Half-elf Notebook

Self-activating magic items are expensive and complicated.

In order to ensure the user's life safety at all times, they are engraved with spells that are closest to the meaning of the word magic.

——Sixth-level magic "Danger Sense"

Plus instant casting defensive magic.

Putting aside its high and prohibitive transaction price.

If it weren't for the magic crystal inlay, it would cost several gold coins just to maintain its daily operation.

If the recorded instant spell is a sixth-level magic, its value may be difficult even for professional appraisers in the kingdom to imagine.

And the assassins standing here would not know it.

"Damn it, it's the sixth-order natural shelter, a natural shelter that activates automatically!"

"She is carrying a high-level magic item with a sixth-level dual spell! Is our target really a princess, and not the king himself?!"

An assassin stood there in a daze, muttering softly at first, and then the muttering turned into an almost furious roar.

The four assassins who reacted faster didn't even bother to make eye contact and tiptoed off the ground.

With the help of his strong physical strength and driving fighting spirit, he forcibly retracted the attack and retreated directly.

The next moment, several magic circles blossomed from within the barrier like flowers in spring.

The light obscured their vision, and the spell was like lifting the lid of a boiling pot, sending out gushes of steam.

Rolling around.

Wind blade, magic bullet, explosive flame, ice cone.

The assassin who was standing there in a daze was swallowed up in an instant.

Even though he blocked it instinctively, the straight sword was still blown away by the violent spell.

The wind blade sliced ​​off his left forearm.

Then, the ice spikes pierced his chest and thighs.

The temperature of thousands of degrees ignited his clothes, turning them into an upright torch.

Amidst his shrill screams, another wind blade cut off half of his head.

Although they are all at the initial and middle levels of the bronze level.

But the assassins' skills each have their own biases.

The four who first sensed the danger were obviously more like the real assassin, thief and scout.

Relying on their body skills, they slid back a dozen meters lightly, allowing them to successfully avoid most of the magic, which had rapidly decreased in density due to the expansion of its range.

Although he was in a mess after being chopped and blocked by the sword, he was not seriously injured.

In contrast, the two who were a step slower were in a much more miserable situation.

The sword skills and the silver-white battle skills constructed in front of him were unable to block all the magic.

Their bodies were cut open with countless deep red wounds.

The flames burned the hair and the ends of the clothes into dry, yellow, and curly shapes.

By the time the magical storm had calmed down, the six had retreated to a location farther away than their original ambush site.

Looking at the ruins around him that were either collapsed, or set on fire by fireballs, or had several large holes blasted out by magic bullets.

They have lingering fears.

"How about we continue to try?"

A gloomy male voice appeared in the ear of the assassin with a crying face mask and asked playfully.

Even though the roof collapsed and turned into ruins from time to time, and the three people nearby could still hear the loud noises from the broken pieces of the house falling off and hitting the ground.

They didn't say anything, but just looked at the man with the crying face mask in silence.

He is clearly the leader, at least of these three.

No expression could be seen under the fine iron masks, but the weapons held tightly in the hands of the three men seemed to indicate their owners' unwillingness.

Crying Face did not show decisiveness that matched his skills and strength at the first moment.

Just standing there dejectedly.

There was no answer, and a gloomy male voice added:

"The noise just now is enough for those useless soldiers outside the slums to discover something. Let's not talk about the three people from the Blood Gang for now. You don't have much time left."

"As I said before, if the matter is settled, we can just regard it as a past relationship and you can leave now."

…………

On the other side, there is a rooftop of a three-story building, which is extremely rare in the slums.

A young man dressed in black with a white shirt, with a strange patterned cloth covering his face and dark blue hair.

He closed the magic props in his hand and slowly stood up from the top of the slope.

The communication did not bring the response he wanted, but it didn't matter.

That was a team he had stayed in for some time. It wasn't very strong, but it had someone who was relatively self-aware as the captain.

It was this cautious success that allowed him to pull out a well-known team from a group of six or seven street thugs and down-and-out guards who didn't even know how to fight.

"It's time for me to do my job. The natural protection of the sixth-level magic and the secondary recharge of the self-activated magic props will take about half an hour to five hours."

"No... we should have a backup plan. That's more like the royal family. Let's use the magic-breaking arrows. It will save us a lot of trouble this way."

A metal bow was now in his hand, and his faint glow faded away.

He leisurely drew the bowstring.

He chose the teleportation location intentionally, which was more than three kilometers away from the luxurious club in a straight line.

Apart from the Sword of the Throne and the kingdom's only magician, it is impossible for any guard to discover this place in such a short time.

He was only four hundred meters away from the origin of the spell bombardment.

Conventional bows and arrows are absolutely unable to reach this distance.

But for a youth of his rank and skill, shooting a flying head was no different from chopping wood with an axe.

He was like an owl standing on a treetop in the dark night, and his target was just a piece of fresh and delicious raw meat.

Uh...raw meat that will make you vomit.

As his fingertips loosened, the arrow sank into the darkness, making a sonic boom sound that was not meant to be made by a bow or crossbow.

Just as the young man expected, when the sound of the sound screen being torn reached his ears, the specially made arrow had silently penetrated the barrier of "natural shelter".

Then it was inserted into the ground.