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, explosive crossbow bolts!" I don't know who suddenly shouted. Silver Stone reacted fastest and turned around.

, raised his hand and especially liked the city. 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 intertwined with a spell. Yinshi was startled - a powerful energy magician - he quickly retracted his hand and patched it up for himself

A deflection force field.

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, Silver

Shi only saw the huge shield cracked inch by inch, and the shock wave swept down, bringing up a strong wind and broken snow, hitting his face.

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 blown away directly, and luckily he landed in a snowdrift.

, so he didn’t suffer too much injury.

But the next moment, Yinshi still heard the other party's scream, so shrill that it was almost inhuman -

He thought there was another ambush over there, and when he was distracted and looked back, he found that the other person's face and body were actually stained with grass green. It turned out that the snow under the snow was not a snowdrift at all, but Mr. Huiyan pulled it out of boredom.

It was just a ball of feces, covered with a thin layer of snowflakes because it had been snowing for a while.

The unlucky fire elementalist 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 let the slow Hui Ling bear Qiu

The beast noticed that there was a stranger behind him.

It flicked its tail hard and flew the man away, and the latter's screams suddenly stopped.

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 the dots of white light floating in the snow. It was obvious that the other party was completely dead, and there was no need to think about rescue issues. The sound of bloody wings was coming from the communication channel.

Questioning: "Why didn't you stop the crossbow 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. 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 will approach me first!"

Everyone nodded. Chen Shu also jumped up from the ground. Baggins spared his life earlier. According to the rules among swordsmen, he could no longer attack the former. But according to the order of Dark Fairy Tale, go

There is no problem in finding that maid as a rival.

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 snowy 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. The power spell is a mid-range spell, and the opponent cannot

Over a hundred feet."

Silverstone spoke very 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 other 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 investigative skills were average, he was not capable of letting people touch him without knowing it. After turning around, he found that there was no human figure at all, only a crooked snowman standing in the wind and snow.

middle.

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 split the snowman with his sword and let it fall into the snow. But a moment later, the snowman was gathered up 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 wind and snow in front of him, the other party's magician did not hide, but stood in black clothes and looked at him in the wind and snow. The other party wore a pointed wizard's hat and a

The windbreaker and the erected collar covered him 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 when he looked 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, and what he stabbed was just an 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 has some remaining 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 the world. He exchanged swords with the 'mage' and each 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 swordsmanships 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 swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship.

But before he could finish thinking about it, he suddenly felt an invisible force pushing him.

This push almost made him lose his balance. He shook a little before regaining his balance. And the "Wind Spirit Seal" behind the 'Magician' flashed, and he raised the sharp sword in his hand again, and the blade was as fast as

A flash of lightning and a sword stabbed at him.

Porthos screamed in his heart, "F*ck". The moment he saw the 'Wind Spirit Seal', he finally confirmed the other party's profession - he was really a magician, because no one except magicians could do this.

The warrior's exclusive acceleration spell.

But it's too late to think about anything now.

In a state of losing balance, Porthos could only try to block with his sword, but with this block, both swords and swords were at a disadvantage. The 'magician' looked completely unreasonable, and after a round

Attacking without giving him any chance to breathe.

The opponent struck out seven swords in a row, all of which almost broke through his defense. When the eighth sword arrived, Porthos's balance value had dropped to the bottom, and his dodge and block were almost cleared. "I can still block one 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 spit 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, and he raised his head.

, 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 really have no human rights at a 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.

He turned over the musketeer's body in the box and found that nothing had fallen out. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He straightened up, sheathed the sword and returned it to its sheath, patted the snow on his body, and then muttered: "My sword skills are not as good as mine, and my magic skills are not as good as mine."

Not as good as me, why is the person that person 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 Tale might have made some mistakes in its judgment. 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 wind and snow before - he always felt that the other party seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but in a moment of urgency, no matter what,

I can't even 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 far away in the cold wind, and the Dulun City Guards were finally ready to attack, which made him calm down a little. They had a numerical advantage no matter what. If the Dulun City Guards had their backs

If you can't win against a free adventure group, that would be too outrageous.
To be continued...