"What are you talking about?"

"Meow~"

Melly in the hood let out a desperate wail. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The awkward spell had been misunderstood by Arcanis, a two-day-old newborn who knew nothing about malice.

The next moment, she came into contact with the stinging tip of the malicious iceberg.

A silent and invisible command reached the panther's head, and it pounced on Arkanis with its bloody jaws wide open, intending to buy its master some time.

The oncoming green saliva and sharp fangs made Arcarnes' heart beat wildly, and her most primitive instinct drove her to quickly roll to the ground to avoid the fatal claws and fangs.

At this moment, the spell immediately revealed its magical power, and a distorted blue light replaced the black-robed mage's emaciated figure, and he traveled through space to a geographical distance of hundreds of miles.

This filled the half-elf who stood up again with surprise and curiosity, two strong emotions that overpowered even the most primitive emotions of the creatures—fear.

Bursts of burning pain replaced the intense emotions, and Arcanis tilted his head to look at his arm, where there were three fresh wounds. The bright red flesh of the wound quickly lost its vivid color in her eyes, like a red light bulb that had dimmed.

Malice, like a bayonet approaching her face, Arcanis didn't have time to think, subconsciously dodged, and once again dodged the fatal slap.

The little milk cat, which rolled out of her hood to the ground, hurried into the panther in the puffs of smoke and dust, and did not stop until she ran desperately under a safe dead tree.

It was very surprised, it could see the blue light transmitted just now, and it didn't expect that the name of Arcanis alone would scare him into running away.

However, the mage, who was hundreds of miles away, was even more surprised than this little milk cat. The desperate black-robed mage just had the idea of giving it a try and cast a teleportation technique, but he didn't expect that this would allow him to successfully escape from the "dead end".

With palpitations, he first touched his body to see what parts were missing, and then cast the "Prophecy System" (1) spell again. In his eyes, the surrounding shade was full of danger, and after making sure that there was no ambush around, the black-robed mage breathed a sigh of relief.

The black-robed mage's fears were not unfounded.

He lived through the period of Arcanis' fame, from more than a century ago, when Arcanis and his teammates killed the elven lich Irenicus in the deepest dungeons.

Seventy years ago, at the critical moment of the "Wonderful Plague War", she single-handedly slashed the Devil Lord back to the portal, and also hunted down her enemy, the vampire Duke Rust from the Shadow Realm.

This poor vampire father just wants to escape back to his warm home with his imprisoned daughter. He traveled hundreds of kilometers, but to no avail.

The Duke was still chased by the mad Arcanis and cut off his left hand, leaving a wound that would never heal, as a memorial to eternal shame and a reminder of Arcanis' madness and persistence. Thinking of the mission he had undertaken, the black-robed mage was convinced that Arcanis must be well prepared and go all out.

Melly struggled to climb to the sick tree.

The idiot should have been scared away, it thought, after all, it was the ranger chosen by Uncle Ben, and the ugly panther should be able to be chopped into a leopard meat chicken by Arcanis.

Thinking like this, the optimistic Melly lay on the branch and looked at the battlefield, just in time to see the terrible scene - Arcanis, who could not dodge, was struck by the leopard's paw.

Melly couldn't help but cover her eyes with her two paws, and at that moment, it seemed to hear the sound of bones dislocation, followed by the sound of dead trees shaking, and finally the groans (harmony) of falling to the ground.

Out of concern, it withdrew one of its paws, and as expected, it saw Arcanis slowly rising from under a dead tree with a pained face. She was really embarrassed now, her left arm hanging limply at her side, and it was obvious that the bones were out of place. The silver hair was stained with black ash on the ground, losing its original luster, and it was distressing to look at, like a beautiful statue of a beautiful woman who had been splashed with dung and knocked off her arms.

The huge three-tailed panther quickly pounced on Arcanis, who had just stood up, and Melly, who had become desperate again, was already planning how to survive alone in the forest.

Pain and powerlessness tormented the half-elf, who was so simple that she could call it stupid, a fiery emotion welling up inside her, anger burning in her heart like a fire that made her ignore the pain in her body.

The three-tailed panther had leapt into the air, mouth open, ready to plunge its fangs into her slender neck and twist it off. Facing the sharp fangs and claws, Arcanis felt as if time had slowed down, and she instantly judged the panther's attack line, so she quickly lowered herself and slid forward to the right. Sharp claws grazed her scalp, breaking the raised ruby necklace into several pieces of gemstones.

Arcanis was on the left side of the panther's abdomen at this time, and she did not take the opportunity to attack and did not immediately stand up. Instead, she listened to her instincts and swung her scimitar to slash forward, as three bone-bladed tails whizzed at her. Just against her razor-sharp blade.

Although Arcanis has no combat experience, he has not effectively controlled his blade in this situation. The scimitar slashes in a slightly off-direction direction, but this magical scimitar is not only light, but also changes the trajectory of the slash according to Arcarnes' wishes.

The sharp blade sank smoothly into the gritty tail, and then the blade passed through the tail with ease, like a sharp blade cutting through butter. The scimitar departed, leaving a complete facet and three runaway tails. The tailless panther turned in disbelief and stared at the three tails on the ground, all of which had perfectly rounded facets, illustrating the excellent knife skills of the tailbreaker.

"Stupid inferior creatures. ”

Rolling on the ground, the dusty Arcanis stood up and smiled and spat out purgatory words to the angry tailless panther, in fact she only subconsciously said these words, as if she naturally knew how to put on underwear that she had never seen before, and how to tie a ponytail for herself with a necklace.

Melly, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief, although Arcarnes' counterattack was not very good in Melly's eyes. In her eyes, Arcanis's current knife skills were like those of a peasant who had just picked up a knife, but the powerful weapons in her hands could make up for her "poor knife skills". No matter how flexible he relied on, he could slowly slash the angry beast in front of him to death.

In fact, Arcanis did the same thing, the angry black panther pounced on her again and again, but the lost memory of Arcanis did not lose her superhuman agility, and the angry attack could only cut through her clothes again and again, like a tiger, and again and again in vain waved her clumsy huge palm at the agile white butterfly.

But this white butterfly is not to be messed with, it will fight back. As Arcanis' arm rejoined on its own, Arcanis began to dance with both hands, although she was obviously not used to attacking with both hands, she was already weak, and the blade always slashed diagonally into the panther's tough fur, and the better attack was to successfully slash into the flesh but always to the bone.

The greatest effect of her attack was to infuriate the dangerous panther even more, and once the blade got stuck in the bone, and Arcarnis, who had no time to draw his scimitar due to the chain of weapons attached to the hilt, was almost hit in a fatal part by the enraged panther. In the end, she was agile enough to dodge the attack in the fatal part, and was violently lifted to the ground by the black panther, and the stuck scimitar was pulled out, if it was an ordinary person, she would have fallen to the ground a long time ago, but Arcanis was still able to quickly get up to avoid the black panther's attack.

Melly, who was watching the battle, breathed a sigh of relief as the balance of victory tipped in Arcarnes' favor, and the tiger was about to be bled to death by the white butterfly's two thin, sharp wings.

Melly changed her comfortable position and leisurely watched the battle, although Arcanis's knife skills made Melly miserable, but the cat that saw her much more could see that Arcarnes' skills were rising. Merry then concludes that fighting will restore Arcanis to his previous skills, and perhaps his former professional abilities.

Now Merry was already planning how to guide Arcanis back to the great forest lady and the Ranger deity, Mericat. This allows Melly to communicate with Arcanis, who has regained the Ranger class.

So the optimistic little milk cat is already planning how to trick the lost Acarnes into preparing her favorite braised tuna, fire-grilled tuna, dog hot pot, charcoal-grilled dog meat and so on. Of course, dog meat is best husky, and you must know that Merry, an ambitious cat, likes to eat husky meat the most.

Immersed in her own fantasies, Melly unconsciously drooled, and even opened her small mouth, as if her teeth were piercing into the tough, fragrant husky roast.

It was so immersed in fantasy that it didn't notice a burst of distorted blue light appearing in the middle of the battlefield. The tall, lanky mage with emaciated cheeks and razor-sharp cheekbones returned to the battlefield, his face viciously excited and joyful that made his face look not only cold, but bloodthirsty.

(1) Prophecy spells refer to the type of traditional magic that specifically reveals information.