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Yesterday was full of momentum...... In the end, Kavinka fell asleep. (I like this book, please collect biquge.info) Sure enough, I'm still a waste of wood.

Let's put pressure on ourselves, and tomorrow will be double-shifted.

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Magic?

Edward was stunned for a moment.

If it's magic, it's not really something to be surprised about, 'close a door, open a window'. It is not Jehovah's patent, and in this world, even those who do not know magic can cast spells with the help of scrolls, or magic devices, or utensils, and all that is required is a certain amount of training, and Edward was very good at this.

But because of this, the shock in the hunter's heart becomes extraordinarily large.

Although he had never been able to cast a single spell entirely on his own so far, that didn't prevent him from understanding some of the nature of magic - at least he knew that if he was using a prop, the way in which the magic was concentrated was centered on it. This is determined by the nature of the communication net, the basic rules.

But now, the feeling of exerting the ability is different, the feeling of self-centeredness and the extreme mental fatigue that begins to spread in the brain make Edward very sure that this ability is ...... It was he who sent it 'himself'.

Of course, lamenting on the battlefield wasn't a very smart move, but Edward wasn't worried. The enemy who had been left behind to contain him didn't seem to be in very good shape.

An opponent who can cast spells at will without reciting them is obviously more terrifying than anything else, and this killer understands first that his skills are far less good than the leader of the killer who broke into the opponent's formation, and if the opponent repeats his old tricks...... So, "He's a mage! kill him first......," the creature shouted, but shrunk behind a tree.

This shout didn't actually have much effect, or even had a very bad effect - at the same time as the leader of the raiding killer was lost, the defensive line of five or six people was already crumbling, and this shout undoubtedly made their already low morale completely crushed, and they looked at each other, and they all chose to retreat, trying to escape separately with the help of the influence of the forest.

However, this undoubtedly gave the dwarf Baroque Night Rain a chance.

In fact, the dwarf had been waiting for a long time - although he was still on the front line when he rushed out of the hut, his natural short legs quickly left him behind the half-elves, who were known for their agility, and just now they had just caught up, and with a low roar, he had already thrown a throwing axe, and then let his long-handled axe follow, and a hapless killer was thrown backwards with a muffled tearing sound, blood and internal organs mixed together and became a pile of scattered minced flesh......

And then the second. The dwarf's body spun with the slash, and then he slashed forward, and the back end of his axe, the end of the spear immediately opened a large hole in the other killer's body!

The dwarves' wrists are actually unusually flexible...... Ordinary people are afraid that when they see the combination of the spear and the giant axe, they will easily believe that it only takes brute force to use it, but in fact it is a stupid thing done by a lame woodcutter, and the heavy weight of the axe will make people strictly consume the body, even if it is as short and sturdy as a tin bucket, the stone tribe cannot withstand that kind of consumption, so the correct way to use it is to use his powerful and flexible wrist like him, swinging the big axe instead of simply swinging it.

In the face of this practical tactic, the remaining two guys did not escape their doom.

Blood splattered and sprayed the dwarf's face, but in return for his hearty laughter!Edward frowned, and began to wonder if this creature called Baroque was a little bloodthirsty...... In this world, it seems to be a cursed disease, and whenever you get it, you become more and more aggressive.

Compared to his blood, the hunter's side is much more civilized......

"Don't ...... I surrender! I surrender!" the only remaining assailant screamed, apparently not far from the firelight, the splattered blood and internal organs had completely shattered his fighting spirit - not to mention the 'mage' in front of him who reached out and dissolved the killer little leader?" "I, you can do whatever you want me to do...... Spare my life......" He threw away his weapon and fell to his knees.

"Oh, then be honest with my question. Who planned this attack? How many of you are there? What are your plans? Answer me when you think clearly!"

The cold voice of the question made the prisoner's heart relax, and he carefully glanced at the opponents gathered in the surrounding field, and swallowed. He was about to say something to delay time, but in the next moment, the strange, sharp coldness in his throat made him feel like he was splitting!

He opened his mouth to scream, but the sound had changed to a shabby bellows-like and indistinct hissing sound - the young man's movements were extremely neat, the long sword was retracted, and a slight push of the hilt pushed away the human body with blood gushing out like a fountain, and when this guy reacted and tried in vain to hold down the gap in his neck, the wound that was already deep in the neck bone had no possibility of being suppressed by external forces at all.

This made the half-elf named Meliane shake his head, and there was a look of some unbearable on his face, but he did not express any displeasure - not only did Edward save them from the mortal trap, but the dozen or so opponents were actually eliminated by him and the dwarves, and he had no say in every sense of the word. But the little priest Lisa couldn't help but speak, "Why kill him? ”

"I can't ask anything. He is a mercenary, and it is the rule of mercenaries to only ask the price and not ask the employer. ”

Flicking the sword in his hand, Edward replied casually that he was not polite enough to leave any of these enemies alive - this matter had nothing to do with him in the first place, but soon a big trouble would come to his door. So these close witnesses definitely need to be addressed: "However, there must be a few traitors among you, and they are preparing for the sneak attack with their help." ”

"Traitor, how do you know?" the little girl's eyes widened in disbelief: "No kidding, everyone here is ......"

"Of course it's not here, if I'm right, it's one of the sentry sentry before. Edward, who had begun to search for several dead mercenaries, replied casually - he certainly had no interest in explaining that he possessed the wonderful ability to read minds, not to mention the already shrinking radius of this ability. Now that the acid ray had suddenly accelerated its contraction, it was almost hard to feel anything now.

Whoosh!

The sharp sound of arrows breaking through the air made Edward's movements stagnate, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the half-elf leader - after the formal shooting training in his previous life and the training of many years in this life, the hunter once thought that his archery skills were already good, even if someone was better than him, he would not surpass the middle.

Yes, I used to think ...... Now, he has once again learned what it means to have a heaven outside the heavens and a person above the people.

The delicate-looking half-elf only took a blink of an eye from taking off his bow and arrows to making a move, and it was a bow with three arrows, and three arrows fired in succession! The sharp arrows made a terrible sound of breaking through the air, and in Edward's field of vision, with a flash of red light, cut through the space, and then there was a scream from a distance, which was clear and abnormal even in the mixed wind and rain.

Three times in a row, the sound can be heard.

"It's really fast. Several shrill whistles rang out after the screams, and Edward couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Isn't that still thirty or so men?" the dwarf on one side paused as he slammed his axe on the ground, knocked off the stained flesh, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Can't you really have a good fight? ”

"Most of the people on the other side are hired, and although the mercenaries make money from selling their lives, they will never sell their lives without being sure. Now that he has lost more than a quarter of his manpower out of thin air, and there is a small boss with good ability, it is naturally impossible to continue to fight head-on. What's more, all their advantages were based on a sneak attack, and now that they have been discovered, they will inevitably become a war of attrition if they continue to entanglement - now as long as they are not idiots, it is clear that this raid has completely lost its meaning, and it is naturally time to retreat. ”

And in the middle of such woodland, it must not be fun to play hide and seek with a marksman. Not to mention a team of mages and priests.

The hunter shook his head and stood up - the killers were obviously extremely professional, and the dead men didn't have anything useful on them except for the two fireball scrolls used for the attack, and the leather armor on the leader was okay or okay, but now it was dissolved in acid, and only a thin sword was barely a good trophy, much to the disappointment of the skinner.

Luckily, the guy had leaked something useful before he was killed—the hunter's inducement had made him think of something in his head for a moment, not much, probably because he didn't know enough of it, but it was enough to keep Edward in the spot: "Maybe they'll come again." They have at least one full-fledged mage and two or so apprentices, and there are a few mercenaries who can use the scroll, although the scroll that can be used by a normal person is not too high, but it is enough to raid you. ”

"They don't have that chance! It's not far from Rissouri, and as long as they enter the city, no matter how bold they are, they won't be able to mess around under the noses of the city guards!" Lisa snorted: "What's more, it won't be so simple next time." Isn't it, Mr. Edward?"

As she spoke, the little girl's eyes flickered, and her gaze kept wandering around Edward. Apparently very interested, the implicit implication of the last question seemed to have made Edward one of them, but Edward didn't seem to notice it. He just shook his head, then got up and walked forward.

Next?

Just kidding, although this inexplicable battle didn't cost him anything, but was pleasantly surprised by some strange abilities to be discovered, but this kind of danger was buried in the fire...... This kind of troublesome thing, Edward would never have the luxury of doing it again, it is something that only combat lovers and masochists like.

By the same token, walking along the road with a bunch of targeted guys was never a smart move - so when the city's main roads and surrounding farmsteads appeared in the twilight of the morning, Edward immediately offered his resignation.

"Thank you for your generous help, and regret that you were involved in such an unpleasant incident......"

Beside the two carriages that parted, the half-elf named Meliane bent deeply to Edward and spoke in the most polite terms.

At this moment, he was secretly glad in his heart that his group had not made any unfriendly moves before-this young man had killed five enemies in a single raise of his hand, and his skills were not very good, but he was extremely proficient-although the half-elf thought that he should surpass him in swordsmanship, but if the two were transposed, he might not be able to achieve that kind of cold decision and despicable attack, not to mention that the young man seemed to have some spellcaster abilities, which made him more sure of his previous thoughts.

Legend has it that there is a type of assassin born as a warlock or mage who is the most feared, who can kill unwittingly with the help of spells, and are proficient in deadly combat with one blow...... They usually receive the most rigorous training. Even if you don't look very old, it's just as dangerous.

The consequences of offending a real killer are unimaginable, even those legendary characters are difficult to defend against the long-term calculations of these all-pervasive enemies, and there are just as many stories of those high-ranking spectators, nobles, emperors, and even peerless powerhouses, buried in history by a dagger from the shadows.

But if such a person becomes a friend, even if it is only a potential friendship, it is an extremely advantageous thing. Therefore, although he was obviously not good at it, he still gave a hand of friendship very politely: "Although it is not a gift of thanks, please accept our respect...... This is our ...... The coat of arms of the small guild, although not very famous, is ...... in romance In the recent cities, it can be used to get some convenience. It's not a gift, but at least it can be a little help for the two of you. ”

The respectfulness made Edward hesitate for a moment, and then took the gift from him—a piece of wood painted with a strange brown color, on which two palms were held together with a simple knife relief...... It looks a little rough.

But then, the half-elf girl's interjection made people's hearts move.

"Well, big things can't be solved, but if it's some manpower and money matters, it should be easy to solve. ”

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