The scrolls are yellow, with some slight wear and fluff around the edges, and although they have not yet been opened, there is a trace of extremely subtle magic from the slightly lifted gaps, which is why the magic on most scrolls is not as strong as the magic released by the mage - the magic they contain will slowly weaken over time, and eventually lose its effect, under normal circumstances, even the magic engraved on the magic scroll at the mastery level is likely to be reduced to the proficiency level if it is used after a few years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hengst pulled out a scroll of swiftness, he was a fire magician, and there was no magic in the fire type that increased his movement speed.

So, in order to survive, you don't have to.

It is worth between one hundred and one hundred and thirty gold coins.

Despite his distress, Hengst looked at Chris, who had not noticed him, and gritted his teeth and tore it open.

A faint blue-white light instantly enveloped him.

Run!

Hengst took one last look at the battlefield, and with desperate legs, he ran towards the edge of the woods.

In the middle of the battle, Chris's eyelids lifted.

The several mercenaries around him knew that they were not opponents, but they knew that if they didn't fight hard, they would be even more dead, so they rushed up in a daze, waving the weapons in their hands indiscriminately, without any intention of defending their bodies.

Anyone has seen that Chris's difficulty lies not in his skill matching, nor in his magic or vindictiveness, but in his ghostly movement speed.

As long as his movement is restricted, there is a glimmer of hope for victory!

Entangle him!

The white light in Cris's hand flashed, and it was thrown out suddenly, instantly growing larger in the air, covering several mercenaries.

Thundernet!

Within eight meters, the thunder net was covered, and in the slight electric explosion, it disappeared into the three mercenaries, and the three of them were stunned, and then flew backwards.

Chris has appeared outside the circle.

To their surprise, this time Chris did not follow the killer and rushed towards the periphery.

If the speed of Chrisse surprised them before, the speed he showed now frightened them, although it was not yet to the level of an afterimage, but it also made it impossible for many people to see his back.

But many people saw from afar that the man fleeing in disarray in front of Chris was none other than their deputy commander, Lord Hansgott.

In other words, it is he who Chrissy chases.

"Run!" shouted nimbly.

"Huh"

The eighth-level sword qi can easily penetrate a hundred-pound stone, and the human body is not a problem, the collision between the fighting qi and the fighting qi makes a "zizi" friction sound in the air, and then there is a "poof" sound, and the mercenary's head flies up and falls to the ground along with the blood.

At a glance, most of the nearly 100 mercenaries fell to the ground, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, there were still many complete corpses on the battlefield on Chris's side, and Pandis and Stianna were either cut into several pieces or smashed, covered with blood and ice crystals all over the ground, slowly melting under the fire that was still burning on the side, dripping into the flames, and being vaporized in an instant, and smoke rose everywhere on the battlefield, with the stench of burning corpses.

When killing people without blinking is aimed at others, when the subject becomes themselves, no one can remain calm, and some of the escaped mercenaries will even trip over the corpses on the ground, thinking that the enemy has caught up with them, and immediately faint in fright.

After all, most of these mercenaries are just level four or five warriors.

Seeing that nothing could be done, the remaining dozen or so mercenaries left their backs to the enemy.

The sound of fireballs and ice picks breaking through the air rang out.

Silence in the woods.

Hansgert was running desperately, the swiftness technique had increased his speed by forty percent, he had never run so wildly in his life, there was a faint stinging pain in his chest and abdomen, the previous injuries were not good at all, and the injuries to the internal organs and bones were not easily healed by a few hydrotherapy techniques.

His legs and feet were sore, but he didn't dare to stop, he didn't even dare to look back, the time limit of the swift technique was only thirty seconds, these thirty seconds were related to his own life and death, he grew his mouth, panting, the oncoming wind poured into his mouth, and there was a "whirring" wind in his ears.

No more!

I can't run!

Hansgert felt that his vision had begun to blur, and his already somewhat short-sighted eyes could no longer see the road ahead.

There were some people in front.

Hansgert was excited, the enemy was still behind, if not a friend, he would not be an enemy, and most importantly, he saw the man standing at the edge of the woods with the mercenary group standing in front of him.

Hanscott's eyes lit up, and he tried to take another breath, and the speed was a little faster.

"It's someone from the Wild Lion Mercenary Regiment!" a voice came from ahead.

Hansgert was ecstatic and wanted to answer aloud, but the burning thirst in his throat kept him from speaking.

It gradually became clear that there were four people on horses in front of them.

A breeze swept by, Hanscott's neck suddenly broke off, his head flew up, but his body was still running forward, the blood splattered from the broken neck was sprinkled on his body, dyeing his white robe red, and after a few more steps, Hansgert's body went limp, threw himself on the ground, and slid a few steps forward, his limbs only twitched a few times, and he didn't move.

The four horses neighed at the same time, raised their hooves high in unison, and took a few steps back after they fell.

At the forefront of the four of them is none other than the Wild Lion Mercenary Group's employer on this mission, Degulon.

He looked in horror at Chris, who was slowly walking towards him.

"You... You're not dead..."

Didn't ninety people kill this guy?

This waste!

They dare to call it the top five mercenary groups in Proswik City!

Then, Deculon began to regret why he had come to see what happened to the three men who had him off.

Trembling, Deculon shouted, "Stop him!"

As soon as he pulled the reins, he turned over the horse's head, turned around and ran.

There was a "snort" in the air, and then three of his guards were screaming, no, the neighing of the horses.

"Plop"

"Plop"

It was like the sound of my own fall that day, but it was obviously much louder.

So fast!

Decullon's heart was shattered, and he leaned his body tightly on the horse's back.

"Wow", something passed by his ear, and then, Hansgott felt the horse's body shake, accelerated sharply, and rushed forward.

Okay, that's it, hurry up and run!

Something flashed out of the corner of his eye, faster than a horse, and then appeared on the way forward.

Hansgert was startled, and before he could scream, he saw Krissy standing silently in place, watching the horse rush towards him.

Although without the command of his master, the horse spontaneously leaped into the air, as if trying to pass over Chris's head. (To be continued.) )