Rasip was stunned for a moment, then got a little annoyed after he reacted.
He, the boss of the dignified Cotswood town, doesn't want to be ashamed? !
But as soon as Rasip struggled, he felt that his fragile neck was slashed by a sharp crossbow arrow.
special! Is this guy for real? !
Rasip cursed inwardly.
The three henchmen who had followed Rasip before were frightened for a moment by Cyril's sudden strength.
But they just glanced at each other, and they all gathered around Cyril.
What a joke! They are three strong people, and Cyril's only weapon can no longer threaten them, so it should be no problem to clean him up.
Cyril naturally saw the undisguised stupid arrogance on their faces, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and a smile slipped in his bright almond eyes.
You know, after this month of painstaking meditation training, he has successfully raised his mental strength to "15".
In this regard, the system proudly claimed that it was indispensable for its diligent and diligent singing.
The spiritual power of "15" is enough for Cyril to absorb the elements and convert them into magic power.
Although his magic power is only in the poor single digits, after several practice, he has been able to release a simple "binding spell".
It was one of the spells he had learned from that old tapestry.
The purpose of Cyril's practice of this spell is also very simple. Instead of practicing the "fireball technique" which is not very powerful and aggressive at present, the "binding spell" can at least buy him time to escape when he encounters danger.
And this "Binding Spell" is very suitable for the foggy forest with many wood elements.
Cyril recalled how it felt to cast a "Binding Charm" in the Forest of the Brittlemoon, when he managed to trap an antelope.
He worked hard to mobilize his few magic powers and smoothly constructed the magic runes of the binding spell.
The reason why the Binding Spell is a simple spell is due to its small number of magic runes and simple lines, only 6.
Cyril used his gestures to guide the magic power to draw the magic rune of the restraint spell in the air until the last stroke, "Quick restraint!", he said.
The three boys in front of him originally watched Cyril's last struggle with disdain, but found that as his voice fell, he could not move his feet.
They looked down, and a thin vine firmly trapped their feet.
This is?
magic! ! !
"Hand over all the silver coins on you!"
Cyril looked at them, raised his delicate chin slightly, and his beautiful face was full of writing - "Yes, this is what I did!".
The three boys turned pale with fright, trembling, and tremblingly took out their pockets, coat pockets, trouser pockets, and even one of the boys took off his shoes and took out a silver coin.
"It's all... it's all here! I swear to the goddess of light!"
They said with bitter faces.
Cyril glanced at the pile of copper coins that could add up to seven or eight silver coins in disgust, indicating that they could roll away.
The three boys ignored their boss, who was still being hit by the crossbow arrow and winked frantically at them, as if being chased by a monster, and ran away.
Cyril retracted his gaze and smelled an unpleasant smell.
He looked at Rasip, whose legs were trembling, and found that the little snake in his shirt pocket came out to join in the fun at some point.
It slowly climbed down his arm to Rasip's neck, and the slender snake body wrapped around Rasip's thick neck.
The gangster faced the double threat of sharp crossbow arrows and vicious snakes, and his face was pale - he was scared to pee his pants.
Rasip's bowels are turning green. If he knew that Cyril was so evil now, he still had a relationship with a wizard, and if he borrowed his courage, he would not come to rob Cyril.
With the little snake around, Cyril deliberately shook his hand and retracted the crossbow.
"Practicing justice on behalf of the Goddess of Light? Bullying the weak?"
He tilted his head naively, touching his chin and asking in a playful tone.
It was only at this time that Rasip realized that Cyril was referring to him who took the lead in bullying and isolating the young him when he was in the mission school.
Rasip looked disheveled, and unnaturally choked out a word: "I'm sorry."
Cyril shook the crossbow arrow in his hand, and the dark green snake tightened the slender body wrapped around Rasip's neck with great force.
"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Goddess of Light is on top, I'll never do this kind of bullying again! I swear!"
Rasip couldn't hold it anymore, he felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he almost shouted out.
Cyril nodded with satisfaction and let the little snake crawl back into his hands.
Rasip got up from the ground with trembling legs, without looking at Cyril, ready to run away.
"Hold on."
Cyril thought of something and suddenly made a sound.
Rasip froze for a moment, but under the shock of Cyril's use of magic, he turned his head stiffly.
"Similarly, leave the silver coins on your body."
Cyril raised a beautiful smile, and the big almond eyes narrowed like crescent moons, looking very seductive.
However, this smile fell in Rasip's eyes as a real "evil wizard's smile".
He shivered and took out the silver coins and put them on the ground, and then like his younger brother before, he ran away.
Cyril smiled and watched Rasip, who took the lead in bullying the original body, run away, and was very happy.
He just avenged the original body, what kind of bad thoughts could he have
"Nice job! Greene!"
Cyril gently rubbed the snake's head with his fingertips.
After spending more than a month in peace with each other, Cyril found that this little snake was very spiritual, and seemed to be able to understand what he said and respond appropriately in time.
He once tried to release it in the Misty Moon Forest, but the little snake obviously showed unwillingness.
So Cyril pretended to keep a small pet that didn't need to eat and drink, and named it "Green".
Cyril picked up the boys' belongings, about 10 silver coins in total, and he planned to donate them all to the dedication box in the town church tomorrow.
In addition, the proficiency of the spell still needs to be improved quickly, and strive to achieve the effect of instant casting, Cyril thought in his heart.
It was these small town gangsters who had never seen the world and just wanted to take advantage of the fire to let him slowly draw the magic spell.
If he was in real danger, he would have died long ago.
Although the system was very impressed with Cyril's wizard talent, he still felt that his progress was a little slow.
What's more, after he released the restraint spell, he felt as if the magic power of his whole body had been hollowed out, and even his mental power had a weak feeling.
A wizard who can only cast a spell is not a wizard, and it is not as powerful as a crossbow that shoots several arrows in a row.
So in the following days, Cyril devoted more time to the training of spells, and he began to practice the "corrosion spell" with certain attack power.
With Cyril's current magic power reserve, the attack range of this spell is very small, but he is mainly practicing the precision of magic spell attacks.
He found a "good partner" who practiced spells - the devil's white lotus, whose flexible body was a good living target in Cyril's eyes.
As for whether the sparring partner is willing or not, I will not consider this issue for the time being.
***
Another cloudy day with no sun.
The foggy moon forest looks gloomy, and it also seems to confirm its name, and a thin layer of fog covers the air.
Cyril let the system alert the surrounding movement as usual, and he sat cross-legged and meditated.
After being able to use magic power, Cyril no longer meditated in the fluorescent grass, but found a place with a high concentration of elements.
[Fifty meters ahead! There's a long-horned wild boar running towards it! 】
Cyril was closing his eyes when he heard the anxious voice of the system.
Fifty meters is the maximum range that the system can alert to.
Cyril nimbly climbed to a large leafy tree beside him, his movements skillfully making people feel a little distressed.
After the improvement of mental strength, Cyril's physical fitness has also been improved.
He learned to climb trees to avoid danger under the systematic tree climbing guide.
It's not as domineering, but it works.
Thanks to Merlin, most of the four-legged creatures in the Misty Moon Forest cannot climb trees.
And of course this long-horned boar.
【Someone is chasing after him! 】
When the long-horned wild boar came into Cyril's line of sight, the system reminded him again.
The long-horned wild boar had a sharp black horn that was half a meter long on its forehead, which looked very terrifying.
Cyril found that this long-horned wild boar had many arrows stuck in its body, and its long black hair was stained with dark red blood.
Its eyes seemed to have been blinded by some kind of powerful weapon, leaving only two black holes with blood.
All this shows that it is human prey.
Cyril was sighing that the long-horned wild boar's vitality was very tenacious, and it was still able to run tenaciously after being injured like this.
However, in the next moment, he almost spit out a fragrance.
Since the long-horned wild boar could not see it, it rammed straight towards the big tree where it was.
If Cyril hadn't tried his best to hug the tree trunk tightly, he would have been thrown off by the impact.
The wild boar was knocked unconscious, and Cyril felt that his entire head was numb from the shock.
When he saw that the wild boar was going to give the poor tree trunk another shot, he was busy mobilizing his magic power and chanted the "Corrosive Arrow" of the Corruption Curse.
He is already familiar with the magic runes of the Corruption Curse, and now he can draw all the magic runes by channeling magic power within 3 seconds.
An arrow-shaped mass of black liquid splashed on the long-horned boar's forehead, and it rolled over to the ground with a loud growl.
The crowd chasing behind also responded quickly. A tall and burly man wearing a full riding suit held a long sword and slashed hard at the place where the wild boar's head and body were connected.
The long-horned wild boar slumped to the ground, and a large pool of blood with a strong fishy smell spread out.
Smelling this unpleasant smell, Cyril wrinkled his delicate nose.
He originally wanted to wait until the group left before coming down, but he didn't expect that the man who gave the long-horned wild boar the last blow looked up at Cyril's position and looked directly at him.
"Thank you for your help."
He called to Cyril in the tree.
Seeing that he had been exposed, Cyril simply climbed down from the tree.
His movements are nimble, his limbs are slender, and his movements are not rude and somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Cyril carefully avoided the blood of the long-horned wild boar, found a relatively clean place and jumped down. After standing still, he looked at the man who wiped the long sword.
"We are mercenaries hired by the Earl of Abraham to hunt in the Foggy Moon Forest. I am Captain Joseph."
The man named Joseph nodded to Cyril and made a brief self-introduction.
Joseph did not despise Cyril for his seemingly too young age.
His sharp eyes glanced at Cyril and found that the clothes on his body were neater, and the important thing was that there were no bloodstains and wounds on the boy's body, so his attitude became more peaceful.
A young man who can stay safe and sound in the Foggy Moon Forest should not be underestimated.
If he read it right, the festering forehead of the long-horned boar is the masterpiece of this young man.
Joseph's eyes darkened, this power is...
"Cyril Lawrence. I live in Cowswood."
Cyril also bowed and told him his name.
He is actually a little embarrassed, and socializing is really not what he is good at.
"I'm leaving now, please do it!"
Cyril thought for a while and added.
Seeing the expression on the boy's face, Joseph laughed out loud.
Then he unbuttoned the purse at his waist under Cyril's inexplicable sight, took out five gold coins and handed it to him.
"This is your reward."
Joseph said.
Cyril's eyes lit up, this person is not bad.
I didn’t expect that I would be able to earn what I collected for a month by helping me.
Cyril was not polite to him either, and reached out to take it.
However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.
The long-horned wild boar on the ground that had lost its life breath suddenly stood up staggeringly, as if it had returned from hell, with an ominous black aura lingering all over its body.
Not only that, but with this long-horned wild boar as the center, the edge of the circle with a radius of 20 meters is haunted by an eerie black mist.
Cyril felt that the current long-horned wild boar was more than a little more dangerous than before, and he quickly dodged and ran forward.
The seasoned Captain Joseph also reacted very quickly. He pulled out a brass hand wooden warehouse attached to his waist and fired three bullets in a row at the long-horned wild boar.
The bullet hit the body of the long-horned wild boar and made a dull sound that penetrated the flesh, but it did not affect the long-horned wild boar's activities at all.
A poor mercenary next to him has been stepped on by the monster, and the black mist is like a bloodthirsty leech, viscous and tightly surrounding the man.
"Ah!!! Ah-"
The mercenary made a tragic cry, and the huge pain in the voice made the scalp tingle.
Joseph was soaked in cold sweat. He had fired all the bullets in the brass hand wooden bin, but it still had no effect.
He drew his long sword and stood in front of his chest.
"Bless the goddess of light!" Everyone present prayed in their hearts.
All this happened in a second or two, and Cyril had already run to the edge of the circle, but was unable to break through the black fog.
This black mist is like a flowing wall, firmly blocking his whereabouts.
The moment Cyril saw these black mists, he suddenly thought of the black lines on the hunter's body before his death in his memory, and his heart sank.
"Corrosive Arrow!"
Cyril tried to use his magic power to make a hole in the black fog.
The spell worked, the black mist in front of him was splashed by the thick liquid, and retreated to both sides for a moment, which was enough for Cyril to escape.
However, the long-horned boar seemed to be provoked, abandoning other close targets, and ran straight towards Cyril.
Its speed was unbelievable, and Cyril could feel its stench in the back of his head.
"Quick..."
However he was unable to cast a full spell on the run.
【Run! Run! Hurry up! 】
The system can only be in a hurry!
Cyril felt like he lost feeling in both of his legs.
In the next moment, he felt like a consonant and rolled to the other side.
Only the sound of "puchi-" sounded, and Cyril felt liquid splashed on him.
He raised his arm to block in front of his head, and looked at the original position, the mutant long-horned wild boar that had left him helpless was already torn apart.
The bloody pieces of meat rolled down to the surrounding ground, and the black mist disappeared.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
A brisk male voice sounded, with a leisurely tone like a polite greeting when seeing a visitor.