Admiration for the skills he displayed was only a sense of recognition of his abilities, at least for now, and Flick didn't have room to chat with them. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info no matter what, after all, he and the other party are in a hostile position, and it is still the worst situation of being targeted for life.

The silhouette of the enemy is not visible to the naked eye, the nose does not smell, and even the ears do not hear the slightest sound of action...... If it weren't for the constant sounds of battle coming from afar, he might have thought that he was being cut off from the outside world by some kind of spell by the enemy.

Fortunately, although the technique used by the other party is very strong, it cannot be said that there are no loopholes at all. Even if that spell could eliminate the information emitted by the body itself and merge with the surrounding environment, when he acted, it still inevitably revealed the loopholes.

Physical activity, whether it is walking forward or wielding a weapon, will inevitably obstruct the surrounding air, revealing some trajectory. With this alone, Flick was able to use his magic to read the path of the opponent's attack from unnatural information and act accordingly in advance.

However, compared to the skill of combat, he is certainly inferior to these killers who hone their skills in iron and blood, and must consider other methods. So while he was usually hiding from enemy attacks, Frick cast his magic power farther away, hoping to attract the attention of the soldiers patrolling nearby.

Whoosh -

Hearing the sound of piercing air in the air beside him, he immediately took a step to his left, narrowly dodging the black dagger that came out of the almost dead end. As he passed by, his gaze caught the inky black figure slightly, and then immediately disappeared into the night.

The Assassin who can take stealth to this extent is simply the most hated enemy of the spellcaster, and while it is not without countermeasures, it does not change the fact that it is difficult to deal with. With Frick's current ability, barely maintaining the limit of not being cut by the opponent's throat with a short sword.

Perceiving the flow of air to determine the enemy's movements, a technique that can almost be called "listening to the enemy's position", may seem powerful in the literal sense, but if you have to do so, you may not be able to feel the pleasure of it, no matter how thick your nerves are.

In addition to the short swords used in hand-to-hand combat, attackers lurking in the darkness will occasionally throw sharp knives at Frick. Unlike the throwing knives that were initially shot down by the white paper that wrapped around him, these were slightly lighter, and instead had sharper blades.

These small, fast knives were so sharp that they could pierce through the paper that tried to block them at the touch of a button, and even the magic attached to them could not stop them from moving forward. Seeing that the situation was not good, Flick added another piece of paper while dodging, and finally dodged the throwing knives aimed at him by a fraction of a second.

At a quick glance, Flick sensed that the throwing knives thrown from his enemy's back hand had the ability to tear through the magic - no doubt there was a certain amount of lead mixed in the blades. This is clearly a weapon created to target the magician's primary means of defense, which is why it is so difficult to fight.

"Tsk, that's terrible......"

He smacked his lips in a low voice, and the expression on his face suddenly became slightly embarrassed, if he continued to use the stock of white paper as defensive materials, it would not be a few times before they would be exhausted. The scraps of paper that had been shredded by the blades or throwing knives were all falling in the wind.

It took longer than Flick expected for reinforcements to arrive where the two were fighting, and they were distracted by the distant sounds of the battle to the side. Second, their battle did not make much noise, and even if they were a little closer, they might not be heard.

And the worst possibility is that things are not as simple as he thinks, perhaps the soldiers patrolling around him, including Suvar, have been killed by the enemy, and no matter how much Frick tries to ask for help, he can only fight against the constantly attacking blades with his own strength.

Frick carefully worked his magic, lest he make a mistake and not catch his opponent's movements and be pierced through his throat by the black blade. However, under a high level of mental tension, even if you try your best to maintain a stable spirit, it is difficult to ensure that you will not make mistakes when acting.

According to a theory put forward by a sorcerer, what will go wrong will always go wrong, and if there is a fear that something will happen, then it is more likely to happen. When there are many good and bad things in one thing, if one of them can lead to catastrophic consequences, someone will always create a disaster.

Deriving from this theory, one of the questions now posed to Frick is whether the person who will cause the disaster next will be himself. While some people say that luck is an ethereal thing, if you had to let Frick say it himself, he doesn't think his luck is good.

The enemy's attack hidden in the darkness became more and more fierce, and the additional white paper was also broken one by one by the short sword, and the magic power he could use to support it was running out. And before his already small amount of magic power is exhausted, I am afraid that the paper he carries will be used up first.

Perhaps reading something from his nervous expression, the enemy, who had been hiding in the dark, suddenly changed his countermeasures and suddenly gave up the secret technique. The information that flowed into Frick's mind changed dramatically when the technique was lifted, causing him to be stunned for a few seconds.

Taking advantage of this moment, the attacker's figure wrapped in black cloth suddenly burst out of the darkness and rushed directly behind Frick in a low profile. The black dagger in his hand struck down Frick's scattered pieces of paper with lightning speed, and stabbed him into his body.

With his first sword, he was almost half a step away, stabbing Frick in the waist with a backhand, and at the same time slamming down the white paper reflected at him with two throwing knives. Flick, who was half a beat slower due to the sudden change in intelligence, immediately rushed forward a few steps, and finally dodged from under the blade.

Despite this, his coat was sliced open by the black blade, and the fabric, which had only a paltry amount of defense, was torn through an arm's length of it. Something in the inner pocket of the garment spilled through the gap, including two black potions in glass test tubes.

Those "potions" are actually just inks mixed with crystalline dust and some materials, and only have a special effect when used to write words on white paper or cast magic books. But of course, the other party didn't know what they were, and stepped back quite cautiously to avoid the range of the ink splash.

Table tennis!

With the soft sound of glass shattering, the black liquid in the test tube splashed everywhere, and then gradually condensed into a solid under the winter cold. Although the assailant had taken a few steps back, his clothes were still inevitably stained with a few indistinguishable drops of black.

Sensing that the "potions" were harmless, the attackers once again rushed towards Frick. He was advancing much faster than Frick could flee backwards, and Frick, who immediately understood that he could not expose his back to the enemy, hurriedly stopped and faced the other with a dagger in hand.

- But he was still too slow.

With unimaginable speed, the black-clad assailant rushed in front of him, and the short sword he had held in his backhand was raised high above his head and slashed at Frick's head. Although Frick had already known in advance through intelligence gathering, he could barely dodge it by acting as fast as he could.

After the second attack also failed, the opponent did not sneak into the darkness and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but instead approached Frick to fight in close quarters. The black dagger seemed to be a part of his body, and without hesitation, it danced and stabbed at the enemy's vital point from different directions.

It's easier to dodge an attack that can be caught with the naked eye than a blade that can't be seen directly, and the attacker's swordsmanship, though superb, is not yet extraordinary. At the same time, Frick can even use intelligence gathering to discern the possible trajectory of the dagger at the moment he starts, so that he can take evasive actions in time. And the result of this is that the two are forcibly entangled together, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

To an outsider, the actions of the two people fighting in a corner of the village are as inseparable as if they were staging a drama. Most of the blades swung by the attackers were pre-interpreted by Frick using the information he gathered, and then deftly dodged in the slightest of seconds.

However, despite his special skills to assist in combat, Frick's combat experience could not be compared to that of the attacker, and his physical strength was not able to sustain complex operations all the time.

So just after Frick managed to dodge another slash, the excessive exertion of physical strength finally made his movements sluggish. Although the enemy's sword swing was too old to change, he also took this opportunity to shift his weight to the right side, and his left leg flew up and kicked him directly in the chest.

Bang!

His tall and thin body was suddenly kicked backwards, and he slammed open the wooden door of a room behind him and fell deeper. Luckily, it seemed to be just a warehouse, and it didn't contain anything too sturdy, otherwise the damage caused by an attacker's kick would not be as heavy as the collateral damage caused by hitting something.

was hit directly in the chest by the opponent's flying kick, and the heavy blow made him feel as if his ribs were broken. This was enough of a blow for Frick to make him unconscious, and he didn't faint directly because he was only able to resist with a strong enough will.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

I finally recovered from the trance, but I felt that every joint in my body was screaming, especially when I was breathing, I could feel a tingling pain echoing in my chest. Frick coughed and gasped, struggling to get himself up by the furniture around him, but didn't have the strength to do so.