Unprepared, I stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment. The murderous aura was obviously coming from the other side of the forest. When did he run over my head...
Churudun watched the tip of the wrist blade in his hand gradually approach the target's head, and couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile on his face: See if I don't kill you this time! !
It was too late. Even if I could react in time, I still couldn't escape this extremely deceptive and concealed blow. Time seemed to suddenly slow down. I could even feel it, under the stimulation of the cold blade. , my scalp quickly developed a tingling sensation of goosebumps.
At the moment when the tip of the blade was less than one centimeter away from the top of my head, a smile suddenly appeared in my eyes.
"Ice-sealed armor."
He spat out four words coldly.
"What...what..."
For a moment, Churuden, who was watching his wrist blade stabbing down bit by bit with wide eyes, suddenly noticed a snow-white light flashing from the opponent's body. He didn't have time to react at all. The next moment, the wrist blade struck out. There was a touch of resistance.
It must have been stabbed!
With many years of experience, he could tell it right away, but what came with the real feeling of touch was a coldness that penetrated his heart. For a moment, his whole body stiffened, and only his brain was buzzing. Buzzing.
No...impossible...isn't this the wizard's ice armor? Why……
"ha……"
I took a big breath and thanked God for the rules. Otherwise, no matter how many lives I had, I wouldn't have been able to die from the blow on my head just now.
However, now is not the time to relax. What the assassin relies on most is his own speed. Therefore, generally speaking, the equipment they choose will be biased towards anti-freezing properties. First-level ice armor cannot delay him for much time.
Therefore, in the next breath, I immediately activated the magic prepared in the magic superposition technique - ice storm!
Why not attack with ice storm at the beginning, and then stack other spells? This is because when Ice Storm is cast, the light is too obvious and can easily be seen through by the enemy, and it must be aimed. The Ice Armor activates instantly. There is no need to aim, as long as the enemy attacks, it will take effect immediately. Therefore, low-level magic is not necessarily weaker than high-level magic. In this world, there is no strongest magic, only the most suitable magic.
The ice storm that had been prepared in advance naturally hit the assassin's stiff body without any accident. With a "touch", white mist-like freezing air spread out from his body that was frozen into lumps of ice. It enveloped his entire being.
There can be no rush or chaos. Step by step, watching everything proceed as expected, I secretly suppressed my excitement, and while preparing the third and final spell, I replaced the magical staff in my hand. Although the attack power was very It's high, but I don't dare to use it to hit the assassin who is frozen into ice, because one of the properties of the magical staff is "+5-30 fire damage", and using it to hit the ground will only speed up the assassin's thawing.
so. I replaced it with the "+1-4 cold damage, duration 3" ice spike mace that exploded in Taymor Highlands last time. While preparing the next spell, I knocked on the "Assassin Jelly" casually. With. It doesn't matter how much damage it causes, as long as it can delay the assassin's unfreezing time even a little.
As expected, he has anti-freeze equipment, which can freeze ordinary monsters in ice storms for more than ten seconds. It only lasted about 3 minutes on the assassin, and there were bursts of crackling sounds of ice cubes.
But enough is enough.
The moment the assassin broke through the ice, a dense icy air that almost froze my soul had already condensed in front of me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The next moment, an ice shock wave composed of a freezing air mass was emitted from the freezing air mass, passing straight through the assassin's body.
Churudun, who had just thawed, was still very slow under the influence of the ice. He could not escape the polar storm. For a moment, he felt that the blood in his body was about to freeze.
Although Polar Storm does not have a freezing function, it is easy to limit his speed. Maybe his anti-freezing ability is not low, but don’t forget, my Polar Storm has also been
How can it be! ! !
Seeing his life drop rapidly, Churudun's mind went blank. Why, why could the Druid use mage skills, and why the damage of this polar storm was so great. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and now , before him, there were only two choices he could think of. Either choice would almost lead to a narrow escape from death.
The first option is to take out the dissolving potion from the belt and drink it, but taking things out of the belt also takes time. What's worse is that he is now in a frozen state, which will take even longer, depending on the rate of his current decline in life. Look, even Chunqiu Luden himself thought it was impossible. If he hadn't hit the ice storm at the beginning, he might still be able to win.
Therefore, he could only choose the second method.
Psychic Warhammer.
While I was trying my best to control the polar storm that enveloped the assassin, I suddenly felt a heaviness in my chest, and the condensed mana was almost scattered. Fortunately, the meditation and spiritual exercises I had done recently allowed me to concentrate a lot more mentally. Otherwise, just that moment was enough to interrupt my polar storm.
However, before I could get happy, a black object suddenly bounced out of the assassin's hand.
Fire blast.
Before I could recover from the impact of the psychic hammer, I was hit by an explosion of flames again. My body was blown back a few steps, and the polar storm in my hand suddenly stopped.
Good opportunity. Churudun felt his body suddenly warm. He reacted immediately and instantly cast a burst of speed on himself. Then he turned around and ran. He wanted to leave here, far away. He never wanted to see the devil in front of him again in his life. Druid.
However, when he took the first step, he felt his heel slip and his whole body was spinning.
Bastard...bastard...how could this happen! !
Feeling his body slowly turning upside down, he opened his eyes in disbelief. A crystal clear ice road appeared in his eyes, extending from his feet to the depths of the forest more than ten meters away.
However, this ice road as beautiful as a fairy tale has become his deadly weapon at this time.
What a joke! ! Churuton tried hard to control his fallen body, but due to the impact of the polar storm just now, his usually flexible muscles were now as stiff as iron.
With a "bump", he fell to the ground and slid several meters away. The following Xiaoxue immediately teleported towards him...
I also stared wide-eyed, originally thinking that I would fall short again this time. Unexpectedly, there would be such a dramatic ending. The opponent who had been tricked by me twice in a row and survived tenaciously would actually slip on an ice path accidentally formed by my polar storm because of a small negligence on his part. At this time, I couldn't help but feel a little bit dumbfounded. At the same time, with such a living example happening in front of my eyes, I also secretly took a warning - I must never get carried away at any time.
The ghost wolves surrounding him had dispersed, leaving Xiaoxue still holding him down on the ground to prevent him from escaping. According to my instructions, they only need to leave a little life for the assassin.
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I took a closer look. At this time, the assassin has entered a weak state under the torture of the ghost wolves. He is dying and being held down by Xiaoxue. His health value is only in single digits. It is indeed "a little bit". Needless to say, this is definitely Xiaoxue's. masterpiece.
Forget it, knock him out and transport him back to Rogge's camp.
I thought about it and looked over, but I couldn't help but see the decisive smile on the other side. As if he had gathered the last of his strength, he put the wrist blade in his hand into his arms.
not good!
I screamed inwardly, but it was too late to stop it.
In an instant, blood blossomed everywhere.
I quickly took out a bottle of rejuvenating potion in my hand. Although I feel it's not worth it to waste such precious things to save a scumbag, he is still a human being after all. My heart is not that cold yet.
But after walking forward, I shook my head, sighed and put the potion back. The stabbing just now had consumed the last bit of his life. His chest never healed, but continued to spurt out. It can be seen from the bright red blood that his health has been exhausted. Even if an angel comes, he may not be able to save him.
The blood flowers on the ice slowly spread from his body, revealing the sadness and sadness. Even when a person is about to die, his deeds are good. At this time, there is no longer a trace of coldness and viciousness on his face. Zhang is about 20 years old, with a delicate and slightly pale ordinary face. It is unimaginable that Zhang is so arrogant and arrogant.
I turned my head away somewhat unbearably. The warrior's strong vitality meant that even though his life had withered, he still retained a trace of consciousness. His lips were constantly trembling, as if he was telling something.
"Do you have any last words that you want to convey to your relatives or friends? I will convey them to you properly." I squatted down and asked softly.
As if he heard my voice, he turned his head to look at me with great effort. A trace of ridicule suddenly appeared on his pale face, and then he tilted it weakly. His mouth kept murmuring, as if he was talking to me, but it seemed that he was not. , so vague that people seem to understand but not understand.
"Kula... Ste is a... ghost place, humid and hot... full of ferocious beasts. Lugaoin is also a ghost place... dry and cold... hot and dry, with nothing but sand... and sure... sure enough... it still smells like home... Okay...ok...Kulnanna...honey...you're here to pick up..."
The voice gradually lowered, and I was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about his words, what on earth was he going to say? Or is it just nagging in a vague consciousness.
When I came back to my senses, he had gently closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was completely different from the cold and cold expression I had seen before, like a smile like a child getting candy.
"Wu, thank you for your hard work..."
Just as I was looking at his body at a loss, a familiar voice from behind made me jump unexpectedly, and then I collapsed like a frightened grasshopper.
"It's you, Kasha, do you want to scare me to death?"
I turned around and saw that familiar face, and Songli complained in one breath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Kasha smiled faintly, revealing an aura of sadness that was completely different from her usual playful self.
"When did you come here?"
"Just this morning, I originally wanted to take action, but seeing your enthusiastic look, I chose to wait and see. How is it? What do you think of this battle?" Kasha smiled and looked at me and asked. .
"It's terrible. If I can, I don't want to face such enemies again. Those mindless monsters are cuter." I sighed heavily.
"That won't work. If you keep fighting those dull monsters, you won't be able to truly become a master."
"Why……"
I sighed again and pointed at the assassin's body.
"It seems like you know something. Can you tell me what's going on? Why did he kill his own kind?"
"Are you sure you want to know? In fact, it was this matter that I hesitated to tell you last time. I thought it wouldn't be too late to tell you when I got to Lu Gaoyin, but I didn't expect trouble to come to the door so soon."
"That's enough, tell me quickly, it's already involved me, isn't it?"
I said impatiently, with a chill in my heart. If I hadn't met him this time, if it had been Lal and the others, or if he had successfully invaded Rogge's camp, wouldn't Sarah and the others also be in danger? ? Thinking of this, I can no longer face it with an attitude of not caring about myself.
"They are, the fallen..."
