More arrows rained down at her, and Roma hurriedly ducked into the bushes and hid behind a cypress tree. Not only arrows flew, but a short spear pierced the trunk of the tree, and the tip caught the hair on the little lion's head. There were also long needles and rocks that exploded as soon as they hit the ground, instantly destroying the forest trees. Not to mention ferocious beasts, even mysterious creatures may be cut into pieces. These green elves had no intention of giving her a chance to explain in the first place.
Anger welling up in her chest, she unhooked her bow. It wasn't safe with her back against a tree trunk, so she made her way through an elder bush and ducked behind a rock. I should teach you a lesson. Roma nocked an arrow and let her senses come into full play, searching for the target.
The damp, rotten smell dominated the air. The scent of calamus and grape hyacinth wafted up from the shrubs, but only the spores and pollen were unpleasant. Roma didn't know what the green elf smelled like, but she could identify the strange smell that was getting stronger in the wind. They were not moving very slowly, and they might have thought that their sneak attack was successful.
She jumped out from behind the block, aimed and fired the arrow as fast as lightning. As she loosened the bowstring, Roma silently thanked Yasukawa for teaching her the art of shooting at moving targets. She fell onto the moist red earth with a shower of leaves, her heartbeat filling her ears. No one is faster than me, I am a lion.
Soon her comfort came true. A sharp whistle came from the distant woods, and rich blood mixed into the air. Only then did Roma confirm that his Armor Break had killed someone. She manipulated the magic power into her ears and heard a series of strange chirping sounds hidden under the whistle. Based on this, the little lion judged that their position was still thirty yards away.
When the green elf was discovered a few days ago, Yasukawa stopped her from recklessly provoking the enemy. Now that the other party is actively attacking, she has no reason to continue to endure. Arrows carrying magic tore through the body, and the afterimage was transmitted mysteriously. Roma suddenly became less angry.
They are just a little more powerful than black rabbits. She bent her bow and arrow again, ready to try new magic.
The magic slowly gathered, and Roma watched as his hickory bow began to glow little by little. Windrunner's magic is nothing more than aiming and attacking. The former includes Night's Embrace and Consonance, and the latter is Armor Sunder and Storm. The last one was quite difficult. She had no experience of successfully casting it, so she had to choose Lingxi to try to calibrate the opponent's exact position.
The enemy was undoubtedly in the form of a small team, and it was impossible for her to detect everyone's movements with just her senses. The forest is very foggy at night, and only the river can reflect the faint moonlight. At this time, the waterway has become turbid due to obstructions from upstream. Roma thought of the fallen tree and glanced at the water. The problem was immediately apparent: the grass-seed goblins were flying in groups, flying over the low-hanging branches. Under their fluorescent light, two shadows emerged from the calamus bushes, holding spears in their hands and approaching silently.
Without thinking, she turned around and let go of the string. The arrow flew over the branches and pierced into a person's chest. He leaned back into the river. Roma tried to nock another arrow, but the remaining man had already thrown his spear at her. She had to roll to avoid it. At this time, a huge net of vines fell from the sky, and Roma didn't know when it was on it! She had no choice but to draw the dagger.
The vine was cut, and the little lion crawled out in disgrace. The enemy is close at hand. I should prepare for another Armor Break, she scolded herself angrily. The magic power belonging to the Windrunner flowed on the dagger in the most primitive way. Roma jumped on the tree trunk and rushed out. The power of the lion-man made her speed no less than an arrow. The green elf behind him whistled urgently and drew his sword to attack. Her dagger only left a white mark on the steel.
Roma picked up all the slack. I should have known the enemies were numerous, she thought ruefully, I should have just left.
The green elf has never been praised for his swordsmanship, but he is still better than Roma who is new to mysterious battles. She didn't dare to use her claws to catch the blade, and she had no chance to attach a bow and arrow. She could only dodge left and right, relying on the speed added by magic power to avoid it. The rustling of branches and leaves heralded the arrival of more elves. She finally felt anxious and subconsciously roared at her opponent.
The lion's roar startled everyone nearby. "Are you not human?" Her enemy pulled away and asked in surprise. This time he spoke in the common language of Pinyaio, which Roma understood.
"I'm from the prairie."
"You have a human aura about you, and you are an adventurer."
"I'm an adventurer too."
"No matter who you are, I must avenge my companions." The green elf said, "You killed Karna. I want your head and fur." The way he looked at her annoyed her.
"Let's try it." Roma showed his fangs.
She lunged forward and stabbed his hand with her arrow. The green elf howled and backed away, picking up the spear on the ground. A flash of light danced on the tip, and Roma's hair stood on end, and she quickly jumped back onto a tree stump. It seemed like magic. She had no doubt that the green elf's magic could create similar destructive power as her arrows.
She heard the sound of wind rushing behind her, and a wooden arrow grazed her ear and penetrated into the bushes. More enemies came after him, but Roma had no time to turn back. The distance she managed to open was enough to bend her bow and shoot, and she immediately did so. However, the moss under her feet was too slippery, and the recoil prevented her from maintaining her balance, and she actually fell into a tree stump. The magic arrow flew across the river and hit the trunk of the banyan tree on the other side.
Opposite her, the green elf jumped over the tree roots with a spear in hand. Roma saw the tip of the spear reaching towards her head. She rolled as hard as she could to avoid the blow. The edge of magic left a gash in her shoulder, but Roma climbed up onto another stump. The ground behind her exploded, and earth splashed like fireworks. She lost her dagger, and the little lion had to use his bow to block the blade that was following her. There was a harsh friction between steel and wood. She used her last magic power to protect the bow arm from being cut off, and the effect of Night Embrace was over.
The green elf suddenly dodged back, and the spear in his hand condensed with light again. The sword was discarded aside. Only then did Roma realize the danger behind him. She turned her head, and countless short arrows flew across the night sky, their tips showing a dark green color, as if the leaves that were covering the sky were flying towards her at a fatal speed. They shuttled into the shadows and disappeared immediately. Roma raised her bow and tried to block, although she knew it was almost useless.
But a shining star suddenly bloomed in her body, shining on the enemy she couldn't see clearly. There are a dozen green elves in total. In the flashing ring that lasted for three seconds, Roma couldn't see whether his expression was as stunned as theirs. Under the gloves, the snowflake ring belonging to Sabina turned gray.
The green elf's spear slid open in the starlight and plunged into the tree stump, causing the wood to split into pieces instantly. But Roma had come to her senses. She jumped up with all her strength, jumped over the enemy and the calamus bush, and fell into the river.
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"We're late." Sparrow Wine said.
In front of them was a riverside battlefield that had not been cleared by nature. The trees were crooked, branches and leaves were everywhere, plow marks on the wet soil bank were crisscrossed, and even the rotten and collapsed tree stumps on the edges had been chopped into pieces. Uriel used his fingers to dig a deep hole in the mud flat and found an iron arrowhead. "Green elves are good at using bows and arrows?" There is no need to doubt this.
"Even if you are not a mysterious person, you have to deal with his bow and arrow carefully." Sparrow Wine told him, "Some long-eared people are born with a tendency to hurt people with hidden arrows and do not follow the right path. Druids are better, but they can also call on the one who drives me. People of the same race. Have you ever been woken up in the wee hours of the morning? Just to look for a fool's lost fork?"
Uriel said sympathetically: "I thought you were only friendly with the forest race."
"Don't get me wrong, humans are no better than elves, and dealing with them is more uncomfortable."
"You are now walking with a human," the apprentice reminded, "and are going to find a lion man."
"Well, I mean most humans, excluding you." The little human's eyes obviously turned around on his kettle, and he answered after weighing it. It jumped on the river beach and swung across a broken reed. "Obviously, the green elf returned the same way."
"They took Miss Roma away?"
Marrow Wine seemed very hesitant. "I'm not sure. I can't find her."
"I don't know what you mean," Uriel said. "You said the green elf has a way to block your magic?"
"It's not just green elves, water can also be used. Rivers and lakes are the territory of water elves, and they are unwilling to share news in the water. But after all, nothing interesting happens between fish and shrimps, so who cares?"
It is undeniable that the source of information for water fairies is not limited to water, but the oil-rubber little humans need to rely on forests and vegetation. Fortunately, Uriel didn't intend to expose it: "Are there goblins in this river?"
"Maybe. But don't expect to find them using the secret language of nature. It is true that the water fairies are believers in the forest, but their true source of belief is Heather's maid. She is the goddess of spring water, named Nymph."
"I have seen water fairies." Uriel said slowly, "Not all water fairies have faith."
"Well, only water fairies born from forest springs believe in nymphs. It's time to get it right this time." Sparrow Wine replied nonchalantly. It paused for a moment and suddenly reacted: "You said you have seen the water fairy?"
"Not a pleasant encounter," he said honestly.
Sparrow Wine blinked. "I believe that's not your problem, my friend." Maybe it thought he was comforting it. "The river is very fast, so she is probably downstream."
"What if Roma is taken away by the green elf?" Uriel thought more.
"No." The little human concluded, "She is traveling with the adventurers, and the green elves hate the adventurers. They will definitely fight to the death if they encounter them, and there will be no prisoners. If the green elves' team gains something, it can only be hers. fur."
Uriel didn't want to think about it anymore. I hope that adventurer really has the power to protect Miss Roma as rumored. It's better to have difficulty negotiating than to die before he can find you. "Then let's walk along the river."
