Thinking so, the snow crow dodged the attack and rushed to the window.

It can be clearly seen that Lotta, who did not draw her sword, is deliberately slowing down her movements and avoiding the vital points in every attack...... for the girl wanted her to be captured alive, and not to be killed.

If the order was not like this, it would have been much more difficult for her to deal with the lack of water. What's more, he was injured in the shoulder, and he couldn't hold a crossbow in one hand and a sword in the other.

...... I really want a shield in this situation! A crossbow and a sword alone are useless, but a shield can hold it.

Listening to the sound of Ellina humming, the snow crow, who was entangled again, finally found the right time to put his straight sword back into the scabbard and pulled out the crossbow at the back of his waist. However, before he could lift it, Lotta, who should have been several meters away, turned into a ball of light and flashed in front of the snow crow, and then used a shockwave to shake it over and return to its original form.

With a heavy fall to the ground in shock, Vicor's collar was filled with a large cloud of snow: what the is this?!

This guy ...... He's still a mage?

As soon as he thought that he was fighting with the mage, Vicol immediately coaxed: no, you must not fight the mage.

Seizing the gap between the enemy's approach and grasping himself, the snow crow immediately raised his crossbow and shot at the window without aiming, hitting the girl in the shoulder, and retaliating with a tooth for a tooth. Although she didn't show much pain at all, she whimpered: unlike being stabbed with a knife, if she wanted to concentrate on casting spells again, she had to pull out the crossbow arrow that had been inserted into her body.

This is also the reason why archers have some advantages over mages. Of course, in fact, the most reliable way is to rush forward and hack to death with an axe before he notices it. Few mages can cast spells quickly without being prepared.

Purple light flickered, and the walls of magic loomed. It can be seen that her attack did affect her spell casting.

A hint of joy welled in the crow's heart, and he hurriedly rolled to dodge Lotta, and in the meantime successfully wound the crossbow again.

Not missing a chance, the snow crow shot her a crossbow bolt again. The shot hit the neck, but it still didn't kill it. Despite the complete disruption of the maintenance of the magic wall, the silver-clad Lotta was completely enraged: she drew her weapon and whispered a spell that made it glow white.

Although it her off, as long as she gets out of the sniper range of the bloody knife quickly, it won't be a problem...... As soon as he tried to stand up, the snow crow had to resist the slash with his straight sword, and then fell to the ground due to the force of the recoil. Lotta grabbed the snow crow and threw it a meter away, then turned into a ball of light and flashed to Vikol's side, smashing it with a shield before it hit the ground.

Smashed by the shield, Vicol coughed and struggled to get up and fight back. However, before he could fully draw his crossbow, he was smashed by parrying the enemy's heavy sword.

Still undying, Vicor grabbed the stone at his feet and threw it at his enemy. But this counterattack was as futile as tickling the other party, and it did not work at all.

Scold...... That's it...... Coughing and spitting blood, Vicol was thrown to the ground by Lotta, his neck strangled and unable to turn around.

Damn, I'm going to be strangled to death by a girl who doesn't even know what she looks like?

That's a lot worse than the dying scene I imagined...... I thought it would be right to bury my head in my big breasts (D cup) and suffocate to death on a snowy, sunny afternoon.

Instantly ironic, the snow crow tried to struggle again, but was completely suppressed. The pain of the wound became more and more intense, and Vicor was already confused by the pinching: this scene was as if ......

One day many years ago, Vicol was chasing a rabbit when he was pounced by a wolf. Since this creature likes to bite its throat and kill its enemies, it comes up with a bite and bites it tightly. Luckily, Vicol was wearing the throat guard that was so strongly recommended by another old hunter (ironically, the old hunter was later bitten to death for not wearing it). The internal organs were hollowed out when the body was found), so it was not bitten to death for a while.

But the wolf bit very tightly, and he gradually lost his breath. Before Vicol could breathe, Videll finally responded to the cry for help and shot through the wolf's head.

Damn, the suffocation is pretty similar...... But the problem is that Videl didn't come this time!

The pinched almost didn't roll his eyes, and the snow crow continued to resist in vain, but only in exchange for a tighter pinch.

However, just when Vicor thought that he had confessed like this, Ellina's dissatisfied voice suddenly appeared in the ears of Snow Crow: "Lotta, didn't you say that you are not allowed to kill him?

Thank God...... Suddenly let go, Vicor, who was finally saved, hurriedly took a big breath of air, extremely embarrassed: now there is another chance to escape, as long as he pans first......

"Big brother, you really surprised me just now. Fiddling with the two blood-stained arrows, Ellina staggered over to Vicor and crouched down, "Your name is ...... Vicor, right? Do you want to ......?"

"I'll play, I'll play! Don't rush so much. Hurriedly waving his hand, Vicol seized the opportunity to gasp: "Wait a minute, I'll catch my breath first......"

"No, brother. I'm thinking......" Touching the back of Vicor's neck with her hand, the girl stroked her mask and whispered, "Did you know that there is a puppet mark on your neck?"

"What puppet mark?" Stunned for a moment, Vicol looked at the girl's bloodstained lips, completely confused: "That...... I don't understand. ”

"It's a mark that can be activated by the caster to take control of your body. It's dangerous! I'll get rid of it for you. Instantly, he felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck, and Vicol subconsciously shivered: it felt like something was evaporating on his neck.

"What a pity, big brother...... You smell too much tobacco. Sniffing the crow's chest, the girl stood up regretfully, turned and left, "No food, Lotta." Let's go?"

What's going on...... I was saved by strong tobacco? The snow crow stayed where he was, not believing his ears.

But in the next moment, the girl snapped her fingers. Several streaks of blood flickered in front of Vicor's eyes, and disappeared in an instant. Vicor had several wounds cut open all over his body by the bloody knife, and the sharp pain was accompanied by blood bursting out in an instant. Trembling and slumping to the ground, the twitching snow crow's eyes widened and he couldn't say a word.

Ellina hummed a song and left cheerfully with the guards. The snow crow's consciousness gradually blurred, and he passed out in a pool of blood. The moment he closed his eyes completely, the sound of the puppy came from the bottom of the hillside, extremely illusory and distant.