The squirrel party that suddenly appeared was male and female, and although there was a gender difference, they all had the same thing as each of them with a compound longbow and a sword of the Blue Mountains at their waists. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The murderous look in her eyes tells Ciri that these people are not friendly.

The sword of the Blue Mountains in his left hand was replaced by his right hand, and Ciri was ready to flee at any time, but it was impossible to deal with so many enemies now, and he had consumed a certain amount of physical strength in the fight with the demon hunter just now.

The elven leader in a red turban stepped out of the group, his hands holding arrows to his longbow ready to shoot arrows.

Ciri guessed that the other party was Iopheus, and that only this one elven archer could bring such a dangerous oppressive force.

"Leave. The slightly leaning red turban gave an ultimatum to Ciri.

It seems that the other party in the battle just now looks at it, and it seems that the other party is not sure to deal with two demon hunters at the same time.

The sword of the Blue Mountains in his hand did not let go of this, and his slender legs did not move the slightest because of the other party's ultimatum, and the target was close at hand, and Ciri did not want to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ciri doesn't know when she will be able to meet this demon hunter again after missing this opportunity, it is possible that the other party has already sold all of his belongings when she meets the other party again, or it may have been sold to the merchant as scrap by the other party now.

Either way, Ciri wants to get a clue from this demon hunter.

Ciri's hesitation made Iopheus impatient, and the right hand that drew the bow had quietly pulled the bowstring, and the babbling of the longbow caused tension on the three sides to rise suddenly.

"I want to get something back from this demon hunter. ”

Ciri made his own demands to the other side in time, and if he did not do it now, then a battle would be inevitable.

“......”

Iopheus was not moved by Ciri's explanation, the sound of the compound longbow babbling rang out from everywhere, and now all the elves surrounding the two were ready to attack.

The situation is now at a critical juncture, and Ciri doesn't know what happened to the two sides that causes them to want to kill each other now, but now that he suddenly enters this fight, he must make a choice: leave or fight.

Now there are more than sixty elves surrounding the two of them, more than sixty elves, and Ciri has no confidence to deal with them at all.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out at any moment, but the demon hunters never moved, as if all the elves around them could not pose a threat at all. But Ciri's strengthened eyes could still see that he had slowly moved his hand into the leather pouch around his waist.

Ciri hesitated, but the Demon Hunter didn't give Ciri enough time to hesitate.

The hand that slowly approached the leather bag at his waist suddenly accelerated, pulling out a bottle of crystal blue liquid from the leather bag, and the rapid hand speed made everyone have no time to see what it was, and the thick hand threw the bottle at Iopheus.

The arrows that were ready to fire were fired without aiming, and aiming was a waste of time for him, who had blinded one eye.

The instincts he had cultivated on the battlefield allowed him to sense the trajectory of the bottle.

Bang -

The sound of glass shattering sounded, and the thrown glass bottles turned into splinters in the powerful kinetic energy of the arrows, falling like raindrops in the air.

However, these raindrops did not fall to the ground in their original form, and the blue crystal liquid turned into blue gas the moment it touched the air, just like in a chemical experiment, the colored liquid dripped into the water, and the broken gas continued to spread in the air like chains.

All objects that come into contact with these gases end up as sporadic slags of ice.

The gas spreads constantly, turning everything it encounters into cold ice, even the air, and the temperature of late autumn drops dramatically the moment the gas appears.

The scene of the elves firing thousands of arrows is impressive, but the sharp arrows are all turned into fragile ice cubes in the blue gas. The sound of ice breaking and breaking is more terrifying than the sound of sharp arrows entering the body.

Although this little bottle did not have the desired effect, the Demon Hunter still smiled, and now was the best chance to break through the defense line and escape.

The Demon Hunter's act of escaping immediately grabbed the hearts of the two people on the battlefield, and Shirinya, who was closest to each other, immediately followed the pace of the other party's escape, and Iopheus, who saw that the situation was not good, also immediately left this dangerous place.

Although I don't know what that bottle is, all the elves know the horror of this gas, which can instantly turn arrows into ice slag and turn fragile flesh into a perfect ice sculpture!

Now Ciri has to not only catch up with the demon hunter, but also race against the Grim Reaper, and the ice-blue gas that follows him after him is chasing everyone present at incredible speed.

Finding a bunker in time, or running out of the limit of this gas diffusion, is the key to escaping!

Elves who fall behind or don't react will become lifelike ice sculptures!

The icy blue gas conveyed an astonishing coldness, and Ciri could already feel the blue Grim Reaper beckoning to him behind him.

A stout tree beside her became the key to her life, and her petite body immediately approached this tree, blue gas brushing around her, and her wrinkled and raised clothes were only slightly touched by the gas and formed a thin ice cube.

In front of the place where Heri was hiding, there was already the limit of the blue gas, and the gas that expanded to the limit finally dissipated in the air unwillingly.

Passing by death, wandering on the line of life and death is very exciting, but no one will like it.

Now is not the time to rest, picking up the sword of the Blue Mountains in his hand, Ciri chases after the fallen leaves that have turned into ice slag on the ground - while Ciri dodges, the demon hunter is also not far away.

The speed of running was no match for the speed of an arrow through the air, and a sharp arrow that passed through the face nearly pierced Ciri's head, and Ciri watched as the arrow finally hit a giant demon hunter accurately.

It's just that the accuracy of this arrow is slightly off, and it is possible that the demon hunter sensed the danger to his life and dodged.

The arrow was stuck in the left shoulder of the demon hunter, and the arrow that didn't hit the target only slightly entered the opponent's exaggerated muscle.

The short pause of the Demon Hunter was a great opportunity for Ciri to get closer to the other party, and the short charge accelerated and finally jumped, and the sword of the Blue Mountain, which had already appeared in his hand, stabbed at the sturdy Demon Hunter from top to bottom.

The Blue Mountain Sword held in his hand concentrated Ciri's entire weight on the slightly curved tip of the blade, and this time Ciri was confident that he would be able to penetrate the opponent's muscular armor!

Victory was at hand, and the formidable Demon Hunter was about to die in his own attack, but a complex gesture from the Demon Hunter who turned around turned Ciri's expectations into disappointment.

A huge thrust was applied to Ciri's body, and Ciri, who had no place to stay, immediately became a kite off the line and floated into the distance.

The hesitant body that had been hit hard had faithfully reflected the pain in his brain, and if it hadn't been for the grass trial that had strengthened his body, Ciri believed that a considerable part of his body had been fractured.

The metal was embedded in the trees, and the unabated inertia caused the Sword of the Blue Mountains to cut a deep mark on this innocent tree.

Holding his legs on the trunk of the tree, Ciri pulled his weapon out with all his might before returning to the ground.

Alpha Seal.

Ciri knew this, because Sophie had instilled in her the knowledge of demon hunters, including the sigils that demon hunters were accustomed to, in the two days she had been resuming training.

Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh......

Ciri's defeat didn't mean that Iopheus would be so embarrassed, as machine-gun-fast arrows were fired from the hands of the Red Turban Elves, and the dense array of arrows instantly filled the path of the Demon Hunter's escape with bows and arrows.

However, such a high-speed burst of fire lacks accuracy, and none of the many arrows have achieved results, which may also be the reason for the blackness of the opposite side.

At first, Ciri had a contemptuous attitude towards this legendary elven archer, but now Ciri understands the horror of the other party.

When Iopheus tried to take out the next arrow, he found that the bow and arrows he had brought with him had been depleted.

The embarrassed Ciri of the Red Turban Elf saw it in his eyes, but now Ciri was not in a hurry to hunt down the demon hunter, because the short moment had already allowed the other party to escape from the field of vision.

Although the Demon Hunter escaped, Ciri still had a glimmer of hope, as Iopheus' bow and arrows pinned the leather bag hanging from his waist to the ground.

Ciri held the sword of the Blue Mountains tightly in his hand, ready for a new battle, and now Ciri didn't know if this elf was hostile to him.

The empty right hand motioned for Ciri to step forward and grab a bag on the ground, and with a simple gesture, Iopheus immediately ran back.

The Red Turban Elf's actions made Ciri wary, not knowing whether the other party would be separated from him or go back to summon reinforcements.

This place is not to stay for long!

Heri, who had made up her mind, immediately stepped forward and picked up a certain leather bag nailed to the ground, and carefully looked through the contents inside, among which she ignored all kinds of colorful bottles and cans, and finally found two things that belonged to her.

A Grey Eagle Knight badge and a small silver pocket watch.

The familiar ticking sound of the pocket watch came into my ears again, and the long-lost sound made the boulder that Ciri had hung in her heart finally fall.

Hastily packing up these two things, Ciri immediately disappeared into the forest, fearing that Iopheus would come with a group of squirrels.