104. hanging on the tip of a high gun

Scattered around the remnants of ice in the grass filled with standing water slowly melted, back to back ice sculpture of people by Kiger's magic bullet blasted in pieces, this time we surprisingly not even less than a chance, ice sculpture directly shattered, ice statue in the flesh and blood separated. Kurtz and I were dumbfounded to look aside at such a bloody scene, somewhat dumbfounded.

Standing on the back of the beast of subjugation Kiger also in suspicious hands up, at this time also do not quite understand why their magic bullet power so strong. Kurtz crouched in front of a piece of broken ice to fish out a piece of leather armor fragment from the blood, turned his head to me raised before saying: "Jia, they wear ordinary hard leather light armor, no magic resistance."

It turned out that the lion-tiger warrior Biffron was wearing magic antelope skin armor, the lowest level of magical beast skin made of light armor has magic resistance, and Biffron himself is also a level eight warrior, although it is worse than Viru and Bao Gui half a foot into the ranks of the warriors, but their own physique is also very strong, and follow his footsteps to support the two partial bowman professional bandits, indeed not Biffron like The two bandits who followed his footsteps to support him were not as strong as Bifron, and their own equipment was inferior, so after stepping on the frost trap, the frost scrolls that had been increased by the rain increased their properties and actually froze through the two of them.

I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and glance at Kurtz in horror, who was also a bit dazed, muttering to himself: "No wonder Master A always forced me to learn magic, magic in extreme weather is really powerful!

Although Kuzi was born with such a powerful hunter talent as "survival instinct", but as the seventh son of Kumande, the chief of the Gurudin orc tribe, and the grandson of Kulu, the great shaman elder of the Soulwalker, he also has strong spiritual power in his body. If it wasn't for the fact that the leader of the Blood Wolf clan, the Shaman Priest of Kule Paulos, told the old Kulu that he respected Kuz's personal ideas and could not be forced, the old Kulu would have used the duck-and-egg teaching method to pass on his skills to Kuz.

At this time he said old Kulu always wanted to force him to learn the orc magic, but it is true, if he was not in the old Kulu will yield to the time of personal will, I suddenly appeared, perhaps in the caravan of the last section of the road, buried in the sea of books will be him.

"There is such a skill within orc magic?" I had never seen the introduction of orc magic in any book, and old Kulu was looking very closely at the parchment scrolls in this area, and he explained to me that he was worried that I would be led astray by the orc's understanding of magic, and that there was a big difference between human and orc understanding of magic in nature, and that if I was first exposed to the basics of orc magic, it would be very difficult to accept when I learned the basics of human magic in the future. The reason is that both orcs and humans have a first glance and a preconceived notion.

Kurtz scratched his head, apparently he really does not like magic, and thought for a while before saying: "Probably something like Frostbite! Even if the shaman priests are also divided into many kinds, I have seen the strongest shaman priests in the tribe is the best at close combat, one hand carrying a short pronounced axe, the other hand carrying an iron wooden drumstick, rush up when a hand will be a scorpion-tailed lion frozen, then a stick directly to the adult scorpion-tailed lion blasted to the sky to go, really powerful tight."

Then took a look at the wreckage on the ground, and added: "Now I think it actually seems to be nothing!"

... beautiful dividing line ...

A rainbow hanging in the northeast of the wasteland clouds, the sun finally penetrated the clouds when the rain stopped, like a pillar of light irradiated to this vibrant wasteland, the rain came just in time, and then such a spring, such a precious rare heavy rain, will let the wasteland everything is full of life, in the distance there are a few top rain flying wild ducks landed in the rain after the first temporary pond, leisurely finishing Their feathers, like a group of heartless bear children.

The three Gubolei horse sitting three lion and tiger man, the central one saddle bridge hanging a bronze shield, he held the reins in one hand, the other hand carrying a bloodstained sword, even after a heavy rain, the blade of this sword is still stained with blood, his body is much taller than Bifron, a yellow mane scattered draped behind the head, golden eyes full of murderous look at The powerful aura made me numb from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

Another horse sat a bowman carrying an iron wooden bow, and when his sharp eyes like a falcon looked at me, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being aimed by a feathered arrow. His right arm was obviously thicker than his left arm. He looked at us coldly, and Kurtz looked at him with gritted teeth, just because he was an orc werewolf bowman. I knew that Kurtz wanted to ask him: why did he lose his dignity as an orc werewolf and become a bandit?

The lion and tiger on the right side of a spear on the shoulder of the arms of a girl aged 12 or 13 years old, she seems to be asleep, lying softly in front of the saddle of the lion and tiger, like a sandbag, hands and feet hanging down, yellow-brown braids dragging on the grass, covered with mud and water. I was roughly judged according to the girl's body shape, and this time I also noticed the special place of her feet, she actually did not wear shoes, that can not be said to be a pair of feet at all, but a pair of hooves, very strange is that the pair of hooves will make me feel very Juan, is very special horse hooves.

A dark, satin-like stallion followed the girl's side, from time to time with the horse's head gently touching the girl's hands, restlessly snorting, a fear and refused to leave the poor expression actually appeared on the face of a black horse, my jaw almost fell off. I know this black horse, I remember that before in the rain, see this horse running in the forefront, the group of bandits in the back, and now it seems that they want to catch the girl on horseback ah!

Apparently the one standing in the center is the leader of this small group of bandits, and it looks really vicious enough, he is now afraid that he is also thinking about what we actually used to clean up those three of his men, without a word. The two horses were the first to die, and the two bandits behind them were hastily buried by Kurtz and I. In this kind of rainy weather, even digging a not so big pit is not a difficult task, and their bodies were buried in the soil, backfilled with leftover soil, and after the rain washed away, there was no trace of anything, and finally the depression was filled with rainwater. Even the brand new excavated soil marks are covered by puddles, only a muddy puddle can be seen, but after the heavy rain, all the puddles are very muddy ...

If we did not have two war horses tied around us, I think I'm afraid they would not think we had the ability to kill the owner of the horses.

The blood-tinged saber pointed forward, and the central lion-tiger grinned widely, showing a pained expression that could not be seen as crying or laughing, and asked Kurtz in a hoarse voice: "Where is my brother Bifron? Which way did he run? What favors did you give him that he would let you go, and did he help you to kill my two brothers?"

The lion-tiger bandit with the spear in his hand even used his lance, which was almost four meters long, to pick up the half of the wolf-skin mattress to see if there was anyone hidden underneath. When the knight gently picked up the wolf skin mattress, I clung to the back of the wolf skin mattress and hung on the tip of the lion and tiger's gun with the mattress.

My heart was counting down the seconds silently, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23 ...

Although in my repeated practice, I can use the life-saving magic skill "Shadow Cloak" can already maintain about two minutes, but obviously still a little short. I am now hanging awkwardly on the tip of the gun, I believe that if my "Shadow Cloak" effect is gone now, I will be instantly stabbed into a sieve by this lance.

The "Shadow Cloak" magic skill is the most important magic skill I know, because it is my life-saving skill, so I always try to practice it when I have the chance, from reciting incantations to drawing magic formations as fast as possible, and this skill was once strengthened by "Deep Meditation The "deep meditation" has strengthened the skill, so now it has become a special magic skill that can not be interrupted and can be performed successfully even while running, so I always try to find ways to enhance the effect of the "Shadow Cloak" magic.

A quarter of an hour ago, Kiger had strongly opposed this assassination plan, because this hasty and rash idea did not seem so reliable, because Kuz and I boldly envisioned that the bandits after us would be stronger than ever, so in order to weaken the enemy's strength beforehand, I boldly proposed that a small child like me would hide in a ragged wolf skin mattress and quietly wait for the bandits to arrive. In this rainy weather, there was no sunlight and the light fog I conjured up in the rain and fog would not attract so much attention, so I would have a very good chance to get close to the enemies and stab them from behind with my wolf tooth dagger, which was made of the poisonous teeth of the giant wind wolf, a mutated magical beast, but a sharp weapon that could kill people.

But it's embarrassing!

I never thought that just as the three riders from the opposite side were coming after them, the rain actually cleared up!

The sunlight shone through the thick clouds like a spotlight, forming various shapes of light spots on the wasteland, and even a beautiful rainbow formed in the eastern end of the clouds. I was attached to the shadow of the wolf skin mattress and was not seen by the three bandits opposite.

But that good man, you should put me down! You're sitting on a gubernatorial horse with a piece of broken fur and a big gun.

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