Oster chased the child, shouting, "You fool, what can you do on your own, other than to die in vain?"
The child was still dragging the long knife, which was extremely huge and heavy for him, and ran forward without looking back. A gangster bent his bow and arrow, aiming at the child's back; the next second, he was pierced by a pierce of ice and nailed to the wall, and he died without even humming.
Auster put down the hand that guided the direction of the spell and continued to run forward. Several gangsters held up swords and yelled to catch up.
According to the annotations in the spell book, Oster spent a lot of effort to finish a long and complicated spell. At the same time, he also needed to convert arcane energy, focus the spell direction, etc.; after failing several times in a row, he released the group. The sheep-transformation technique turned several gangsters who rushed towards him with knives into stupid sheep at the last moment.
Oster wiped the sweat from his head and thought with lingering fear: Magic is really a complicated and troublesome thing. This is still blessed by the Sashu, and there is no need to consider the spell level and mana consumption; in the high-definition real version of World of Warcraft, an average mage may not be able to defeat a warrior of the same level.
[Warning, the energy reserve is low. It is recommended to stop outputting spell energy immediately to maintain the basic functions of the system. 】
Seeing that warning boxes had popped up continuously on the interface that only he could see in front of him, Oster was very anxious: the remote portal had already consumed more than half of the remaining energy. Even if he tried to save as much as possible and only used secondary spells, it would probably be released again. Three or five is the limit. Once he shuts down his phone again, he will become a lamb to be slaughtered in this chaotic place.
Thinking of this, Oster's heart ached extremely; what happened to this naughty kid? I had waited for several months to regain such a small amount of energy. I originally wanted to use it to escape by myself, but I wasted so much because of a little kid;
What revenge could a child like him take? Even if he kills all his enemies, will his parents survive? Isn't it more important to live a good life?
Oster chased the child and accidentally stepped into a "puddle". The splashed liquid was pungent and sticky. When he looked down, he found that it was not water, but a river of blood flowing freely on the ground.
Looking up, I saw mountains of corpses piled among the burned ruins. Some men were beheaded and some were hanged; women were humiliated, disemboweled and left on the roadside; there were colorful swaddling clothes and small heads floating in the wells, which were children who were drowned in them. ;
Along the way, innocent villagers were massacred and houses burned down. As he ran, Oster gradually became silent.
When they arrived at the empty space in the center of the village, they saw numerous gangsters digging large holes in the ground and driving the surviving villagers into the holes. They threw down hay and firewood and poured tar on them. It seemed that they thought there were too many villagers and killed them one by one. It's too laborious, so just have it all in one pot.
Facing the extremely vicious gangsters, the villagers had already cried out their tears and let tar pour on their heads and bodies. They were all dull and sluggish, waiting to be killed.
A gangster with a sinister face who looked like a leader held a torch and cursed, "You poor guys, when you used the power of those red masks to rob my land, weren't you very majestic? Now you live and eat for free. For several months, I have asked you all to accept your fate as renters!"
Behind him, the child just now was holding a knife and sneaked behind the tar barrel due to his short stature. Then, taking the leader unawares, he rushed over and stabbed him in the back with a knife;
However, for an adult and murderous gang leader, such an attack is still too immature. The leader easily dodged, grabbed the knife, and kicked the child to the ground. The child wanted to get up again, but was held down by other gangsters who gathered around him. He could only lie on the ground and stare at them with fire-breathing eyes.
Seeing that the attacker was a child less than ten years old, the leader said with interest, "You have a good eye, boy, do you want to follow me? Not only will you not pursue what happened just now, but you will also be able to enjoy the hot food in the future." "
The gangsters nearby said, "Boy, the boss has shown mercy, why don't you thank me quickly!"
The child bit his lip and drew blood, "You stupid bastards... you killed your parents, and so many other villagers, and I will make you all pay with your lives!"
The gangsters seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and they all laughed, "This kid must have a bad brain, he is going to die soon, and he is still talking in his sleep!"
The leader kicked the child hard on the cheek and said, "I wonder if he can still be so strong after being burned." Several gangsters picked up the child with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, tied his hands behind his back, and threw him into the pit.
Then, without hesitation, the bandit leader threw the torch in his hand into the pit.
In the horrified eyes of the villagers and children, the torch drew an arc and flew into the pit; just before it touched the tar-filled firewood, it disappeared in the air.
The leader rubbed his eyes in surprise and confirmed in disbelief that at such a small distance, the torch was actually gone.
The gangsters looked around and soon found a red-haired man standing far away on the edge of the empty field, panting. In his hand, he was holding a somewhat familiar torch.
"Huh, ha... I mean, brother, you talk so little, do you look like a villain? According to the normal rhythm, you shouldn't taunt a few more words, spin around twice meaninglessly, and beat the hostages to make them hateful. , to buy the protagonist time to come? I threw the match so decisively, what if I didn't catch it?" Oster threw away the extinguished torch in his hand, panting and blaming.
His strange words made the gangsters confused. The leader yelled, "Who is it? Tell me your name!" The other gangsters also surrounded him with knives.
But after getting closer, someone saw the red cloth wrapped around Oster's arm and exclaimed, "This is the mask of a rebel!"
These bandits from the Returning Regiment were all a ragtag group of people who relied on their strength. They panicked one after another, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. "The rebels are back!" "It's over. Let's run away."
The leader was also very nervous, but after taking a closer look, he scolded his subordinates, "Don't panic, look clearly, he is alone. There are government and military guards outside the village to support us, what are we afraid of?"
Then he sneered and said to Auster, "Although I don't know where this rebel like you came from, but you must want to save these poor people, right? - Just stand still and don't move, or I will burn you to death immediately." them!"
As he spoke, he took another torch from his subordinates and stretched it to the edge of the pit, making a threatening gesture. At the same time, he ordered his men to outflank Auster from both sides and block Oster's retreat.
Auster stood there whistling like nothing happened, letting himself be surrounded by gangsters.
The bandit leader saw that the opponent had already fled, and he laughed and said, "Today is such a good day. No matter whether he is dead or alive, the rebel's head can be exchanged for a good price. If he is an official, the reward will be even greater." It’s high. As for these poor devils, just watch them go on the road!”
With that said, he couldn't help but throw the torch into the pit again; Auster sighed, can't some people and some things have a longer memory?
In an instant, the torch thrown by the leader disappeared again, and all the swords and weapons in the hands of the gangsters who rushed towards them disappeared out of thin air;
In the next second, all these things flashed to Oster's side with waves of blue ripples, and fell to the ground with a clank, forming a semicircle.
At the same time, under everyone's feet, a large magic circle that occupied most of the empty space emerged. After two flashes of light, it returned to silence.
The gangsters were all shocked; before, they didn't think much about the torch, but this time, even the most idiotic gangsters saw that something was wrong.
"It's magic, be careful and stay back!"
Auster remained calm and exhaled the Sashu interface that only he could see. When he arrived at this empty field before, due to the emergency, he temporarily rewritten the values of the large teleportation circle and moved the target anchor point from the station dozens of miles away to this empty field. Because the distance is greatly shortened, the range is also expanded, so he can teleport and move objects at will here. Of course, only within the scope of the magic circle;
Since most of Sa Shu's remaining energy was used to construct long-distance teleportation magic, facing a large number of gangsters in the empty field, in order to save the reckless child and escape unscathed, this was what he could think of The only way. But this also means that the plan to escape from the rebels has been ruined.
Auster looked at the knife and torch in front of him and said to himself in confusion, "No, why are only the weapons passed over?" Originally, he wanted to teleport half of the gangsters' bodies, and use teleportation like before The door was jammed shut, but it didn't work. As he asked the question, the query results were displayed on the Sashu interface;
[...Error, the command was not executed. Reason: Due to different function variables, when the target is a living body, if the ratio of delivered energy minus loss energy to transferred energy is less than 1, the two infinitesimal equivalent relationships cancel each other out. This activates the range-oriented transmission protection mechanism, and the spell energy with conditional assumptions will produce an infinitesimal speed limit tending to zero during the trend of the same independent variable, so the target will be automatically replaced with an offensive part of the same variable body. overall……】
"Whatafuck, what are these things!" Auster exclaimed, his scalp numb when he saw it, "Sure enough, the end of all things is mathematics, which is as comprehensive as advanced mathematics. Have you ever considered the feelings of a scumbag?... ...In short, it means that the group teleportation array is different from the teleportation gate. There is something like a passenger protection mechanism. You can only move objects without stopping, but you can't kill people directly, right? - This is very nerve-wracking. , we have to find another way."
The gangsters didn't know what the man was talking about, but they saw that the other man was a mage and that he was very powerful, so they all backed away in fear. In this world, high-level magic is like a gun, far beyond what an empty-handed person can deal with.
The gangster leader was also very nervous, but after careful observation, he immediately shouted loudly;
"Don't panic! These mages can't cast spells continuously, and their bodies are very fragile. They are most afraid of crossbows and muskets! This guy has no helpers, and there are many of us. We should surround him first and use long-range weapons to deal with him! You two, Hurry up and call the army guards over... Get moving, if you want to survive, do as I say!"
The gangsters woke up and hurriedly took out their crossbows and muskets, loaded them, and took aim;
Auster was a little surprised that this little boss really got it right. Since magic cannot accurately locate targets that are too fast and have too much kinetic energy, in this world, the weakness of the mage is fast and accurate long-range attacks; just like in the game, being shot will kill you.
Auster was very depressed. This man talked a lot and looked like a qualified villain, but the question was, should he be so powerful?
Even such a little boss who doesn't seem to lose much experience points is so well-informed, calm and composed, with accurate judgment and decisive command; the villain doesn't even show his wits, so how can he play with it! If he hadn't prepared in advance, he would have become a real fool.
Oster put his hands together and channeled the energy, and a blue halo enveloped him. As the sound of bowstrings and gunpowder sounded all around, arrows and bullets were fired one after another. There was only a whooshing sound, and all the arrows and bullets hit the ground. Oster had already turned into a burst of light and disappeared on the spot.
The gangsters looked around nervously, scanning the streets and houses opposite, but there was no sign of Oster.
The leader searched for a long time and confirmed that the other party was no longer here. He breathed a sigh of relief and did not forget to sarcastically say;
"Humph, I really escaped. I should have known that mages are just jugglers with no real skills, and they are all greedy for life and afraid of death."
All the gangsters also relaxed and laughed, "Boss is so awesome." "Look at that coward, he didn't even dare to let go and ran away, hahaha!"
Until a voice came from behind; "Are you sure?"
The gangsters were shocked and turned around. Oster appeared in the middle of the pit, sitting cross-legged on a pile of firewood; the villagers nearby also looked up at him in surprise.
"It's true that I'm greedy for life and afraid of death. It doesn't matter if I'm a coward or not; it's just that I have no real ability. Do you want to organize your language?"
