Glory Mage

() In the gray misty forest, dozens of figures riding horses slowly appeared. They stepped on the woodland where rotten leaves were piled up, and a black muddy water spread out in the sunken place. After a few seconds, the figures riding horses also appeared .

Everyone wore worn leather armor, some in plate or chain armor.The weapons at their waists ranged from cross swords to one-handed giant swords, scimitars to iron chain claws and so on. The unkempt men stared fiercely at the convoy in front of them, and growled at the corners of their mouths:

"Where did you come from the caravan? This place was occupied by our Shire Thief Group and you are not allowed to pass. If you want to go, you can bypass the foggy forest and go up the walkway from Russia to the ridge and then pass through two canyons. to the road behind."

The leader of the thieves wears a silver helmet, gray eyes that are common in the Mars Empire can be seen in the messy gray hair, and his proficiency in the Mars Empire language proves his identity as a criminal in a certain city Knights came here to act as thieves.

"Hoohoo!!"

The silver iron chain at the back flicked, causing the mist to stir and move twice, and there was a sound of metal friction and waving in the air.

"Ordinary thieves? It's too hard for them to come out to work in this weather."

Grant could see dozens of strong men through the curtains. Their firm chests and bulging muscles made Grant feel a little strange. This figure is not like the thieves who live in the border mountain roads, and is more close to regular knights. Horizontal knights.

If it weren't for the tattered appearance and attire, Grant might have thought the opponent was a regular army.

The red-eyed horse in front of the carriage stopped, with a calm face and no panic, gnawed on the rotten leaves on the ground, chewed it twice and found it was unusually unpalatable, and simply vomited it out.

The red-eyed horse itself has the blood of the lion horned beast, and is naturally brave and warlike.

"My lord, it's a group of thieves. Please, my lord, cast a spell to let them see the power of the spell. I believe the other party will leave soon."

Beside the leading carriage, a formal knight in silver armor said respectfully.

"Well, these thieves in front of me are really not afraid of anything. They even dare to pay attention to our convoy. If it wasn't for my fear of causing other thieves to riot in the foggy forest, I would have eliminated them in an instant. Now let me Come out and deal with them."

Abbott came out in a white robe. He was different from the amiable appearance when he met Grant. He often had a cold appearance in front of outsiders, especially those of low status.

There was a lot of moisture in the air. Not long after Abbott came out, the long hair on both sides of his ears became wet, and a cloud of ruddy mist gushed out from the tip of his nose and dissipated in the air.

"Thieves, this is a caravan composed of mages and formal knights. I hope you will not be so stupid as to commit suicide!"

Master Abbott used his spiritual power to amplify his voice several times and transmit it to the opponent's camp. At the same time, the corners of his lips squirmed slightly, and he waved the staff in his hand to cast the spell of lightning chains.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two azure blue electric arcs suddenly appeared in the void ahead, as if the chains were knocked down to the ground, scorching the rotten leaves nearby, and the smell of burnt ashes wafted on both sides.

Casually casting a lightning spell, Mage Abbott gave them a cold look, and said coldly: "You thieves, do you want to be smashed like the leaves in front of you? If you want, come here, I can politely give it to you one by one." , into charred gray carbon."

"It's a mage!"

"It turned out to be a mage, everyone get out of the way!"

Dozens of thieves screamed, and they all let out a seven or eight meter wide road with a cry of surprise. On the face of the leader of the thieves, who seemed to be very surprised, a pair of eyes flashed cold and cold for a moment. .

An extremely weak murderous aura floats on the hilt of the sword.

Beside the carriage, Abbott found that the other party was sitting next to him after giving way, and ordered the people around him to enter the forest.

The wheels began to roll, and the four carriages approached the forest and headed towards the Orleans Gorge.At this time, Master Abbott noticed that Grant was coming with a smile on his face. He laughed and said, "It's great, I can finally pass through the foggy forest, and then I can go to other places just by crossing the Orleans Canyon."

The warm and excited face approached Master Abbott, and suddenly hugged him, tightly holding the slender and smooth back.

"Master Grant, your attitude is not good. We haven't gotten to the point of hugging casually. If you let me go first, we still need to move forward."

A flash of panic flashed in Abbott's eyes, and his face became hot and crimson.He didn't expect Grant to hug him suddenly. Thinking that a big man hugged him like a woman, he couldn't help being afraid of the other party's hobbies. Considering that the other party was recommended by Master Melio, he could only politely let him leave.

Stretching out his hand and pushing, Grant actually got closer.Urifisis in the carriage in the middle also noticed it, his eyes were puzzled but he didn't stop him.

Grant approached Abbot's delicate ear with a smile, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

A voice the size of a mosquito came to his ears: "That group is not thieves, if the other party has thoughts about us, they must cast their spells as soon as possible, and I will cooperate."

After hearing this, Abbott's face changed slightly and he quickly calmed down. He said embarrassingly, "I see, Mage Grant, you'd better leave me quickly. I'm just a big man."

"Just to play with you." Grant left the carriage with a sigh and walked towards his own carriage.

The sudden episode quickly passed.They left slowly, and the thieves on both sides, who had not moved, stared in fear at the caravan that Grant was gradually leaving. Their rough hands slowly moved towards the cross sword worn at the waist, or the longbow in their hands.

The leading thieves took a breath, feeling that the air was suddenly oppressed, and immediately stretched out his hand to signal to cut it off, and said in a low voice: "Kill them, pay attention to the method..."

Before he could finish speaking, a jet-black fine steel arrow with a trace of flame was accurately inserted into his throat. The scorching heat of the arrow made the blood scorched and the wound turned black.

He stared wide-eyed, looking in disbelief at the black-robed man who was holding a pitch-black longbow opposite him. Inside the hood of the pitch-black robe, a pair of gloomy eyes locked on him tightly.He subconsciously rolled down his sore throat, but found that he could only rub against it rustlingly, unable to speak a word.

"boom!"

The thief fell off his horse, and fell in the woodland among the rotting leaves, blood mixed with black muddy water.

"Lightning Chain!"

Behind Grant, four or five arcs of azure blue light came from the sky, and all of them fell into the crowd of thieves and exploded. However, more than thieves drove their horses to dodge one after another, and grabbed them one by one from the leather armor on their backs. The black rapier, and the horses also neighed twice, turning into a neat army and rushing over.

A powerful offensive spell can only bring down three thieves.

"Sure enough, they're just a group..." Grant stared at the thieves rushing across him in a daze. (To be continued. Please search,!)