As soon as he swung his staff, Richard suddenly flew up and stomped on the young druid's stomach, kicking him upside down and flying out, almost holding his breath!

The young druid rolled over and got up, frantically swinging his staff, desperately trying to get something out. But Richard's ghostly figure quietly appeared behind him, grabbed his staff and pulled it gently, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. The young druid instinctively soared into the air and wanted to turn over, but as soon as his body bounced off the ground, he heard a cracking sound of bones, and then involuntarily let out a scream!

When the young druid wanted to shoot out of the air, Richard simply stepped forward and stepped on his foot. When he jumped like this, he twisted his ankle with all his might. This almost broke my ankle completely!

The young druid was still struggling desperately, he had no idea of escaping when he released the burst of light, but just wanted to fight Richard. But Richard made a few simple moves, punching and kicking, pulling and pulling, and he could be put to the ground without a second movement. Later, Richard became more and more unhurried, and his movements became more concise, often with a gentle push, the teenager could fall several meters away!

It was only at this time that Richard roughly realized that in the eyes of Bai Ye and the others, his own step-by-step mages in the past were completely abusive at will. In front of the white night, unless you start preparing from a distance of thousands of meters, you can't even release the simplest magic, and you can't even do it if you want to instantaneously magic.

Instantaneous magic also has a premise, it is impossible to achieve it at will, the flow of magic power, the most basic gesture to release magic energy, this is all necessary. It's like the young druid, who is now tossed in the dark under Richard's hands, and can't even tell the direction at all, can't even do instantaneous magic!

Even if the opponent has a scroll or other magic items, there is no chance of pulling them out. In this case, the only thing that can still have an effect is passive protection, such as the kind of defensive magic circle that is set up on the mage robe in advance to activate after taking a hit, or something like the one thought of it.

Then, Richard understood why there was such a structure as a magic weapon. There is a saying in the magic canon that no matter how powerful magic is, it must hit the enemy to be powerful. And Richard now feels that he needs to add another sentence, no matter how powerful magic is, it must first be released before it can be called magic.

And the magic weapon is the best choice to enhance the mage's mobility ability.

Looking at the little druid who would rather die than give up and still struggle, Richard felt a trace of pity in his heart. Seeing this teenager is like seeing his former self. But he finally walked out of his youth and came to the point where he is now, but he no longer has such a chance.

The young druid yelled angrily, of course, not in a sentence, just a staccato syllable and a word to the effect that Richard would not die well or something. After all this time, the language of the native elves was not complicated, Richard had already learned some words, and the rest could be understood with a spell that knew the language.

The boy may have been so angry that he may have lost his mind, and he even chanted a spell in an attempt to transform into a cheetah of the jungle again in front of Richard. Richard shook his head and allowed him to complete the entire transformation before he stepped forward and stepped on his tail. The cheetah was jumping forward with all his strength, but its tail was firmly pinned to the ground, and it naturally fell headlong on the ground, falling extremely hard, and unable to get up for a while.

Richard had dragged his knife and grabbed the cheetah by the back of its neck, lifted it up, and slammed it into the trunk of a nearby tree. The cheetah whimpered, shook to the ground, and regained its human form. He finally didn't have the strength to get up, so he could only stare at Richard desperately, suddenly laughed a few times, and said fiercely: "You can't run away either!"

Richard didn't panic at all, and said calmly: "You mean those elven warriors who just passed?"

The young druid was shocked that Richard could actually speak their language, but his face was still fierce, and he shouted: "You can't escape anyway, if you have the ability, kill me first, so that you don't suffer." ”

Richard smiled and asked rhetorically, "If they had come, they would have arrived a long time ago." ”

The young druid was shocked and lost his voice: "You...... What did you do with them?"

"I can catch you, how can they escape? If you don't come back, forget it, but who told you to summon them back?" Richard looked at the young druid, every word like a nail into his heart.

In the end, Richard finally told him the fate of the elven warriors: "Nine have returned, and now two are still alive." ”

At this moment, a few kilometers away, an elven warrior was running at full speed, the wind blowing in his ears like a knife. Blood splattered on his body, but he didn't know where the wound was. But he didn't care about the wounds, he just wanted to run as fast as he could, as fast as he could, so that he could shake off the devil behind him and bring back to the tribe the news of the fall of his companions.

This was a high speed that he had never experienced in his life, but the vigilance of danger did not dissipate at all, but became more and more intense.

In the forest, the splash bit the Eternal Sleep Guider with its beak, and landed on all fours, running like a wolf, a few points faster than the elves fleeing at full speed, and each undulating figure merged into the shadows of the forest.

She sprang to her feet and intercepted the fleeing elf in mid-air.

The elven warrior abandoned his bow and drew his sword, and the whole person was like a fish swimming in the water, splashing towards the water in the night. However, what he didn't expect was that the splash was more suitable for night and the forest than him.

In the elven warrior's pupils, she clearly pounced on him one moment, but the next moment she disappeared from sight, only the shadows of the dense branches and leaves of the forest. But the fierce murderous aura did not dissipate in the slightest, and swept across the void, and the Eternal Sleep Guide suddenly appeared, and as soon as he hit the elven short knife, the elf immediately fell to the ground, and the girl had already passed by the elven warrior, standing on a horizontal branch, undulating with the wind, seemingly weightless.

"There's one left. The girl sent a brief message in her consciousness.

Only then did the elven warrior's stiff body slam into the forest ground, blood flowing silently from beneath him.

And a few kilometers away, Crimson was biting tightly behind an elven warrior, and although he couldn't catch up, he wouldn't get rid of it. The elven warrior heard the scream of the young druid in the distance, and suddenly there was a flash of fire in his eyes, and he drew the short knife at his waist, suddenly turned around, and threw the longbow aside.

It was a tall, handsome elven warrior with a navy blue pattern on his face that added an extra touch of ferocity to his charm. By Noland's standards, he was a thirteenth-level warrior, and although he had given up his usual longbow, his combat effectiveness was no less weak in the woods at night. And the crimson on the opposite side is only level ten.

At this time, Crimson threw away a qiē camouflage and did not take the initiative to attack, but only stopped at the edge of the attack distance. Half of the beautiful face emerged from the shadows and entered the eyes of the elven warrior, who looked at it in a trance. It is also difficult for the green forest elves to resist the temptation of beauty, and the selection of important positions in the tribe is often determined by appearance after the strength reaches the passing line.

But the elven warrior's face instantly became extremely firm, he suddenly pounced on Crimson, and stabbed the short knife into Crimson's heart with force! Crimson, who was at a disadvantage in speed, strength, and reflexes, a wisp of sadness flashed on her face, and she stabbed the blade of her left hand into the elven warrior's waist with her backhand as if she was struggling desperately.

This area can be seriously injured, but it is not fatal. The thought quickly flashed through the elven warrior's mind, and his body twisted slightly, and the dagger continued forward. When the blade touched the crimson snow-white and soft skin, the elven warrior's heart flashed with hesitation and reluctance. But in the end, the blade in his hand only paused for a short time, and then still thrust it hard!

The blade sliced through the crimson skin without hindrance, and then met resistance as expected. This should be the sternum, which can be broken with a slight increase of force, and then pierced into the crimson heart.

The short knife did continue to move forward, but the resistance was far greater than the elf had expected, and the blade had only penetrated less than ten centimeters before its speed began to decrease sharply. At the same time, the blade kept vibrating, and it seemed that there was a huge mouth full of sharp teeth in the crimson body, and it firmly bit the blade!

The elven warrior was so shocked that he tried his best to press the short knife into the crimson body, and finally there was no handle! But the blade was so difficult that it was like piercing a piece of tempered fine iron! However, the elven warrior also paid a heavy price, and the crimson short knife also sank into his ribs.

Immediately, the elven warrior felt a wisp of extremely trembling fatal crisis, and the blade entered his body accompanied by a feeling of weakness and weakness, which instantly spread throughout his body, and he immediately lost consciousness near the wound. Obviously, the blade is highly poisonous, and it is as poisonous as the crystalline poison that everyone in the elven tribe talks about.

The elven warrior's body shook and let out an unwilling roar! He didn't expect such a beautiful crimson color to use such a despicable means of poisoning, and only then did he see the female life in front of him clearly, and he shuddered again, and his beautiful complexion was still there, but only half of his face was faced, and the other half was covered under the strange mask. What shocked him the most was that she was stabbed through the heart, but Scarlet, who should have been dying, stood like no one else, and her body was still strong.

Crimson looked at the elven warrior calmly, but greedy flames began to shine in her eyes.

The elven warrior suddenly let out a loud cry, and extreme panic appeared on his face. The life essence of his whole body suddenly flooded like a desperate embankment, frantically surging towards the wound in his waist and ribs. The crimson short knife is like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all the essence of life.

The elven warrior's eyes gradually glazed over, and his body quickly dried up, and finally almost turned into a dried corpse. The crimson dagger shook off the blade and the elven warrior's body fell to the ground.

PS: Continue to add more tomorrow!