Letting the blood flow from the wound on her back, Valrhona's fairy-like face was now pale. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info There was a lot of sweat dripping from her forehead, and the unbearable pain made her frown. Although the pain made her almost unreserved, Valrhona, with her great self-esteem, would never allow herself to show her awkward demeanor in front of such an offensive opponent. So, the beautiful archer, though he was unable to stand up straight from the pain, still bit his lip and did not make a sound.

"Oh, why are you so bothered, just scream out if it hurts!" Ararto said, sticking out his tongue and licking a mouthful of blood from the blade.

"Let me make a cry begging for mercy from a guy like you, dream!" Valrhona said angrily.

"What a stubborn beauty, the moans and screams that come out of your mouth must be addictive. Let me torture you well, uncle, and I'll see how long you can endure it!" Arato's smirk and chanting magic again.

"I won't let you get away with it!" Valrhona didn't take a long-range attack this time, and rushed straight in the direction of Arato, the blood gushing from her back spilled a bloody flower in the air.

Arato's hands were raised flat forward, his magic seeping into the sand beneath his feet. On both sides of Valrhona, huge spur-like stones rose into the sky, and they were densely packed together, forming a huge clip-like passage between Arato and Valrhona.

As she ran, Valrhona felt that she had made the right decision, because if she had stayed where she had just been, she would not have been able to escape from such a wide range of spells.

"Dungeon!" Arato's hands squeezed hard, and the huge stone clamp snapped shut.

Seeing that Valrhona was about to be made into a sandwich patty, she bent her knees as she ran to Arato, and her whole body was pressed to the ground and she slipped out of the massive spell.

"What?" said Arato, blinking in surprise.

As she slipped and rushed, Valrhona's back wound touched the ground, causing a piercing pain from the friction.

Ignoring the cold sweat that continued to pour out of her forehead, Valrhona remained on her knees and drew her bow with an arrow, and a bow and arrow shot at Arato.

"Humph!" Arato, as a mage, had an amazing reflex nerve, most likely trained by his years of hunting bounty hunters.

Seeing that Arato's head was quickly tilted to the side, and the bow and arrow swept past his ears with the sound of breaking wind, Arato's ears were in danger.

However, Valrhona, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly bounced to her feet and launched a series of attacks without warning.

She stood up and flipped her whole body in the air in half a circle, her hands on the ground, but her feet wrapped around Arato's neck like a snake, and the latter let out a muffled grunt before being thrown out by Valrhona with the strength of her legs.

After experiencing the sensation of his cheeks rubbing against the gravel pavement, Arato's arm suddenly felt a tingling pain. It turned out that Valrhona had already pounced and locked up Ararto with her joint skills.

"You stinky!" Arato's body shook to break free, but Valrhona was like a firm lock, making all of Arato's efforts in vain.

"Throw in the towel!, or I'll scrap your arm!" Valrhona hugged Arato's right arm and threw out harsh words without mercy.

"If you dare to do that, give it a try!" Arato roared angrily, his forehead bursting with bruises, and spit flew in the middle of the roar.

"Throw in the towel, you're running out as a magician. Valrhona kept an eye on her opponent, not giving him any chance to chant or cast spells.

Arato's mistake was that he didn't expect an archer to perform such a tricky joint technique. As a mage, he is more afraid of melee attacks than ranged troops. They have good minds, but they are physically fragile and have poor athleticism, which is common knowledge about the profession of magicians.

The best way to fight against a mage is to fight as close to the best you can. This leaves them no time to chant incantations, and at the same time exposes their weakness in melee combat.

Valrhona did a great job of this, locking her opponent's joints so he couldn't move and cast spells. Now Arato's seems to have been cornered, but it is only "seeming".

"Hee-hee-hee!" Arato's sudden laugh like a madman.

"What are you laughing at?" Valrhona said, tightening the strength of her hand.

"Your wound hurts, doesn't it?"

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"Tick-tock, tick-tock, blood dripping to the ground, my ear can clearly hear it, tick-tock, tick-tock!"

Arato glared at Valrhona with savage and vicious eyes, and then he arched his knees and jumped backwards. Valrhona was pressed to the ground, and the wound on her back rubbed against the sand.

"Ahhhhhhh

"Babble, hee-hee-hee, let me listen a little more!" Arato stood up again, and immediately began chanting the incantation.

Valrhona, who fell to the ground, closed one eye, trying to get up but was a little unable to get up, and the pain from the wound made her beautiful face twitch and look haggard.

Then, with a wave of Arato's arm, a spherical stone cage rose from the ground, imprisoning Valrhona inside.

"What do you want to do, let me out!" Valrhona retorted in a weak voice as she put her hands on the bars.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" Arato, laughing maniacally, began to chant about the new magic.

The yellow sand on the ground began to gather towards Valrhona's cage, and quickly piled up, covering Valrhona's delicate waist in the blink of an eye.

"Ask me for mercy, then I'll consider letting you go. Arato's haughty laugh.

"You're dreaming!" Valrhona stared at Arato, her otherwise dignified face now glowing with unyielding strength.

"Haha, that's a pity, then you'll be buried alive in the yellow sand!" said Arato, looking up at the sky and smiling.

The sand swirled and soaked the entire spherical cell, and in an instant it was no longer in Valrhona's mouth.

Valrhona struggled until the end, but the yellow sand was wrapped around her like clay and she couldn't break free. Her vision gradually became buried in the sand, and she gradually became unable to breathe.

"I can't die here yet, I want to win the championship, or the people in the village will ......" Valrhona screamed in her heart, and then her consciousness crept away......

"Oops~" A lazy man's voice suddenly sounded unexpectedly.

A few flashes of sword light flashed, and the stone prison suddenly split apart, and a shadow pulled Valrhona out of the sand and hugged her aside.

"Bastard, who's that?!" Arato's exclaimed angrily.

"Don't be so angry, look at you like more like a fire magician, not like an earth magician~" The man who made a lazy voice was standing a few meters away from Arato, holding Valrhona at the moment. It seems that he had just rescued the beautiful archer and led her out of the clutches of Arato's clutches with incredible speed.

"You're!" Arato, glaring at the man, recognized him at once.

The man with a lazy expression and voice, and a large sword in his back, was Daron.

"Who else should I be, isn't this the mercenary warrior in our group, since you're here, let's make two moves. Arato said with an unruly smile.

"Oops~" Daron gently put Valrhona's slender legs wrapped in tight leather pants back to the ground, and after the latter stood still, he pulled out the big sword behind his back, "When I meet a guy like you who bullies women, it is against my principles if I don't teach you a lesson." ”