"General, are you okay?" A dizzy guard who had just gotten up from the ground still remembered his duty and stumbled to Claude. net
Claude was about to reply when he saw a bright light flash in the air in the blink of an eye. The guard standing in front of him had a terrible crack from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, as if he had been struck by an axe.
"Uh" The guard didn't even utter a scream. He leaned back and fell to the ground. He kicked his feet twice and stopped moving. Blood spurted out from the wound on his chest
"Wind Blade Technique!" Claude was shocked and immediately remembered this legendary combat spell. He had indeed been attacked by a magician. Although he didn't know why, he was now facing a critical moment of life and death.
Me, what should I use? Claude finally regained some clarity now. Magic Flying Arrow. Claude looked at the revolver in his hand. Oh, I remembered, I also have an energy shield. This is A necessary life-saving spell during a magician duel. At this moment, Claude no longer cared about whether he would reveal his identity as a magician. He hurriedly used his magic power to activate the basic spell engraved in the second hexagram structure of the meditation spiritual space, preparing to give himself an energy shield first.
"Enemy, enemy, attack!" The other three guardsmen behind had already gotten up. Seeing their colleagues lying dead on the ground, they still didn't understand that they were facing a sudden attack. The soldier in front was kneeling on one foot, holding a gun in both hands and aiming to fire at the figure in front. It was only when he pulled the trigger that he realized that the shock wave from the explosion of the fireball that landed on the carriage blew up half of the carriage and knocked the guards off their horses. At the same time, even the musket on his hand was lit. The match rope was also blown out
Just when the guard soldier took back his musket and put it under his arm, took out the flint and prepared to relight the match rope, a long blue arrow suddenly flew from a distance and stuck into his body. After piercing his chest, it turned into a stream of clear water, mixed with the blood from his body and sprayed out. The guard dropped his musket, covered the wound on his chest, and fell softly to the ground.
This is water archery! Claude shivered and finally cast an energy shield on himself, finally calming down. It's just that he doesn't understand what he has done, and there will be so many magicians coming to trouble him. Fireball, wind blade, and water arrows are not something a magician can unleash, because no magician would choose three attack spells with different attributes. Ordinary magicians will only choose attack spells with attributes similar to their own magic talents to enhance the power and effect of the spells. For example, Claude's magic flying arrow has no attributes.
The situation of the two guards at the back was the same as that of the guard in front. One had a match that went out, and the other had a large section of the match broken. If he wanted to fire, he had to change a new match to light it. At this moment, when he saw the guard in front fell to the ground, the guard who was about to change his matchlock directly attached his bayonet and rushed forward as soon as he stood up to cover his companion who was lighting the matchlock next to him. net
More than ten steps away, the charging guards raised their bayonet-mounted muskets and stabbed directly at the two figures approaching in the dust and fog. Those who were approaching so boldly at this time must have evil intentions. Because of the sacrifice of his two companions, the charging guard was filled with rage, and this stab had exhausted all his strength.
The two figures in front saw the charging and assassination actions of the guards, but the figure in the front did not panic and continued to block the front. Instead, the figure next to him stopped, raised his hand, and began to chant: There are words to read.
"Kill!" the charging guard shouted, but to his surprise, a thin film seemed to appear in front of the bayonet, resisting his charge. The blade was less than an inch away from the body of the person in front. distance, but it can't be penetrated no matter what.
The guard immediately froze there. At this moment, he hadn't figured out what was going on, but he saw a ferocious smile on the face of the man opposite him. His broad gray robe lifted up, and his vision went dark. and fell into eternal darkness.
But Claude could clearly see that the figure in front raised his finger, and a long wooden thorn penetrated the charging guard's head. The figure behind had stopped reciting, and a glimmer of crystal water appeared on his raised right hand again. It flashed away, and the soldier behind him who had just lit the match and was about to clamp it on the medicine box appeared on his face. A bloody hole fell to the ground without a sound, and blood dyed a large area of land red.
All this happened in just a few moments. Claude's eyes were broken and he desperately pulled the trigger, only to find that the trigger was as heavy as a stone and he couldn't pull it off. Only then did Claude remember that he hadn't turned on the safety switch yet.
The two figures in gray robes came very quickly and were already in front of Claude. The distance was only four or five meters. At this time, because the dust raised by the explosion had mostly subsided, you could basically see the scene on the other side.
"Just him? The bounty worth 100,000 gold gram shields is too easy to get." The gray-robed figure at the front was a middle-aged man. He looked carefully at the general uniform that Claude was wearing and sneered.
Claude raised the revolver with the safety switch turned on and pointed it at the middle-aged man in gray robe. However, the middle-aged man in gray robe did not panic at all and continued to chat with the figure in gray robe behind him: "Do you think he was... We were so frightened that he forgot that the blunderbuss he was holding was not equipped with a match rope. Did he want to scare us?"
Claude looked at the two men in gray robes in front of him calmly: "Who asked you to kill me?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe laughed: "Because you are about to die, I will let you die clearly. The King of the Kingdom of Hicks, King Mechid III, entrusted us with a bounty of 100,000 gold gram shields for your head. Now you understand, you can go die"
The middle-aged man in gray robe raised his finger and pointed it at Claude, but Claude had already pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and white gunpowder smoke rose from the revolver. At that moment, Claude saw a transparent bubble flash in front of the middle-aged man in gray robe, and immediately shattered and annihilated, while the middle-aged man in gray robe A black hole as thick as a finger appeared on his forehead. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he fell backwards and fell to the ground. net
"Ah!" A sharp scream sounded, and the gray-robed masked figure behind made a woman's voice. She was a female magician. She immediately raised her right hand and pointed it at Claude, and began to mutter something silently. Perhaps she also thought that what Claude was holding was just a blunderbuss that could only fire one shot, so she stood in front of Claude and cast the spell without any worries.
There was another "bang", and the female magician's eyes were full of unwillingness, turning into a godless gray, and she fell to the ground similarly.
"Damn, why does he have two short guns?" Another man in gray robe roared in the distance and raised his hand at Claude. Claude watched helplessly as a shining transparent light blade appeared in the air in front of him. , bumped into him before he had time to dodge.
A colorless energy shield appeared in front of Claude, just like the dead middle-aged man in gray robe who withstood the bayonet of the charging guard. It resisted the light blade that came out of thin air. It was just an energy shield. There was light flashing rapidly on the bubble of the cover, and it seemed that it would burst soon.
"Damn, how can he have an energy shield?" The gray-robed magician who fired the wind blade was stunned, and the figure who was about to charge forward also stopped. Claude cocked the hammer with his left hand, turned the muzzle of the gun with his right hand, and shot at the gray-robed magician. However, the shot missed the gray-robed magician at all, and the bullet passed through his thigh.
The gray-robed magician was shocked: "His musket can fire continuously"
Turning around to escape, Claude quickly broke off the hammer and shot, then broke off the hammer again and shot. Two consecutive shots were fired, one shot hit the gray-robed magician's left shoulder, and the other hit his vest. The gray-robed magician fell to the ground and struggled.
There is also a magician who can shoot fireballs. Claude's eyes turned to the location of the magician who set off fireballs. There was no one there. Glancing around, the street was already empty. There were screams and groans next to half of the carriage.
Claude walked around the carriage with his revolver, only to see a dead horse lying on the ground on the right side of the carriage and two guards in a pool of blood. They were luckier than the four guards on the left. They were seriously injured at the moment when the fireball hit the carriage and exploded. Unlike the four guards who were knocked off their horses by the shock wave of the explosion, they were injured again when they woke up. To the magician's kill.
The coachman was already dead. He was the worst offender. The moment the fireball hit the carriage and exploded, half of his body was torn apart. Only one broken foot was left on the seat of the carriage. Claude looked up at the front of the carriage. He remembered that he still had six guards to resolve the dispute on the blocked road ahead. He should have reacted and ran back.
But when Claude saw the scene in front of him clearly, his whole heart felt a little cold, because he saw that his six guards and soldiers had fallen into a pool of blood, and three men in gray robes similarly dressed were walking towards him. Come
"Puff puff puff" sounded several times, Claude's back shook, and the bubbles of the energy shield flashed with light again. Turning around sharply, he saw that the gray-robed magician who had set off the fireball had appeared at the entrance of the alley twenty or thirty meters away at some point. He pointed at himself with one hand, and colorless arrows flew towards him one after another.
He also fired magic flying arrows, but as a zero-level spell, it obviously couldn't affect Claude's energy shield. Claude raised his hand to take aim, and the gray-robed magician flashed. There was a "bang" gunshot, and the gray-robed magician screamed, turned his right leg, blood spurted out, and rushed straight into the alley. Claude cracked the hammer again and pulled the trigger, but there was an empty sound.
The bullets in the revolver were all gone. Claude hurriedly reached for the new revolver filled with bullets in the small leather bag at his waist, took out a revolver, folded the revolver, took out the idler, and was about to prepare After putting the new runner on, I remembered that there was a small bone piece inserted behind the new runner, so I had to throw the idle wheel on the ground, use my free fingers to pull away the small bone piece inserted behind the new runner, and then install the new runner. On the revolver.
Just when Claude was immersed in changing the new wheel, the three men in gray robes who came from the carriage had already used two rounds of spells on Claude. But Claude ignored it. At this moment, he could only gamble that his energy shield could withstand the spell attacks of the three gray-robed magicians who came before him.
In fact, he was right in his bet. Two of the gray-robed magicians cast magic arrows, which hit Claude's back for two consecutive rounds but were blocked by the energy shield. The other gray-robed magician cast the wind blade. When it hit, the bubbles of the energy shield flashed rapidly again, flickering on and off, and seemed to be about to burst, but he still persisted.
"The energy shield on him is a first-level spell scroll. Break the energy shield first, and then you can kill him!" The magician who set off the fireball and fled into the alley was still hiding in the corner. He came towards the front. The three companions shouted loudly.
Claude couldn't care less about him now. Since he had loaded the bullets, he wasn't afraid of the three gray-robed magicians coming ahead. Turn around, kneel down on one knee, open the hammer with your left hand, and then hold it with your right hand. Straighten your right hand, hold the revolver tightly, aim, pull the trigger, and fire.
This was a duel less than twenty meters away, between Claude and three gray-robed magicians. The moment Claude opened fire, another round of spells from the three magicians had been cast. Two wind blades and a water arrow, these are all first-level spells.
"Bang!" Break the hammer, aim, and fire. "Bang", break the hammer again, aim and fire
Claude shot out all six bullets from the revolver almost in one breath. The first one to be shot was the gray-robed mage in the middle. He was shaken back and fell to the ground. Then the second unlucky person was the slightly shorter gray-robed magician on the left. He was shot twice because he was about to cast another spell after being hit by the first shot. Claude didn't give him a chance. The second shot struck him in the chest again, finally knocking him down.
The slender gray-robed magician on the right cost Claude three bullets because he wanted to escape. It seemed that the gray-robed magician was relatively timid. When he found out that two of his companions had been shot by Claude, he turned around and ran away, regardless of the fact that his water arrow skills had injured Claude.
Because he was the last person Claude aimed at, the first shot missed the target because Claude was injured and the muzzle was shaking, and the second shot hit his left thigh. Seeing that the gray-robed magician was still dragging his legs to escape, leaving his back to himself, Claude lived up to the enemy's kindness. He calmed down, held his breath, and steadily aimed and fired, knocking down the target with the last bullet. On the ground.
Claude didn't get any benefits either. The three gray-robed magicians cast three first-level spells. When the first wind blade hit Claude, Claude's energy shield struggled for a while, but When the second wind blade hit Claude again, the energy shield was annihilated and shattered. At the same time, the aftermath of the second wind blade also affected Claude's aim, leaving an inch-long wound on Claude's left arm, so that the second shot missed the short gray-robed magician on the left. The division's vital point had to be shot.
Fortunately, the timid gray-robed magician on the right was affected by the hit of his two companions. His fingers pointing at Claude were trembling, and as a result, the slightly slower water arrow did not hit Claude. chest, but shot diagonally into Claude's right abdomen.
If he had been bolder and immediately fired a magical flying arrow, perhaps Claude would have died. But he was timid. The two companions were shot and fell to the ground without making any sound. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, giving Claude enough time to aim and fire. However, it can also be said that Claude's last three shots were I ejaculated after enduring great pain
Claude used his left hand to cover the wound hit by the water arrow on his right abdomen. The revolver in his right hand also fell to the ground. The huge pain made his whole body weak and almost numb. At this time, he knew that there was a gray-robed magician shooting fireballs hiding at the entrance of the alley, but Claude no longer had the energy to cast another energy shield spell on himself, or to pick up the revolver and replace it with a new one filled with bullets. The wheel is spinning
Turning his head slowly with difficulty, Claude saw from the corner of his eyes that the gray-robed magician hiding in the corner of the alley had appeared at the entrance of the alley. A fiery red light in his hand was slowly taking shape, becoming more and more... Big fireball.
Claude suddenly wanted to laugh. The gray-robed magician who set off the fireball must be in trouble now. If he knew that two wind blades could shatter and annihilate the energy shield on Claude, and then Claude would be injured by the three gray-robed magicians in front of him, then he would never cast any explosive fireball later. It's a second level attack spell.
It's very simple. At this time, he can kill Claude with a magic flying arrow, so why waste time and effort to cast the bursting fireball technique? Shouldn't he worry about Claude's energy shield?
When he saw the gray-robed magician raising his hand from the corner of his eye and projecting a fireball. Claude gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and pounced forward. Then he felt the heat and impact behind him. He flew up from the ground and was thrown four or five meters away. Just before all his consciousness fell into darkness, Claude seemed to hear two gunshots