Karanhill is a golden boy carefully selected and bred by the Elves of Ayn El. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He is skilled in ancient elven magic, can even wield the power of hoarfrost, casts spells extremely fast, is able to fight in close quarters like a warrior, and cast spells.

However, he didn't expect that Roy, who had been strengthened by the grass trial, would even be stronger than him in terms of spell casting speed.

The two classic spells of the Three-Ring Plastic Energy School, the Fireball Technique, instantly took shape in Roy's hands, and then they all slammed towards the door of Calanhill.

The magic shield on the Wild Hunter Mage was shattered in an instant, and the powerful impact made him unable to stand on his feet anymore, and he took several steps back in a row.

Calanhill was terrified and terrified. The victory that was originally nine out of ten was suddenly turned, and he immediately fell into disadvantage, and he might even die at the hands of this otherworldly human mage.

He wanted to activate teleportation and open the distance, but unexpectedly, two hot fireballs flew out of Roy's palm and smashed over.

The vertigo from the magic had not yet subsided, and Calanhill couldn't dodge the elbow attack at all. He was hit by Roy's fireball again, and his body was blasted out.

When the furious flames dissipated, Calanhill's black armor was already burned red by the heat.

But Roy didn't stop at Calanhill, who was already moderately burned, and he continued to burn the magic in his body, smashing out one fireball after another.

The sound of continuous explosions resounded throughout the battlefield.

The once invincible Wild Hunt Battle Mage was just wrapped in the flames of magic and roasted to death in heavy armor.

"There's nothing a fireball can't solve. If there is, then ten more! ”

This is a phrase that a certain mage who believes in fireball magic left on his magic notes.

Although it is a slight exaggeration, it has to be said that the fireball technique, which has good power and moderate consumption, is indeed the most practical and popular spell of the Plastic Energy School.

Although in this world's magic system, fireball is an intermediate spell in fire elemental magic, its usefulness has not changed.

Caranhill was unfortunately the first casualty of Roy's fireball.

As the most famous and powerful navigator mage in the Wild Hunt, Calanhill died in the Otherworldly Lands.

As soon as Karanhir died, the portal from the black ship Nagilfa to the surface disappeared, and Wild Hunt was unable to send more troops. And the blizzard that ravaged half of the academy also stopped. Although the surroundings were still snow-white, the deadly cold was gone.

This is great news for the Academy of Magic.

The mages no longer needed to maintain the magic shield, and immediately freed up their hands and launched a counterattack against the Wild Hunters.

However, although the situation of the battle has improved, Roy cannot relax at this time. The battle between Siriah and Elleris was still fierce. And the white-haired girl is at a disadvantage and needs help.

Bang!

Elleres swung his hammer and swept out. Siria had no choice but to raise her sword to block.

The Wild Hunt Commander's powerful blow sent Siria flying four or five meters away, and it was only with great difficulty that he was able to stabilize his body. Every bone in her body ached as if it was about to fall apart. The tiger's mouth cracked, and the blood flowed, making the palm slippery and greasy, and I almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

To make matters worse, Ciria's sword, Gvielle, was bent by Elleris and was completely scrapped.

"Givie Elle, you're still too weak!" Despite her size, Elleres was extremely agile and rushed to Siriah in a few steps.

Siriya gritted her teeth and disappeared in place.

Unfazed by Siria's ability to teleport, Elleris laughed, and his tower-like body turned into white light and disappeared in place.

"Teleportation is not the preserve of Laura Doron's descendants!"

With the roar of Elleris, the two men reappeared on the battlefield. With his rich combat experience, Elleris captured the direction of Siria's teleportation, and with a fierce fan of the tower shield in his hand, he knocked Siriah away.

The girl rolled on the snow a few times, moaning in pain.

"It's a shame, Givie Elle. On the battlefield, you can't let me have fun. But maybe in bed, you can please me. Like a victor, Elleres slowly walked towards Siriah.

The white-haired girl struggled to her feet and spat out a mouthful of blood: "I thought you elves treat humans like animals. I didn't expect you to be interested in my body. ”

In the muffled voice behind the mask of Elleris, there was a **: "The concept of the first king Oberon is too old. So he spends the night with you, but he won't touch even a finger of yours. The kind of person who puts his personal likes and dislikes above the fate of the entire Ain El clan is not a worthy king! If it weren't for his fault that you escaped, why would we need to send out an army and travel through different worlds to capture you now? ”

The Wild Hunt Commander continued with a smile, "I'm not like the old-fashioned Oberon, I'm very open-minded. As long as it's a beauty, it doesn't matter if it's a human or an elf, or even a night demon. Givie El, do you know how tempting it is to inherit Laura Doren's beauty? My King Arridine will get the power of your bloodline, and I, I'll get your body! ”

"Your fantasies will never come true. Look at the back! Siriah said suddenly.

"Do you want to distract me with this shoddy trick and then take the opportunity to escape? I won't ......," Elleris was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a barrage of gunfire.

The huge body, the ** that has been tempered thousands of times, and the armor that embodies the highest crystallization of the magical civilization of the Aine El clan cannot block the continuous fire of the Roy pistol.

Elleris only felt a tingling in his back, and then the pain came from the pain that caused his whole body to fall apart.

An entire clip of armor-piercing bullets pierced Elleris' back armor.

The heart, lungs and other vital organs were penetrated and destroyed by bullets, and the arrogant and invincible Wild Hunt Commander fell to the snow with a bang, and the body was quickly cooled by the ice and snow.

After killing Caranhill and Elleris in quick succession, Roy completes a new mission, "Facing the Hunt," that opens up tonight when the Wild Hunt arrives. ”

"You ensured Siria's safety and didn't let her be captured by the army of the Wild Hunt King Arettin."

"You killed Hunt Commander Elleris."

"You killed Wild Hunter Caranhill."

"The mission completion rate is 590%, and you get a mission reward of 9000 points."

"During the battle, you learned about Wild Hunt and the Elves of Ain Eld, and you were introduced to the power of the White Frost for the first time."

"11% increase in world awareness."

After a cursory glance at the quest reward information, Roy walked briskly over to Siria.

"Are you alright?" Roy put away his pistol and helped Siriah up.

"Fortunately, I'm used to this injury." Although it was difficult for the girl to even stand firm, she was unwilling to show her weak side in front of Roy.

In the sky, the once invincible black ship Nagilfa has disappeared, leaving behind all the wild hunters who are still on the ground.

In order to catch Siria more confidently, Wild Hunt this time the collective is traveling through the world in a physical way, rather than a projection. Therefore, the losses suffered are also more difficult to make up.

Without a high-ranking commander like Elleris, and an elite navigator like Caranhill, the losses of ordinary soldiers were extremely heavy. I'm afraid it will take a year or two for the King of the Hunt, Aritin, to recover. Siriya didn't need to worry about the hunt anymore, at least for quite some time.

Although the source of the threat has not been removed, with a chance to breathe, Siria, who has the power of the ancient bloodline, will be able to improve his strength more calmly.

Time is on her side.

"Let's go, I've had enough of this blizzard." Roy looked around, not the slightest nostalgia for the beautiful snowy scene, and just wanted to leave early and rest by the warm fire.

The blizzard containing the cold of the hoarfrost is indeed powerful, and even if Roy has a spell to protect his body and is not afraid of the cold and heat, he is choked by the cold enough.

Siria nodded. Although she still breathed a sigh of relief, she also longed for rest and treatment.

The two of them walked a few steps, and Siriya saw the sword she had just dropped, and showed regret: "It's a pity, this is a good sword." ”

"Does it make sense to you? Could it be that your adoptive father sent it? ”

"Nope." Siriah shook her head and said, "This sword was given by my enemy. That guy is a bounty hunter with strong swordsmanship, and even I can't tell if Geralt is stronger or if he is stronger. He once killed three demon hunters of the Wolf School, the Cat School, and the Griffon School, and took their badges from them. He knew I was Geralt's adopted daughter, so he tortured me, tortured me, and forced me to fight in order to bring out my potential. He even gave me this sword so that I could use my full swordsmanship potential......"

"And then?"

"Later?" Siria smiled and pointed to the cat school badge on her chest, "I killed him at Stigar Castle." The three Demon Hunter Badges that he was proud of were also taken away by me. I kept the cat school myself, and the wolf school gave Geralt ......"

"That's right!" Siria suddenly remembered something, took out a griffin badge from her pocket, and handed it to Roy, "This third badge will be given to you." ”

Luo Yi was secretly happy in his heart, and accepted the badge: "Thank you, I will keep it well." ”

This move shows that Roy's status in Siria's heart has been able to be equal to her adoptive father to a certain extent.

Glancing at the broken sword in the snow, Siria said, "This sword represents a period of my unbearable past, and if it is broken, it will be broken. It's just that for a swordsman, it is a rare thing to get a sword that can be used. It makes me feel a bit of a pity. ”

"How about I want to make a sword for the beautiful Miss Siria as a gift in return for the badge?"

Siria looked at Roy in surprise: "Really? It's hard for me to imagine a mage striking iron shirtless by a fireplace. ”

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