All the high elf undead in front of me are wearing their former clothes, these clothes belonging to 700 years ago have no wear or worn-out appearance due to the "time barrier", and there is no fuss if you see too much on weekdays. But at this time, Akasha suddenly noticed a man wearing a robe... Mage?

After summoning them, Akasha was actually resistant to contacting the undead, so she never noticed the difference between the original identities of these undead. Now she realized that among these undead were not only "civilians", but also noble mages... Or rather, the "Arcanist" exists.

She walked up to the "Arcanist" and took a closer look, the other party was a good-looking high elf woman, taller than her, the robe inlaid with runes on her body made her very different from the ordinary high elves around her, and when she looked closely, she could also see a slender staff on the other party's waist. Akasha held out her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said "I'm sorry", and then began to carefully rummage through the other party's robes to see if there was anything else hidden in the robe...

Soon, she saw on a piece of parchment the text that recorded the last period of the other party's life - a slightly scribbled high elf script recorded her life, but also contained the despair and helplessness of her life, although it was only a few lines of unpretentious words, but Akasha held it in a daze for a long time.

After all... They are all living people with names, their own lives and dreams.

She pursed her lips, and her heart was full of emotion - Akasha had actually thought about using the Holy Light to completely purify these undead, but now that the war was approaching, 1,500 excellent undead soldiers were an important hole card in Roddy's hand, not only could not be discarded, but must also be preserved.

"War... What a bastard. ”

Akasha sighed, in the face of the cruel reality, the emotional side can only be suppressed. But the depression in her heart always lingered, she gritted her teeth, and simply reached out to cast a strong range of "Tranquility Divine Technique" for herself - this kind of magic she had tried to bless the undead, but the experiment proved that it had no effect, so at this time, Akasha was not worried about the damage that these soldiers around her would suffer.

However, before the mood calmed down, the reaction of the "Arcanist" undead in front of him surprised Akasha: the other party's godless gaze shrank slightly, and he actually raised his hand to make a "blocking" action!

It seems that "magic" is making it feel uncomfortable.

Akasha was dumbfounded, even if the undead were burned to ashes by the holy light, no one moved, how could this "Arcanist" have such a strange reaction?

As if she didn't believe in evil, she directly cast a "Tranquility Magic" at the arcanist, and this time the other party's reaction was even stronger - it drew its wand and unleashed an "Arcane Shield" with a wave of its hand!

"It's... How is that possible!?"

The little priest looked at the undead in front of him and was speechless for a long time.

“Musi-tus！”

On the other side of the "Mage Zone" is a "Spell Combat Testing Field", which is the place where a group of mages "fought the law" at the beginning, but now only the sound of Roddy chanting spells echoes in solitude.

The "Mage's Hand" was condensed by Roddy's gestures, and as the name suggests, it looked like an enlarged version of a translucent palm, with the power to pick up a few books out of thin air.

However, Roddy didn't think the spell was "chicken ribs". He raised the "Ice Crystal Thorn" in his left hand, and instead of taking the arrow in his right hand as before, he directly made a gesture of pulling the bowstring.

At the same moment, the "mage's hand" grabbed the arrow in the quiver under his control, slowly and leisurely lifted it to the side of the bow, and then it was grasped, aimed, and cast by his fingers that had already pulled the bowstring.

"Smack!"

In the next second, the arrow flew out diagonally, and the sound of the bowstring was almost "empty".

Because the "Mage's Hand" could not be withdrawn in time, the arrow was interfered with, so the shot was a complete failure.

"The 'Mediterranean' shooting method is really not good... Can we only change to 'Mongolian style'?"

Roddy didn't feel annoyed by anything, just took off the finger guard of his right hand while talking to himself, and reached out to put on the "wrench" he had just made in the past two days.

The "Mediterranean" archery method is the archery method that Roddy has been using, which is accurate and stable, but the rate of fire is a shortcoming, because it requires the arrow to be placed on the left side of the bow and arrow, and the index finger, middle finger and ring finger need to participate in the string when shooting, so every archery action is quite cumbersome.

The "Mongolian-style" shooting method is just the opposite, the arrow is on the right side of the bow, and the string is only used with the thumb, which is simple and fast, and it is the earliest nomadic "riding and shooting" on horseback, and the biggest advantage is that it can have a very strong damage output in a short time.

But its shortcomings are also obvious: poor accuracy.

But this is only theoretical, and in this world, all common sense can be overturned.

After having the "Elemental Summoner" class, Roddy understands that he has completely embarked on a completely different path from the "Lone Ranger" - the former "Ranger" can be regarded as a "generalist" class, which can output and pull monsters, can put traps and carry damage with pets, but this also leads to its mediocrity in all aspects.

And now that the Demon Hunter and the Elemental Summoner have been combined, Roddy has the idea of changing his way of thinking...

The first step is to change the way you shoot archery. Because if you don't make changes, the original advantage in archery is likely to become a shortcoming that restricts you.

When Luo Di was holding the bow and thinking about the key point, Nai Fei quietly came to him, reached out and took his wrench, and said with a smile: "This ring is so ugly, I'll ask my mother to make you a beautiful one!"

"It's not a ring, it's an archery tool. Roddy had become accustomed to Nephi dangling around him these days, so he didn't say much, and continued to take out the spellcasting materials, casting the "Mage's Hand" and controlling it to grab the arrows in the quiver bag...

"Haha, Brother Roddy is so stupid!"

Nephi burst out laughing next to her.

Roddy, who was ridiculed, was not annoyed at all, and turned around and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Your 'Mage's Hand' looks so silly, like you're drunk!"

As soon as Neffy raised his palm, Roddy saw a small "mage's hand" floating next to his face, and after pulling out an arrow with a sharp movement, it actually made the shaft of the arrow rotate between his fingers like a "fancy pen"...

Roddy was a little shocked at this point: no spell materials, simplified gestures, and incredible control, plus Nephie's age of less than 15 years old... When did her strength get to this point?

In the past, Roddy didn't know the identity of Nephie's mother, and only thought that she was a young "wizard", but now looking at her talent, Roddy can be sure: if Nefi is given enough room to develop, her achievements are absolutely terrifying.

"Hee-hee... Am I amazing?"

Nephie was quite pretentious, but she was a big ghost, and she knew not to discourage Roddy's confidence, so she quickly waved her hand to dissipate the spell.

"Of course Nephi is great, I'm still far behind. Roddy told the truth, thinking that this little fox had always had a lot of ideas, so he asked: "I always feel like there is something wrong with my thinking these days, why don't you help me come up with ideas?"

"Is Brother Roddy asking me?"

Nephie's eyes widened, and the thief's gaze seemed to be pondering something else.

"yes... I want spells to help me with my arrows. ”

"If you want to take the arrows, why do you have to take them one by one?"

"If not, will we take it together?"

Roddy said as he commanded his "mage's hand" to hold twelve arrows and pull them out, the dense shafts of the arrows tied together, and he couldn't pull them out if he wanted to.

"Oops! Brother Roddy is so stupid!"

As soon as it came to her own domain, Nefi was unceremonious, casting the "Mage's Hand" again, and at the same time, a "Dispel Technique" directly dispersed Roddy's spell, and when the twelve arrows were scattered to the ground, her "Mage Hand" instantly stretched and deformed, giving birth to many small tentacles and grabbing all the arrows one by one, and then levitating next to Roddy's hand.

At this time, the arrows were lined up one after the other, exactly like the chain of bullets attached to the machine gun.

At this time, Luo Di suddenly realized: "It turns out that I was limited by the word 'hand', thinking that this spell can only be molded into the shape of 'hand'..."

The way spells are applied is ever-changing, and Roddy finally has a little bit of a way to do it—but he's thinking about it more... I'm afraid that new equipment and weapons will start to be made on the premise of matching the application of spells.

Nai Fei didn't care what he was thinking, leaned over and whispered, "Brother Roddy, I'll help you with one thing, and you can also help me with one thing, okay..."

While Roddy was accumulating power and trying to improve his strength, Sally from Hollier City lost her temper because she was in a bad mood.

"I still can't talk about it... Are they going to fight openly or what?!"

The young duke "snapped" a piece of letter paper on the table, and it felt like he was going to press everyone who wrote the letter to death. Although she looks delicate with blonde hair, her momentum at this time is really like a lion cub.

"It's been more than a month, and this mine has become the meat on their plates? Do these people still have me as a lord in their eyes?" Sally also knew that it was useless for her to lose her temper like this, but some words were still not unhappy, and the steward John next to him lowered his head, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then their invitation this time..."

"Fart's invitation, this is to join forces to cut my face. ”

Sally consciously said a foul word, sat aside angrily, and pointed to a few other pieces of stationery: "Viscount Anru and Count Borach, these two have never been a good thing, my father also saw them converge and spared two lives, but now it's good, he even joined forces with a group of nobles who eat inside and outside Ivota to deal with me, and they also want me to respect the choice of the majority... Hmph!"

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