All the movements, almost instantaneous, Olanjeffer let the eight arrows off the string, and they were scattered,

But it seems that there is a fear in my heart, so when the eight arrows scattered, it was the eight arrows that were put on the string.

"I'm being followed!"

Just now, when a very weak, but indeed existential aura, approached him, Olanjiefer's mind roared with such a judgment,

But when was it that he was being targeted, and why did he not even notice it in the slightest.

If it weren't for the fact that the person had a trace of carelessness, and let the aura of chasing him be slightly revealed, maybe he wouldn't know why he became a corpse when he died.

A cold sweat was born in an instant behind Oranjiefu's back.

But at the moment, there is no time to think about anything else.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the direction in which the arrow flew out, and Orenjeffer actually had a guess in his heart, that is, the person who was still hiding at the moment should be an orc, after all, he came to Defei for only one day and one night, and when it came to conflict, it was only the orc who had a stop with Rook earlier.

But could it be them?

His mind was still full of doubts, but Olanjeffer was still able to keep his mind clear.

Staring at the arrow that was still flying, the contribution in his hand had already turned into a full moon, and when the figure appeared, he would attack again.

The eight long arrows were still flying in the air, not colliding with anything or encountering any obstacles, and it seemed that Olanjiefer was aiming at the air with the arrows he shot directly.

But such an ending was all broken the moment a figure suddenly appeared.

The whole body is wrapped in a layer of mist, making it impossible to tell which race the person is, but it doesn't seem to be an orc at all.

Because as far as Olanjiefer knows, except for a very small number of orc races that have no combat power, all the others are full of muscles, especially the three royal families of tiger, lion, and leopard, while cultivating "Beastmaster Decision", they have also cultivated explosive body lines.

"Not an orc!"

He tried to feel it again, and when a faint aura was revealed, Olanjeffer was stunned for a while, but immediately he was stunned, "Magician?"

The fact that he has eight arrows not only means that Olanjeffer has terrifying archery skills, but also that he has an unparalleled talent for arrows, and the expression of this talent is an almost instinctive instinct for any wind and grass.

The arrow that Orenjeffer had just shot was blocked, and with the source of the aura he felt, all the way back.

It's just that, after all, that kind of judgment is only born of intuition, and in the case of life, it is impossible for Orangel to put everything above this intuition.

All will have the vigilance to continue at this moment.

And at this moment, when the figure, because of his accurate perception as always, was forced out by the arrow that was about to be nailed to the wall, the arrow that was already on the string suddenly left the string.

And this time, because there is the approximate location of that figure, each arrow is more urgent and powerful, and it is bound to completely force that figure to death.

If you want to kill yourself, you must be prepared to be killed.

This is all the pride of being an elf and the head of a new generation, and of course it is also the shame of being close and not discovering anything.

But at the moment when Orangel's eight arrows arrived at the figure, a gray magic shield suddenly appeared, and it blocked all the arrows outside.

The two collided, making a rapid but brief muffled sound,

The arrow fell, but the magic shield did not tremble at all, as if the falling arrow did not exist at all.

The brow was already furrowed tightly, and the solemnity on Orenjeffer's face became even worse.

"Who are you?"

Directly facing the black shadow who didn't say a word, that is, came to himself, and blocked all his arrows at this moment, Orenjeffer suddenly spoke,

But I didn't even think about getting his answer.

At this moment, this person has already reached the conclusion that he is a magician, but why is he able to approach him so silently?

Magicians can restrain their own breath, which is true, but convergence does not mean that there is no at all, unless it reaches a certain realm, or by virtue of a special alchemy product, otherwise, no matter who it is, as long as it is a magician, there will be a faint magical aura, and that is also the key to people being able to identify each other.

So what is the reason for this person? Is his strength really too high, or is he an alchemy product that can hide himself?

It should be the latter!

Also, that black magic, that familiar magical aura, is it underworld magic?

The moment his words fell, countless speculations and judgments flashed in Olanjiefu's mind, and it was the final freeze, and because of this freeze, a silver-white arrow suddenly appeared in Oranjiefu's hand.

Although there is only one, it reflects a pure light in the moonlight.

The arrows were made by Mithril, one of the three arrows that Orlanjeffer shot Fick, and after Fick's death, of course, it was re-included in the space and came in handy at this moment.

The arrow rises again, the string becomes a full moon, and an arrow comes out.

"Good strength!"

That long sword, turned into a silver-white light, instantly rushed to the front of the shield, and pierced the black shield in an instant, and then the entire shield disappeared.

And at this time, a voice, accompanied by a person who gradually became clearer, appeared in Orenjiefer's sight.

The pupils shrank directly, but soon calmed down again, and Orenjeffer looked at the figure that had been completely displayed in front of him, and his whole body was nervous and vigilant,

"Is it because you have the heart to kill me, that's why you show your appearance in front of me?"

"Are you stalling for time?"

A hint of mockery passed at the corner of his mouth, and a magic wand suddenly appeared in the person's hand, and it was accompanied by an extremely obscure aura, "You walked in here by yourself, then you really can't blame others, so, your life is mine!"

The ridicule continued, and it seemed that there was no fear that Orenjeffer had any possibility of escape, and in fact, it seemed to be so.

His eyes were slightly fixed on the surroundings, that is, he saw everything around him, and because of Claire's emotions, Orenjeffer, who was wandering around at will, didn't expect to be attacked at all, especially since they had only been in the city for a whole day,

So the road chosen has some ignorance and ignorance, and the final result, which is now, where Olanjeffer is standing, is surrounded by some walls, five or six meters high,

Even if it wasn't high, it seemed like a dead end, so that Orenjeffer couldn't escape with Claire at all, and still seemed to have an obscure feeling.

But the moment such a feeling appeared, Olanjeffer suddenly woke up, and after that, he had an incomparable vigilance, "What's on your face?"

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Orenjeffer's second Mithril arrow had appeared on the string, and he was staring closely, and there was a twitching sound at the corner of his mouth just the moment his words fell.

"What do you think?" The magic wand in his hand suddenly erupted with an extremely obscure aura, and then he didn't care about how much strength Orenjeffer had.

The figure who has already guessed something vows to kill it with one blow, so as to escape, otherwise, he is likely to be exposed, and all subsequent plans will come to naught, and there will be no reshuffle of forces in the whole Defei.

That's not what you want!

So, no matter what, the elf must be destroyed when he is not aware of his identity.

However, one thing he overlooked, or deliberately ignored at all, was the power of the silver-white arrow in Olanjiefer's hand.

An arrow went east, turning into white light again, and the target was just the figure, the magic wand in his hand.

The speed of the white light was extremely fast, and it was so fast that the moment the figure magic was just cast, it suddenly struck, and it happened that he had just cast the magic, and in a kind of gap time, the two collided violently.

"Bang!"

A loud bang pierced directly through Olanjiefer's eardrums, but it couldn't make Olanjiefu's movements pause in the slightest.

His eyes were fixed on the black diffuse that blocked the magic wand and half of the figure's arm, and Orenjeffer's third silver-white arrow rested on the bowstring again, and shot out violently.

Black magic has this feeling of being flawless, so Orenjeffer doesn't know how to find the weakness that can defeat it with a single blow.

But you can't just just stand there and do nothing.

This is not Olanjiefer's style, so his last arrow was shot directly.

But it was when Olanjeffer had such an attack, in the distance, the figure who saw everything in his eyes suddenly turned up at the corners of his mouth.

The whole silver-white light, wanting to bring all the light to the darkness, desperate, although there is no regret in death, but sometimes, if the darkness is too thick, it will also swallow the light,

For example, now, when the Mithril arrow rushed into the darkness, it didn't make any waves at all, and it was immediately extinguished, and it was at this time that the magic finally arrived.

Orenjeffer didn't know what such magic was or what form it had, but he really looked down on Mithril and underestimated that figure.

In the case that his seal was too late to be broken, and in that case, the magic could not be cast instantly, and his entire body was about to collide with the darkness.

But in an almost helpless moment, a figure rushed out directly from behind Olanjiefer, spreading its arms, trying to block all the darkness with his not too tall body.

It's just that the darkness can stop at all, and at the moment when Olanjiefu can't stop it, the sound and shadow are wrapped and spread throughout Olanjiefu's body.