vrcanaries Chapter 1443: 1415Old Hunter
Chapter 1443: 1415Old Hunter
Chapter 1443 1415. Old Hunter
Dorregaray was in shock, running down from Gastang Palace out of breath.
He is the royal advisor to King Esain of Hydaris and a senior professor at the Academy of Ban Ad.
Just as Philippa Earhart had arranged.
The secret capture and detention of traitors among wizards requires the presence of people from the Neutral Kingdom who can serve as witnesses and narrators of this incident at Gastang Palace.
Judging from the speed and expression on the wizard's current sprint, there is no doubt that he is no longer popular.
Dorregaray had fled to the huge stone bridge.
He was not familiar with Arethusa, so he did not know that the bridge had actually been repaired.
As before, he was looking for black squares on the bridge that looked like a chess board, which undoubtedly delayed his time.
Solving this matter is not difficult for the wizard, especially since he is not wearing magic-blocking golden shackles on his hands, and the forbidden magic circle of Gastang Palace has been destroyed along with the entire tower.
He only had to say a short spell and steadily output a small amount of magic power, and then he could use the floating spell to cross the bridge safely.
But he doesn't have time!
I just don’t even have this little time!
There was a 'whoosh' sound, as soft as a cold wind blowing.
Then an arrow grazed Dorregaray's arm and hit the ground of the stone bridge, breaking into two pieces under the impact.
Dorregaray's already soaked body suddenly broke out in a cold sweat again! At the same time, the heart beats loudly! Shortness of breath and thick saliva!
If he hadn't just taken a step sideways to walk the black grid, the arrow would have been inserted into his back!
Dorregaray is not a mage who is good at fighting. He has never been so close to death!
His rapid heartbeat and confused mind are beyond his control! It's impossible for him to cast spells smoothly in this state!
If he had this ability, wouldn't he be able to just activate the floating spell and jump from the tower to the sea in the Gastang Palace where there are no restrictions on casting spells?
But in the short period of time after that horrific incident occurred, the mages who were not good at fighting did not realize this method at the first time.
The mages who were better at fighting were targeted and eliminated.
Then the big ship carrying hundreds of Scoia'tael flew straight up from the sea! Hit it!
As a result, the mages who began to be raided and killed by the Scoia'tael were even less able to have a chance to breathe and cast spells smoothly.
I still dare to use both hands to throw out offensive magic. After all, I use magic to throw it out.
But who would dare to put the floating spell around and on his body when the magic power and thoughts are unstable?
Wizards are the ones most aware of the dangers and weirdness of Chaos magic.
Before Dorregaray had time to rejoice that his special movement method of finding black grids allowed him to avoid an arrow, his heart sank immediately.
The moving method to specifically find the black grid is too obvious!
The Scoia'tael's archers are all elf archers. They can't escape their arrows even if they run around on horses. With such an obvious movement pattern, I can't dodge the first arrow but not the second one!
His mind was already sinking rapidly, and Dorregaray felt his whole body stiffen.
The friction of the fine deerskin boots on the stone slabs seemed to be breaking his bones!
But his stiff body still followed the previous plan and stepped on the next black grid.
Not everyone can be at a critical moment, but they can be thoughtful, break through limits, be calm and sharp, and let their own thinking and creativity lead them to overcome dangers and overcome difficulties.
No, that can hardly be called ‘killing’. With this efficiency, it should be called ‘cleaning up’!
Dorregaray did not dare to look back when he was escaping just now, but he knew that even if he turned back, with his vision and experience, he would probably not be able to see any trace of the Scoia'tael.
The elves are inherently more agile than humans, and the Scoia'tael, who can fight guerrillas with the army, are all good at concealment and surprise attacks.
As soon as they burrowed into the garden or the grass, people like Dorregaray had no idea where the enemy was.
But the person in front of me in a bird feather cloak seems to have an almost natural understanding of where the Scoia'tael can hide and where the raid will start.
The elf who was originally hiding in the corner and wanted to sneak attack was often blocked in the corner and killed before he could jump out and attack.
Experience, technology. Even for a layman like Dorregaray, he could clearly feel that the Scoia'tael were like a group of apprentices in front of this man, so immature that he could see through it at a glance.
A series of sharp blades cut through the air.
But there was no metal collision.
No sparks, no collisions.
A Scoia'tael drew his weapon and started slashing with the crow hunter. He was now waving the elf sword in his hand violently and fiercely.
But the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.
The person covered in black bird feathers in front of me looks like a demon!
She dealt with all her attacks by simply dodging!
The blade is like cutting a piece of black smoke!
Immediately, there were two sounds of ‘呲呲’!
This was the only sound other than waving weapons in the air during their fight.
The two [Blades of Mercy] in Erin's hands, and the fast dodging skills that Yharnam hunters are accustomed to, allowed her to calmly and successfully avoid the elves' blades.
Then two hands approached from both sides at the same time. In an instant, the skin and flesh of the elf's armpits were torn apart, and a large amount of blood burst out.
Even the tendons that exerted force were accurately cut off. The long knife in his hand immediately became unable to be held tightly and fell out due to inertia.
And the next moment, the two short knives on the left and right clicked into one amidst the sparks splashing when the mechanism was activated!
[Blade of Mercy]'s transformation slash was used on the elf's neck.
The biting blade directly 'cut' off the elf's neck!
It fell to the ground with a grunt, and the squirrel's tail was soaked in blood that could flood the soles of the shoes.
"Did we miss anything?"
The sound of shoe soles trampling on a pool of blood sounded calmly, as if this was enough to make any normal person's liver and gallbladder burst. For the owner of the footsteps, it was just a daily routine that was not worth paying attention to.
Henrik, who was wearing an khaki trench coat, used his gloves to wipe off a layer of blood on the outside of his leather trench coat while walking across the bridge and talking.
He was carrying a meat saw knife that was still dripping a mixture of blood, minced meat, and hair. The sound of the minced meat hitting the ground was very soft, "cracking".
But at this moment, Dorregaray, who had already sat on the ground, felt that the sound was deafening!
Henrik's eyes, which were caught in a gap between the brim of the tricorn hat and the mask, glanced slightly sideways at the wizard's ears, which had just been pulled apart by his hair.
Then he walked over without stopping.
The tone of conversation between the hunters in Yanan was still light and sleepy.
It seemed like this sudden, cruel and **** night was just a deep dream.