell energy, which belongs to the super long play." ”

"Thirty feet."

Aran simply converted, it was about ten meters, no wonder Hans chose to throw a long sword at the beginning, but did not stimulate the sword qi!