Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 401: The Wizard's Battle

The night was very dark, the bleak silver moonlight could not dispel the shadows in the forest, the wind blew through the bushes and cracks in the rocks, and there was a frightening humming sound in the wilderness, and the trees turned into terrifying black ghosts and swayed wildly.

Thorne walked alone among the dense shadow trees, just walking quietly like a shadow.

His pace is so silent that most nocturnal predators who roam the wilderness do not hear or notice his presence.

If it wasn't for the slight trembling of dead branches and leaves floating on the ground, these bloodthirsty predators would never know that someone had passed through here.

When Thorn walked through the lush shadowy trees and came to a rough dirt road leading to the ruins of Far Mountain Town, a faint sound from the strong wind made him stop suddenly.

Thorne looked in the direction of the ruins of Yuanshan Town, let the strong wind blow up his black cloak, and said to himself:

"Xiao Hei, do you smell blood?".

"Swish..."

After the voice fell for a short while, the bushes on the left side of You Xia trembled.

"Roar!"

An adult-sized Fulong beast got out of it. The beast stretched its neck and grinned at its master a few times, as if to vent its inner dissatisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he patted the two extremely disproportionate leather wings on his back with a haughty expression, turned around and walked forward facing the strong wind.

Every time it takes a step, the muscles full of power flow back and forth on it like waves.

Its vigorous figure leaped onto a big rock, looked towards the ruins of Yuanshan Town with its scarlet eyes, sniffed with its sharp nose, then turned around and growled a few times at Thorne.

"It seems that my feeling is right. There is indeed a battle ahead. The strong smell of blood is also mixed with the sulfur smell of the fireball and the unique stench of the lizardman." After receiving the telepathic message from the animal companion, Thorne speculated:

"In this case, there should be a conflict between adventurers in the wild and the remnants of the Lizardmen. Who could it be? Spellcasters who can cast the three-ring "fireball technique", whether they are warlocks or wizards, are scarce resources in the wilderness territory. "

"Let's go, I just plan to spend the night in the ruins of Yuanshan Town tonight, and take a look at what's going on ahead." Thorn waved to the animal companion, and then hurried towards the ruins.

In the wilderness at night, daring to fly on a hippogriff is undoubtedly courting death.

Besides, the moonlight is very dim tonight.

Hippogriffs without "darkvision" are greatly affected in flight.

So he didn't plan to rush to Twilight Town overnight, but planned to sleep in the wilderness for one night and then drive the next day. The ruins of Yuanshan Town were his best choice.

Inside the ruins of Yuanshan Town.

"It really is a lizardman." Thorn, who used a collapsed ruin occupied by weeds as a cover, looked at the battle scene not far away and whispered.

A group of lizardmen are attacking a spellcaster covered in gray robes.

Most of these lizardmen's weapons are javelins, and there are five lizardman longbowmen hiding behind the bunkers.

The positions of the five lizardman longbowmen are very tricky, not only ensuring that their longbow shots can attack the caster, but also avoiding the long-range spell bombardment of the caster, and there are ruins bunkers in front of them for defense.

At this time, the wizard has been surrounded, and it seems a little impossible to rush out.

Because there are all lizardmen nearby, except for those who fell to the ground and died, there are still more than 30 of them.

However, this group of cowardly lizardmen was obviously frightened by the fireball just now. Apart from screaming non-stop around the caster, none of them dared to act rashly.

"Shhhhhh!"

This stalemate was finally broken by the lizardman longbowman. With the dull echo of the bowstring, the powerful arrow shot at the calm caster.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

It's a pity that when the galloping arrow is about one meter away from the caster, the sharp arrow will either deflect and fly in another direction, or it will fall directly at the caster's feet.

"Mage armor, deflection force field." Thorne glanced at the crouching dragon beast hidden in the dark, and gently took off the composite longbow behind him.

Noticing the dim protective force field, Thorne immediately judged the caster's protective spell based on "perceived magic", and guessed the opponent's approximate level.

This is a wizard with a professional level not exceeding level 6.

Why do you say he is a wizard.

Mainly because Thorne noticed ink stains on the wizard's old gray wizard robes.

He can still recognize this kind of ink, which is a special ink used to transcribe spell scrolls.

Ever since Anderina learned magic from a goblin wizard, she has often practiced the skill of copying scrolls and making some simple spell scrolls.

For Thorn, who occasionally liked to hang around her, it was obvious at a glance.

Why are those so-called 'dead house' wizards ranked first among the four major spellcasting systems, and they are also the richest group.

Precisely because they are best at crafting magic items and spell scrolls.

After all, these magic items are very scarce luxury goods anywhere.

Of course, there is the most crucial point, this wizard's protection spell is significantly different from that of ordinary spellcasters.

As we all know, warlocks' spells are obtained by awakening blood, so they can easily master and cast spells without spending time learning obscure spell knowledge like wizards.

This indirectly leads to the fact that warlocks are novices in arcane skills. Most of the spells they cast are not as flexible as wizards, and they are even despised by some extreme wizard groups.

Take simple protection spells as an example.

The function of the first-ring spell "Mage Armor" is to create a protective spell similar to an 'AT force field' around the subject.

As long as this force field barrier doesn't disappear, it can block any physical damage.

However, the shape of the normal force field is similar to an oval shape that surrounds the subject. Under Thorne's careful observation, he found that the force field barrier cast by the wizard in front of him turned out to be a three-dimensional prism-like existence.

A skill that can easily change the shape of a spell is undoubtedly impossible for a warlock.

This is like the magic-like ability "Fireball" he masters.

In fact, the spells he awakened are essentially the same as warlocks. They don't need to learn spell knowledge, and they can be learned automatically when certain conditions are met.

It would be easy for him to disguise himself as a Demon Warlock.

But it is simply impossible for Thorn to make him shape the round fireball into a square or other shapes, at least he can't do it.

Only those wizards who have learned the "fireball technique" through magic knowledge can successfully knead into other shapes through continuous research and trials.

Of course, even a squared fireball is still a fireball, and its power will not be weakened or increased.

Unless some idle wizard had a brain twitch, almost no one would attempt such a dangerous move.

It is said that a wizard player in Iron Horse Town was accidentally killed by his own fireball while studying the "fireball technique".

What exactly caused it, he didn't quite know.

The change of shape of the fireball is useless to increase the power, which does not mean that other spells are also useless.

Just like the prismatic force field cast by the wizard in front of him is very useful for the current battle.

Because the group of lizardmen who besieged him mainly used piercing weapons such as spears, javelins and longbows, when they hit the prismatic force field, they were easily deflected by the inclined plane, causing them to be unable to bear the force.

Therefore, a few smart lizardmen have begun to try to hammer with the handle of a gun.

If it's a blunt blow like a stick, the prismatic force field is obviously not as effective as the oval-shaped protection.

The more than 30 lizardmen who besieged the wizard seemed to be still afraid of the frightening fireball just now, which caused the formation to be scattered and they didn't even dare to get together.

There were only three people rushing up to break the shield, and they were forcibly kicked up by one of the strongest lizardmen.

So the three lizard men with trembling legs clenched the javelins in their hands, and reluctantly went up to the wizard.

"Shhhhhh!"

Before the three lizardmen approached the wizard, the lizardman longbowman hiding at the back couldn't bear the loneliness, and completed a new round of shooting. Five sharp arrows pierced the night and shot at the motionless wizard. .

——"Three-ring spell: reverse arrow!"

The moment the five arrows approached the wizard, the small tortoise shell and a rubber ball disappeared in the wizard's hand after chanting the spell, and an almost invisible protective barrier appeared around him again.

"Buzz!"

The five galloping arrows all hit the wizard's protective force field in no particular order.

Under the influence of the magic, the arrow trembled slightly, then turned the arrow strangely, and shot back according to the original flight path.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Accompanied by the sound of sharp arrows piercing the flesh, the two bewildered lizardman longbowmen had no time to dodge and were directly shot to death by their own arrows, while the other three managed to escape with the help of the cover.

——"One-ring spell: Arcane Missile!"

Immediately afterwards, the calm wizard unhurriedly took out a spell scroll from his pocket, and three magic missiles made of magic energy shot out from his fingertips, pointing directly at the three 'brave' lizardmen who rushed forward .

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The power of the magic missile was like a bullet fired from a pistol, mercilessly piercing through the horny scales of the lizardman's neck, leaving a blood hole as thick as a thumb. They fell to the ground without even screaming.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

Seeing the wizard who completed five kills in an instant, the leading lizard man hissed in horror, and his legs stepped back a few steps as if uncontrollably.

The encirclement circle formed by the other lizardmen against the wizard also grew a bit larger as they retreated.

"There is not even a spellcaster. It may be difficult to take down this wizard. If the opponent's spell scrolls are sufficient, they can even be cleaned up."

Seeing the lizardman being tortured and killed by the calm wizard, Thorne shook his head slightly, then put away the composite longbow and drew out his long sword.

It's a fight without suspense.

The lizardmen, who have a numerical advantage but no spellcaster, only rely on the javelin and longbow in their hands, and have nothing to do with the wizard.

So Thorne believed that if the leader of this group of lizardmen hadn't been injured in the battle just now, he should have chosen to run away at this time.

as predicted.

The leader of the lizardman, who was struggling for a moment, pointed at the motionless wizard in dragon language and roared angrily a few times, then ran away by himself, ignoring all the bewildered subordinates.

Why are his subordinates so confused, because the order from the leader of the lizard people is to rush forward and kill the wizard together.

So a dozen stunned-headed green lizards really rushed towards the wizard, screaming.

The rest of the lizardmen obviously had a quick mind. They noticed the moment when the leader was running ahead, and they also dispersed and disappeared into the night.

Facing a dozen 'brave' lizardmen swarming up, the calm wizard unhurriedly took out a pinch of sulfur from his pocket.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

I saw him calmly muttering obscure spells while feeling the weakening of the protective force field around him from the lizard man's beating.

——"Three-ring spell: flash burst!"

As the last syllable of the mysterious spell was finished, a dazzling flash of light suddenly burst out within a radius of about 5 meters around the wizard.

The dazzling white light flashed like lightning in the night, and the hunters and beasts lurking around waiting to taste the corpses were also frightened and turned their heads and disappeared into the deeper night.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

The lizardmen in the center of the spell were even worse. They screamed terribly, dropped the weapons in their hands, covered their eyes and scurried around like headless chickens.

Immediately, more than a dozen lizardmen slammed and cursed blindly around the wizard.

Looking at the lizardmen who were all blinded by the spell, the wizard looked relieved.

I saw him nimbly dodging the scurrying lizardmen, and came to the back of a ruined bunker, preparing to take out a few spell scrolls and clean them up before they recovered their vision.

However, the moment the wizard came near the bunker, a figure covered in a black cloak appeared in his sight, as if blending into the night, and the wizard almost jumped up in fright.

"Who are you!" The sorcerer who tried to keep calm slowly backed away from him, clutching a spell scroll in his hand, and gently rubbing a ring on his finger with the other hand, looking at the black man warily. film.

He didn't dare to turn around and run away, nor did he dare to take the initiative to attack.

Because the sharp sword in the hand of the black shadow that appeared has changed from fiery red to bright white in the darkness, exuding a palpitating danger all the time.

He believed that as long as he moved a little rashly, this sharp long sword would definitely take his life in an instant.

"So it's Pardo, long time no see." Just as the wizard was secretly worried about his situation, the black figure in front of him suddenly reached out and lifted his hood, and greeted with a smile.

(End of this chapter)