The half-elf fell to the ground on its side, its face covered in blood and melted snow. He was pinned down by the flaming arrows on the shoulder, and the snow pressed against the residual heat of the magic, immediately making a 'zz' sound, accompanied by a rising white mist. But the fog disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the cold, which seemed to seep into the bone marrow.

Seradil struggled to move through the pain in his shoulder, gritting his teeth and inhaling the cold air that smelled of ice. The tingling pain from his lungs diverted his attention slightly, and the shooter struggled to curl his legs and struggled to get up from the ground, still carrying the ornate metal bow in his hand.

"How did you dodge my magic arrows?" Gasping for a few breaths in the cold wind, Seradil wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the bracers of his intact arm. When the chest cavity that was violently expanding like a blast skin was no longer shaking, this powerful shooter asked extremely unwillingly. "I shot you in the heart. ”

"You did shoot, and it didn't miss a fraction of a bit. Picking at the small hole in the chest of the magic robe, the mage Orlando's eyes flashed with fear or excitement. He lifted the long staff in his hand, then thrust it back into the ground, burying it in the soft snow. "But one of the three gods of magic, the great Esther, favored me, and he prayed to foretell that I was in danger. ”

With that, the mage opened his lips slightly, and exhaled a quick and pleasant syllable. Then two magical shields flew out of his white robes and swirled around Orlando's body. The shield was already covered with cracks, but the mage kept it spinning a few more times.

"That's why you didn't kill me. The mage reached out his left hand, which was covered with a deerskin glove, and tapped his fingertips to the shield, sliding along the dense cracks. "I've prepared twelve magic shields for myself, and it only takes a syllable to get them out of the robes. ”

"Your magic arrow is so powerful that it destroys half of my usual shields. The mage withdrew his fingers and looked at the half-elf with a dangerous look. From his green hair hanging like vines to his lithe, nimble white leather boots. "But even that Quaid wizard can stop your remnants of magic arrows, do you really think I'm going to die from them?"

"Maybe. The half-elf suddenly grinned, a smile on his handsome and thin face. Then the mage let out a cry of surprise, and raised his staff in a panic.

After a relentless process of destruction, Riga finally split through the thick wall of ice, writhing and knocking it down. The constant screaming and screaming on the battlefield drowned out the chiseling of the tomahawks breaking through the ice, giving the Quaid a chance to break free.

His hair, eyebrows, and beard were covered with a large chunk of white ice slag, and the hunter's face was blue and rushed out of it. The wounds inflicted by the arrows were already clamped by the flesh, so Riga was able to fight without fettering.

The giant axe in his hand swung it, and the Quid threw it out with great force, smashing it into the mage who had just turned around. The double-bladed steel battle axe tore through the air and slashed towards Orlando at breakneck speed. This made it impossible for the mage to retain the magic he had memorized in his spell slots, as he didn't have time to pronounce the long syllables.

"The sword resists. Orlando said in a very loud voice, forming a distorted transparent barrier in front of him. The battle axe thrown by brute force was shot into it, but it was immediately hindered by magic, and the axe blade moved forward at an extremely slow speed, and it was still slowing down.

"Sword Resist!" Seeing that the barrier was about to be pierced, the mage used another spell slot, laying out an identical barrier behind the previous spell, and finally causing the tomahawk to stop and fall limply on the snow.

"Kill him! Seeing the Quaid rushing towards him, the mage immediately gave a loud order, causing the two surviving guards around him to rush forward again. The battle between the other Quaid warriors and the remaining mercenaries has ended, and they have cut down all the remaining Terrans, but the living are too tired to stand up. The grounds of the camp were littered with broken corpses and discarded weapons, and the strong smell of blood had even attracted some beasts.

Two heavily armed guards rushed forward, their sharp swords stabbing Riga in the abdomen. But the Quaid had long been prepared to dodge them, and while the slowness of his madness had left him with a wound, the guard had been badly wounded. The hunter punched him hard in the jaw, and even the half-elf could hear the crisp snapping sound of bones.

"Hirag!" the berserk warrior shouted, inspiring himself with the name of the god of madness. He snapped the guard's wrist and snatched the sharp sword. Swords collide violently, and in the grinding of steel and the glow of sparks, Riga has the guard impale his left arm, but at the cost of having his head cut off.

The blade stabbed through the gap between the helmet and the breastplate, but the hunter felt like he had struck a thick piece of leather. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the furious brute force passed from his arm to the blade, eventually decapitating the guard with a piercing grinding sound.

"What the hell is this in Hirag?" Riga, who had knocked out the last two enemies, did not immediately rush towards the mage, as the guys on the ground had terrified him. No blood was coming out of the severed neck, and it was only when the hunter kicked him on his toes that he could see what was inside. The guards' bodies are made of unknown metal and bones, and they look incredibly delicate.

"That's a puppet warrior, kill the mage. The half-elf's shout finally made the Quaid react, and he immediately raised his sword and jumped up to slash at the mage's head. Seradil didn't have a chance to draw the longbow anymore, so Orlando spent all his time on the magic shield. He was surrounded by more than a dozen complete shields, which made Riga almost mad with rage.

But the reality is not what a few people imagined. When the sword came into contact with the shield, the magic shield that these mages had taken to unleash was as fragile as a sandcastle. The sharp weapon easily split everything, then sliced the mage's staff and slashed down Orlando's body by the shoulder.

The mage's eyes were full of incredulity, and his mouth squirmed with blood foam, and finally he reached out and grabbed the Quaid by the collar with his left hand covered in slippery snow. When he looked down the collar of his deerskin coat that had been pulled open and saw the inner armor made of strange leather, Orlando's eyes suddenly widened, his lips trembled, and he kept spitting out saliva mixed with blood. "It's you. A whisper that could only be heard clearly by the two of them rang in Riga's ears, and then the mage dropped his staff, causing the top gem to hit the ground.

The Quaid didn't know why he did it at first, but soon, he felt the power of the surging force. The gem immediately emitted a ray of light upon impact, and then a powerful force burst out of it, causing a tall, thin figure to begin to return from nothingness to reality.

"Orlando, did you find it?" a loud voice came from the light, but the mage, who was already as stiff as ice, couldn't answer him. "Dead, who did it?" The speed at which the angry light and shadow condensed immediately accelerated, and with it was accompanied by a suffocating pressure.

Riga tries to leave, but finds that her legs can't move. "Damn teleportation, why is it so unstable?!" the mysterious figure roared, and then a man shrouded in white robes completely appeared in the valley.

"You killed him. He spoke in a tone as cold as ice. The mysterious man held out his hand to Riga, and when the hunter could not dodge it at all, a dark shadow suddenly flashed. Suddenly a sturdy figure burst out of the forest behind the half-elf, and he rushed to the mysterious man at great speed, impaling his body with his weapon.

"How is that possible?" said the mysterious man whose abdomen had been pierced by a broad sword, his tone extremely incredulous. But as soon as he swept over the strange leather peeking out of Rigga's neck, the mysterious man immediately let out a sigh from his throat as if satisfied. "It turned out to be a dragon's skin. ”

"You. Rega looked at the intruder in shock, his face covered in a mixture of blood and snowmelt. His body, which had swelled from his madness, shrank rapidly, and eventually several of them sat down on the ground tired.

"Rigga, I didn't expect you to be able to simply use the power of your bloodline. The Shadow smirked, then pulled the Quaid up from the snow.

"Patriarch Zalt. The hunter didn't ease his surprise as he stared at the mighty warrior unabashedly and asked. "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here. The mighty Bosk warrior smiled, "I'm here for these Terrans. ”

"These guys?" Riga was even more puzzled, wiping his dirty face and beginning to count the people who had risen from the pile of corpses. "Why are they here?"

"For a magic roll. The half-elf replied in place of Zalta. "It tells you how to prolong your life. Originally, the red-robed mage stole it and hid in a mercenary team to the ice field, where the white-robed mage Orlando entered in order to retrieve the magic scroll. ”

"What about you?" Rega couldn't help but think of the arrow that shot at the wizard as he looked at the ornate metal bow in Seradiel's hand. "What are you for?"

"Not for what?" replied the half-elf with a wry smile, grinning again at tugging at the wound. "I am a secret spy of the Harvest Church, and the study of this magic scroll has touched on the taboos of the Church. I'm just a pathetic worm sent into the icefield. ”

ps: Rolling for collection recommended Sanjiang tickets. The second watch is really late. Many pits have been buried, and the second volume ends.