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There's another chapter in the evening, but it could be night......

Well, the collection is really slow, I hope you tell everyone, take advantage of the strong push, and introduce me to the old fish, otherwise I won't have to write on the street......

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Edward never had the slightest sense of being a hero, a savior, or anything like that. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

From the moment he saw these half-elf captives, he had already made up his mind...... The fundamental goal is to create chaos and further divide the opponent.

As for the fate of these half-elves, the hunters who basically agree with the law of the jungle are indifferent - if they can run, it is their luck, if they can't escape, it can only be regarded as bad luck - the opportunity has been given to them, whether they can grasp it or not, it is up to them to decide.

As for pity...... The word pity has always needed time and resources, Gao Shuai and Fu took the beautiful woman out of the slave market, so that she could live a worry-free life is called pity, ** Ribbon came out and let her accompany her to ask for food or even starve to death together, that is brain-dead, as for those who share joys and sorrows and the like, it's not nothing, but it always has to go from despair to hope.

Moreover, if Edward's plan was carried out, their chances of escape would also be greatly increased, otherwise, judging from their situation, they must be extremely valuable hostages, and even if they were caught, they would not be in danger of their lives.

The effect of the magic alarm is fast...... In the distance, the square where the mercenaries had gathered immediately erupted into a cacophony - angry screams, orders, and footsteps almost immediately spread towards the scene!

Good luck.

The solemn figure pressed against the wall, the taupe burqa blending with the dark shadows of a building in the moonless night...... Edward's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze swept over every figure rushing towards the barn—thirteen, nay, fourteen, almost half of the remaining centaurs of the entire mercenary group, and swooped down on the place of the accident, three of them with the most steady footsteps, and obviously the most capable, hugging the mage,

But there was no figure of the mercenary leader, who must have been tripped by the cavalry.

This is in line with Edward's plan - the rules of this world. It's not exactly the same as in memory, at least in this kind of mercenary group, personal strength is the only guarantee of the right to speak, and the ability of that mercenary leader is at least one or two levels higher than Edward, or much stronger than the quick raider last time, even if Edward has more obvious abilities now, but in the case of the superiority of the number of opponents, such an elite is enough to cause a huge deviation in the situation.

What's more, Edward's goal is still to be a mage.

"They didn't run far, they were fleeing towards the woods over there, and they didn't have weapons!

The mage held a huge crystal ball in his hand, but the mist in it was enough for him to see certain things, and after the order, he drew a spell rune in the air, so a layer of misty yellow light shone on the six or seven people, and then, the movements of those people suddenly accelerated, and the figure only shook a few times, and it was already thirty or fifty feet!

Really good luck......

Leaving the shadows of the wall, he quietly approached the second team that was clustered around the mage and rushed forward. The hunter sighed a little in his heart.

The power of a mage is indeed very powerful, even an apprentice can easily mobilize enough energy to kill people, but this ability cannot be unlimited, endlessly released-the effect of shaking the magic net and releasing the energy is at the cost of gathering and regulating the spiritual power of the magic net, and this process is irreversible - There are no mana potions in this world, blue bottles, spell crystals, crystal nuclei, or similar items that can be replenished, and even if mental power can be replenished, it is impossible for mages to omit the prelude to building spells.

As a result, the number of spells a mage can prepare per day is not very large, and the average official mage will not exceed thirty at most, and not all of them are used to attack, and sometimes support spells are more suitable for turning the tide of battle - such as the acceleration just now.

But the Acceleration is a three-ring spell, the same as the Fireball...... Even a full-fledged mage can only use a three-ring spell four times a day, and the opponent does not use a scroll, but uses the spell slot of his own memory, which is equivalent to reducing the chance of attacking him once.

And it further narrows the advantage of numbers.

......

Although the farmland in the rotation cultivation does not need to be watered, the surface is still soft, and the adventurers' boots are not suitable for walking in it, and the elites who have been used to speed up can overcome this problem with faster movements, but ordinary adventurers can only curse and reduce their speed slightly.

In the darkness of the night, human eyesight is weak, and the torches used as a light source sway with the running, and the scenery dozens of feet away is already a blurred shadow...... As a result, everyone had to pay more attention to their feet - anyway, the task of tracking down those who had escaped was to be done by their own mages.

But as a result, no one noticed that the ghostly black shadow quietly embellished their ranks. The shadows of the trees in the distance have gradually expanded in their field of vision, and the figures in the team in front of them have also entered it. Everyone's nerves relaxed a little at this time.

And the first killing came at this moment, silently......

The last mercenary in the group stumbled, cursing and falling - without much attention. While everyone's minds were rushing forward, how many people could notice what kind of problems were encountered by the companions who were running together behind them?

Besides, he seemed to catch up quickly.

"Stop......" The mage who was marching frowned and gave an order--in the cool night breeze suddenly burst out with a strange smell, so sweet that it penetrated into the nose, but it made people's throats squirm in disgust, and at the same time aroused the vigilance in everyone's hearts!

That's the smell of blood...... The smell of death.

At the moment when the mage's voice came out, an even thicker fishy aura burst out...... The sword shimmered in the darkness and stabbed into the chest of a mercenary! The mercenary let out a hoarse roar, and slammed the small shield on his arm to block the path of the murder weapon, but it could not prevent death from coming—the assailant's long sword was so sharp and swift, and the skin and wooden blocks of the shield were as fragile as sackcloth in front of the sword.

Blood splattered ......

The mercenaries stopped their tracks and reflexively swung their weapons, but the assassin had already found a third target, an emaciated mercenary.

He was armed with a narrow-bladed sword and leather armor, and was clearly a warrior known for his agility...... In fact, such people are often the most troublesome for a spellcaster, they can often stab the caster's hands and feet lightly, making it difficult for him to use spells, even if they have defensive spells such as mage armor, they can use their agility to directly suppress the mage's movements.

In the face of the onrushing enemy, the mercenary bowed, strides, and drew his sword! This is a familiar and flowing action, almost without sight...... Even if the other party was able to dodge the stab, the horizontal slash that he then withdrew his hand was enough to pull a cut in his shoulder and chest, and it didn't need to be too long, and the poison quenched on the blade of the sword was enough to put it on him......

However, in the next moment, he realized that what was going on was not under his control...... The stabbing didn't work as expected, but before he could retract his blade, a sharp pain suddenly came from the soles of his feet!

What did you step on? But it feels ...... The swordsman's heart and mouth cried out together—not only because of the pain, but also because half of his body felt a numbness that slowed down the movement of his sword—and in battle, often a blink of an eye pause was enough to determine life and death...... The attackers didn't give him any chance.

Stepping on the weeping point of the opponent's little toe, he had already rushed into the opponent's arms, and an elbow hit his unsuspecting flank because he raised his hand to draw his sword! The soft leather armor could protect against the damage of sharp weapons, but this blunt blow made the dull sound of bone cracking sound immediately, and then, a sword cut his throat!

"Bastard!"

The mage who had just turned his head let out a startled and angry curse, he really didn't expect his opponent to have the courage to attack from behind them - but now the anger didn't solve anything, he could only calm his breath and retreat, while muttering a spell. Eight identical figures appeared around him, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake......

In fact, the opponent was already surrounded by three mercenaries at this time, and this mirror technique really seemed to be too timid, but the elusive, crisp and neat killing method of the opponent had already terrified the mage - especially since he was one of the few people in the mercenary group who knew the power of this enemy better.

And it turned out that this fear was not unreasonable, the man just took a step forward, a strange luster expanded, and the earth jerked under his feet, and also made the two mercenaries in front of him stagger, and rolled to the ground in unison! The torch he was holding rolled to the ground, and the third mercenary was distracted by this, and in an instant, a bright electric current burst out from the attacker's hand, directly hitting his face!

The mage couldn't help but hold his breath. I felt my heart cry involuntarily getting high.

The place where he stood, more than thirty feet away from the other party, the spell caused the ground to tremble, and he only felt a shaking, but the opponent's terrifying series of movements made a sense of fear and depression rise from his heart over his whole body - he almost roared and raised his hand, summoning a large patch of viscous tawny spider silk from the air, and enveloping the figure!

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