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Suddenly there was an extremely dazzling light in the bushes.

"Ahh

The black shadow screamed, quickly covered his eyes, and withdrew from the bushes, only the sound of branches breaking from the bushes was heard in his ears, and the opponent seemed to be far away, and then the footsteps of two subordinates sounded not far behind him.

"Your Excellency!"

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Two of his men were out of breath.

"That kid is wounded, he can't run far, go and find it for me right now, right now, go quickly. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The two hurried through the bushes in the direction where Chris had fled.

"Split up!"

"You idiot, he's a magician, you're giving him the chance to kill us one by one. ”

It was a place that no one had been before, there were too many weeds on the ground, and low bushes always made a noise under the feet of the two of them.

"Damn it!"

"Shhhhhh ”

Both kept their mouths shut.

"Huh~"

"What's that, do you hear that?, idiot!" one of them quickly crouched down and pulled his companion's body, "Quickly squat down, he's nearby." ”

No one answered, but it seemed that water had splashed on his head.

The attacker screamed badly, and rolled away, and when he looked back, in the twilight of the morning light, his companion who had been by his side before stood in place, half of his head slowly slid off his neck, and then his body fell to the ground softly, giving out the last convulsions of his life.

His mouth was wide open, and his scalp tingled.

Then, there was another flash overhead.

"He... in the trees. That was the last thought that crossed his mind.

"Boom. "The body that had lost its upper body fell to the ground.

"Bastard!" the Assassin, who had escaped blindness, arrived too late, and could only watch from a distance as two of his men died one by one.

"Get down, you me down!" he pulled out a crossbow and shot it at the tree.

In the rage, the shot was always inaccurate, and even the trunk of the tree where Chris was hiding did not shoot, and there was a "boom", and the arrow flew somewhere.

The Assassin muttered an expletive, bowing his head and loading another arrow.

Caught a glimpse of the anomaly out of the corner of his eye, he quickly rolled to the left, and before he could settle down, he heard a loud "boom" from where he was standing in the tumble, and his body was also pushed away by the air wave of the explosion, and at the same time, there were still some debris and branches formed by the explosion hitting his outer armor, "poof" sound.

It's dangerous!

The Assassin broke out in a cold sweat.

Then, the body hit a tree, and then it was bounced out again.

Empty wood!

Damn it!

The assassin was no longer able to control his body, and was constantly blown up, bounced, and rolled, and his mind was no longer in his head, so he could only curl up as much as possible and hold his head to avoid further damage.

I don't know how many abrasions I have suffered on my arms and body, and I don't know where the crossbow has gone.

As soon as the tumbling momentum stopped, the leg was pierced by a ground stab.

"Huh~" The assassin arched himself and howled.

Then I felt my movements start to slow down involuntarily, and just as I wanted to turn my head, I felt the ground below me make a "rumbling" sound, and then my body began to be lifted up rapidly.

In contrast, the Assassin saw the trees around him rapidly descending.

Getting taller and faster, the assassin didn't dare to roll at will, ignoring the wound on his leg, and firmly grasping the earth platform under him with both hands.

Glancing at the ground farther and farther away, the Assassin went limp, he never knew he was so afraid of heights.

He also saw the magician who had been being hunted by him slowly let himself fall to the ground with a rope, and he leaned against the trunk of the tree and looked up at him.

Finally, the platform stopped rising and stopped.

"me off!"

There was a hint of tiredness in his voice, not loud but clearly in his ears.

The assassin glared at the magician, who had been reduced to a villain, and gritted his teeth.

"If I tell you to get down, you can get out!"

Then, the earthen platform that supported his body suddenly disappeared.

"Ah~~" The assassin fell straight down.

It has been said that the person who chooses to commit suicide by jumping off a building is the most courageous person, and it also represents that indomitable attitude, because you can never regret it from the moment you jump in the air.

Perhaps, in the few seconds before the body hits the ground, what comes to people's minds is precisely regret, regret of life, and regret of how to die-

The feeling of being completely unable to concentrate on the body is the most frightening thing.

Of course, more often than not, it's simply too late to regret it.

At a height of 20 meters, the time from start to landing is less than three seconds.

"Bang" the assassin landed on the ground.

The ground was empty of shrubs and weeds, and the Assassin's body struggled strangely, his eyes widened and his mouth grown, his features bleeding, his limbs writhing slightly, as if trying to get up.

But in less than a second, he stopped moving, and the blood in his body continued to flow out, and it was constantly sucked by the dirt beneath him.

The battle is over!

Without looking at the corpse any longer, Chris sat down on the ground and untied the strip of cloth that had been hastily tied to his thigh.

The injury was on the back of the right leg, and the pants and strips of cloth were soaked with blood.

With a slight dizziness in his head, Chris gasped for breath and struggled to swing his thighs sideways, tearing his pants open, causing more blood to gush out.

The wound was about thirty centimeters long from the base of the thigh to the socket of the knee, and it almost cut off the whole piece of flesh, if it had been a little off the middle at that time.

Chris couldn't help but be scared for a while.

He carefully poured the healing potion over the wound, but because the wound was so large, much of the potion flowed elsewhere.

It's a bit of a hassle!

He picked up the wet strip of cloth again and tied a knot in the middle of the long wound.

The pain in that moment made him almost faint, sweat soaked all over his body, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

If you don't let the wound heal, you'll die!

He poured the healing potion into the palm of his right hand and fumbled for it to the wound under his leg.

"Ah~ damn it... Holy..."

While trembling and cursing, he didn't dare to let go of his hand.

But my heart is steady.

With the application of the medicine on his right hand, the wound on his thigh can feel a burst of coolness, and the pain has been reduced a lot.

He threw away the empty vial, took out another bottle of potion, and smeared it on the wound again.

Finally, the tight strips of cloth are untied.

Finally picked up a life.

I don't know how the battle is going outside.