What started the battle was a crossbow bolt that shot through the air.
A bit of crystal light passed through the snow and wind, and shot directly from behind the alchemist boy, shining in everyone's eyes, "Be careful, the exploding crossbow bolt!" Someone suddenly shouted. Yinshi reacted the fastest, turned around, raised his hand, and an invisible ripple spread out from his hand and enveloped the crossbow arrow.
But the flying arrow moved in mid-air, as if it suddenly came to life, like a swimming fish intertwining with a spell. Yinshi was startled - he was a powerful magician - he quickly retracted his hand and created a deflection field for himself.
At the same moment, the priest in the team also chanted and opened a semicircular shield. After the flying arrow missed the spell, it hit the edge of the shield and immediately flashed a dazzling fire. In the light of the explosion, Yinshi only saw the huge shield cracked inch by inch, and the shock wave swept down, bringing up a strong wind and broken snow, and hit him.
He was saved from being knocked to the ground only because of the protection of the deflection technique, but the fire elementalist on the other side was not so lucky. The opponent closest to the center of the explosion was directly blown away, and luckily he landed in a snowdrift. , so he didn’t get too injured.
But the next moment, Yinshi still heard the other party's scream, so shrill that it was almost inhuman -
He thought there was some kind of ambush there, but when he was distracted and looked back, he realized that the other person's face and body were actually stained with grass green. It turned out that the snow was not a snowdrift at all, but just a poop that Mr. Huiyan had defecated out of boredom. Because it had been lightly snowing for a while, it was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.
The unlucky fire elemental user didn't know whether he had good luck or bad luck, but he plunged into it. The latter was angry and anxious, waving his hands and screaming loudly, but finally the slow Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beast noticed that there was a stranger behind him.
It flicked its tail hard and flew the man away, and the latter's screams stopped abruptly.
Mr. Huiyan shook his head with satisfaction, thinking that the world was finally clean.
When Yinshi saw this, he secretly cursed an idiot. He had already seen dots of white light floating in the snow. It was obvious that the other party was completely dead, and there was no need to consider rescue issues. Bloody Feather Wings' questioning voice was heard in the communication channel: "Why didn't you stop the crossbow arrow just now?"
"The opponent is a powerful magician."
"And a crossbow shooter."
The snowy wind stirred up by the explosion has not subsided. Everyone in Ragnarok cannot see each other. The sharp wind almost drowns out all sounds. The dark fairy tale can only give orders loudly through the communication crystal: "Chen Shu, you go deal with that boxing saint." !”
"Porthos, go find that magician!"
"Be careful of the other party's flexible structure. Others should approach me first!"
Everyone nodded. Chen Shu also jumped up from the ground. Baggins spared his life before, but according to the rules between swordsmen, he could no longer attack the former. But according to the order of Dark Fairy Tale, there is no problem in finding the maid lady as an opponent.
The Ragnarok member who swapped places with him was the main musketeer in the team, but Porthos was neither a nightingale, an assassin, nor a shadow dancer, and of course he did not have the ability to find the opponent's magician in the vast snow wind.
As soon as he stepped back, Silver Stone's voice immediately came from the private channel: "The magician should be on our left, centered on the platform at seven o'clock. Power spells are mid-range spells, and the opponent cannot Over a hundred feet.”
Silverstone spoke quickly. He seemed to have a natural acumen in the journey of the magician. After a moment of meditation, he described the location of the opponent's magician as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Porthos just nodded: "Copy that."
Thirty meters is not too far.
But before he could turn around, he heard a voice coming from behind: "Are you looking for me?"
Porthos turned around in shock. Although his detection skills were average, he was not capable of letting others touch him behind his back without knowing it. After turning around, he discovered that there was no human figure at all, only a crooked snowman standing in the wind and snow.
It opened and closed its mouth, still talking to him: "Are you looking for me?"
"What the hell?"
Porthos knew that he had been teased, so he slashed the snowman with his sword and let it fall into the snow. But after a moment, the snowman was gathered together by an invisible hand and stood up again.
The other party still said the same thing: "Are you looking for me?"
Porthos was startled when he saw this scene, and suddenly realized that this was a power spell, plus a sound transmission spell - the magician must be nearby - he calmed down and walked straight through the The snowman walked forward.
But he didn't take two steps before he stopped again.
Because Porthos saw behind the vast snowstorm in front of him, the opponent's magician did not hide, but stood in black clothes in the snow and looked at him. The other party wore a pointed wizard's hat, a windbreaker and an upright collar to wrap himself up tightly - and he tilted his head towards him and asked:
"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"
Porthos subconsciously thought it was a trap, but looking around, it was clear that no one was there.
Holding the sword in his hand, he just muttered: "Pretend to be a ghost," and then stabbed the magician with his sword. He imagined various possibilities in his mind, including stabbing him with his sword, but what he stabbed was just a phantom.
The opponent may be hiding in other places, waiting for him to be fooled and unable to retreat, and use spells to attack him, so Porthos retains some strength on his hands and is always careful of possible attacks from around him.
But what the Musketeer never expected was that he still guessed wrong.
The magician looked indifferent and pulled out a thin sword from behind. He took a step forward and struck him with the sword. The two swords intersected, creating a spark in the snowy wind.
And because Porthos had some remaining strength in his hand, he suffered a big loss with the first sword - he obviously felt that the opponent's strength was far inferior to his, and as long as he struck with all his strength, the opponent would definitely be able to retreat.
But there is no regret in this world. He exchanged swords with the 'mage', and both of them took a step back. But at this moment, the other party actually made an incredible move - he raised his left hand and pushed towards him.
What kind of swordsmanship is this? Porthos was still stunned. The different sword skills of several types of swordsmen flashed in his mind. As a reserve member of Ragnarok's elite group, he was fairly well-informed, but he had never seen this kind of sword skills.
But before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly felt an invisible force pushing him.
This push almost caused him to lose his balance. He swayed before regaining his balance. And the 'Wind Spirit Seal' behind the 'mage' flashed, and he raised the sharp sword in his hand again. The blade was as fast as lightning, and he stabbed at him with a sword.
Porthos screamed in his heart. The moment he saw the 'Wind Spirit Seal', he finally determined the other party's profession - he was really a magician, because no one except magicians knew how to be a magician. The warrior's exclusive acceleration spell.
But it's too late to think about anything at this moment.
In a state of losing balance, Porthos could only manage to block with his sword, and with this block, both swords and swords were at a disadvantage. The 'Magician' looked completely unreasonable and attacked without giving him any chance to breathe.
The opponent struck out seven swords in a row, all of which almost broke through his defense. By the time the eighth sword arrived, Porthos' balance value had fallen to the bottom, and his dodge and block were almost cleared. "Can still block a sword!" This thought flashed through his mind.
But at this moment, the 'mage' in front shouted: "Snowman, attack!"
Porthos was horrified, and then he remembered that there was a snowman behind him who was controlled by the opponent.
He subconsciously turned around, only to see that the snowman was motionless. Even his head had been blown off by the wind and snow, leaving only a short snowdrift. Where did the snowman attack come from?
He suddenly realized something was wrong, but there was already a sharp pain in his chest.
A thin sword thrust straight out from there.
Porthos opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The system's warning sound was as sharp as a buzzer, echoing repeatedly in his mind. The light blue light page was fading little by little. He raised his head, and the surrounding vision seemed to gradually darken.
He felt someone push him from behind, pushing him down into the snow, which was a bit cold and biting.
Then he heard a voice coming from behind: "Hey, can you hear it? How could the snowman move? Do you think there is something wrong with your brain? But fortunately you are stupid enough, otherwise my balance value would be cleared quickly. It’s zero. I have no human rights at this low level..."
When Porthos heard this, he opened his mouth and coughed up another mouthful of blood. Then his eyes darkened and he knew nothing.
The box turned over the musketeer's body and found that nothing had fallen out. He couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He straightened up, sheathed his sword, patted the snow on his body, and then muttered: "The swordsmanship is not as good as mine, and the magic is not as good as mine. Why is the person he is looking for so unreliable..."
The wind and snow gradually became stronger.
The white snow almost obscured everyone's vision.
Silverstone also noticed something was wrong at this time. Porthos's name was dimmed from the communication channel. This was already the third manpower they had lost since the war began. Together with the seriously injured priest, this had already exceeded the number since their formation. highest record.
He vaguely felt that Dark Fairy's judgment might have made some mistakes. This so-called 'free adventure group' did not seem to be as simple as they had imagined.
Thinking of this, he suddenly froze for a moment, vaguely remembering the female knight he had seen in the snow before - he always felt that the other party seemed familiar and that he had seen it somewhere, but in a moment of urgency, no matter what, I can't remember who the other party is.
The complicated thoughts interfered with his spells, and the ice puppet was no match for the huge construct, and was retreating steadily.
The knight's orders came from afar in the cold wind, and the Dulon City Guards were finally ready to attack, which made him calm down a little. They had a numerical advantage anyway. If the Dulon City Guards cannot win against a free adventure group, then it would be too outrageous.
How come they are also members of the elite group of the Ragnarok branch.
"There is something wrong with the wind and snow," Dark Fairy's voice also came from the communication channel, "The wind and snow caused by the exploding crossbow bolt haven't stopped yet. I feel it is a magic effect."
The other party asked other people in the communication channel: "Blood Wings, can you disperse this snowstorm?"
Blood Feather Wings shook his head: "The elementalist doesn't have such a spell."
"Silverstone?"
Yinshi was speechless for a while, the water and air elemental user couldn't create such an effect, so what could he, a magician, do? However, there is indeed something wrong with this wind and snow. It seems to only linger near the platform, blocking their sight.
It was at this time that he suddenly groaned.
At that moment, he felt that he had lost contact with the ice puppet. He quickly looked back and saw that a spark suddenly jumped out of the magic furnace - this was the phenomenon of mana backlash, and his spell was forcibly broken.
Silverstone quickly opened the pressure relief valve with his backhand to prevent the retrograde magic power from burning out the ether guide on the magic guide. At the same time, he reminded everyone: "Be careful, my ice puppet can't stop the opponent's construct. It Might be coming in soon.”
But before he finished speaking, he felt the ground jump heavily.
The other party's target turned out to be him, and Yinshi felt a chill in his heart, but how did the other party find his exact location in the vast snowy wind?
But he didn't have time to think too much. In the wind and snow ahead, a tall figure emerged from the fog, and stabbed him with a huge spear in his hand. And the magician had no dodge ability. Before Silver Stone could react, he was stabbed through by a spear.
However, his teleportation robe saved his life. This valuable magic weapon on the market activated a spell at the last moment and teleported him out, landing heavily dozens of feet away.
The teleportation robe left a shadow in place, allowing the Orphen Twins' spears to pierce the shadow.
However, Yinshi got up from the ground and couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. He unbuttoned the magic stove with a click and threw it into the snow. After this blow, the magic furnace was completely destroyed.
He raised his head and saw the huge construct walking straight towards him as if his eyes could penetrate the snowy wind. He couldn't help but shout into the communication channel: "Blood Wings, help me!"
"I am here--!"
The water and air elementalist raised his right hand and was about to summon the crystal, but suddenly, he saw a flash of blue light in front of him, and an ice edge shot in this direction. He was startled and hurriedly stepped aside, but the spell in his hand naturally failed.
The opponent also has an elementalist.
Bloody Wings reacted, but this spell also exposed the opponent's position. He no longer cared about Silver Stone and raised his hand again, but this time he was no longer preparing a second-level spell.
It's a first-level spell.
Without cover, the battle between elementalists and elementalists is actually only one kind of confrontation.
That is to compare who has stronger calculation power and faster spell casting speed.
After all, no one gives Silly Huhu time to prepare high-level spells for his opponent, so in this case, faster low-level spells are the best choice.
However, this does not mean that low-level elementalists and high-level elementalists will be brought to the same level under such circumstances, because elementalists who have mastered high-level elemental spells will also be more proficient in low-level elemental spells than low-level elementalists. The elemental makes it more dominant.
As the main elementalist of this team, Bloody Wings could of course immediately tell through the previous spell that the opponent's elementalist was far inferior to his own level. To deal with such a newcomer, it is naturally the best choice to deal with the opponent in the fastest way and then solve the trouble at Silverstone.
He is very confident in his calculation power and spell casting speed. Apart from being unable to compare with the monsters in the Guild Brigade, even among the elite groups, his level in this aspect is one of the best.
But what he never expected was that he had just summoned the empty crystal, and the exact same scene appeared again. A blue light flashed in front, and another ice edge shot in this direction.
"I……"
Bloody Wings swallowed the national curse back into his stomach, then raised the elemental staff to summon a shield, which was able to block the spell. But I have never compared the casting speed with a novice. What kind of experience is this?
And how on earth did the other party find his exact location in the wind and snow?
Bloody Wings' mind was in confusion. Even the monsters in the brigade couldn't cast spells as fast as this. Could it be that the other party was using a cheat? But just as he was stunned, he already learned the answer to the previous question from the communication channel——
Because he heard a scream coming from Silverstone.
"It's a clockwork fairy..."
Silverstone shouted in the communication channel: "The other party is using clockwork fairies to monitor us..."
The mage's voice was full of panic and disbelief: "More than one, many... They must have more than one battle craftsman..."
The latter's voice stopped abruptly after a painful groan, and the next moment, Bloody Wings saw that his ID also disappeared from the communication channel.
The elementalist couldn't help but raise his head in confusion, looking at the white wind and snow in front of him. At this moment, another blue light came, and the ice edge hit his shield and shattered. But he was distracted for a moment——
The fourth fallen teammate.
Since their team was formed, although the internal harmony is not very harmonious, they have never suffered such heavy losses.
Is the other party really a free adventure group?
At this moment, outside the wind and snow, the Uncrowned Crown lying on the ground also opened its mouth. He was looking at the tall boy dressed as an elementalist standing next to him. Elemental crystals appeared one after another out of thin air in the latter's hands as if by magic.
Then the other party raised his hand and shot a stream of blue light into the wind and snow ahead.
At the same moment, a voice spoke in the latter's communication crystal, reminding them:
"Directly in front of you and to the right, about fifty feet away, is the opponent's elementalist."
"The swordsmen and musketeers are in the other direction."
"This time the spell is a little crooked, try it a few times to the left."
"Okay," a voice of clapping hands came from the crystal, and the voice said somewhat relaxedly: "The opponent's magician has been eliminated."
"Luo Yu, come closer to me. Miss Sophie has found their commander."
"Sophie?"
The Crownless Crown was slightly startled, and suddenly thought of something.
Could it be that Sophie?
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