Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 92 Losing Because of Poverty
Under Reso's gaze, less than a foot away from the mysterious sorcerer boy, the two daggers hit the invisible barrier; the swords vibrated with a "buzzing" sound and fell to the ground in a spin.

At the same time, the arrow shot by Milva also fell to the ground.

The female archer had been hesitating since the conflict broke out; her arrow was originally aimed at the witcher who was closest and rushing in front, but before she could release the bowstring, the hooded man who couldn't shout had fallen in front of the wall of fire, and no one cared even when the sparks set his hood on fire.

Then there was the bald strong man who made Milva instinctively tremble with fear. The moment the other party rushed through the wall of fire, the sharp arrow was already aimed at the glittering head; but then the strong man fell to the ground and threw the dagger all in an instant.

The female archer subconsciously made the most appropriate choice - to shoot down the dagger thrown at the boy; because protecting this mysterious boy was the top priority task assigned to her by the Queen of the Forest.

As for the dagger thrown at her, Milva no longer cared about it; she felt that she should have enough time to avoid her heart. The sword tip might end up piercing her right lung. If it happened to be stuck in her ribs, her chances of survival would be greater.

As a result, the shot arrow and the dagger thrown from the opposite side hit the obstacle almost at the same time; no one present knew that this was the effect of the reinforced armor.

"You shot at the wrong target, you should aim at him." Lin You calmly turned his head and looked at Milva, but his finger was pointing at a figure floating in the air not far away.

Serrit, who was highly expected by Letho, not only failed to connect with the attack rhythm, but also didn't even have a chance to land. The moment he passed the top of the wall of fire, he felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and the Quen seal burst like a bubble.

The two daggers flew out of his hands uncontrollably, and Serrit himself was suspended above the wall of fire, neither up nor down, with his limbs frozen and unable to move, and he could only be forced to endure the scorching heat of the flames below.

In the blink of an eye, the snake-faction demon hunter had the illusion that he was being roasted and greased.

Unlike Serrit who was at his wits' end, Reso was still struggling without giving up, trying to pull his feet out of the "swamp"; but before he could put any strength on his hands, two chains made of sand and gravel suddenly emerged from the ground, locking the witcher's hands tightly.

Reso felt as if a huge weight had been added to his wrists. When he wanted to raise his hands, it felt like he was lifting up the entire earth.

At this point, the last thought of resistance finally disappeared from my mind.

"You are a warlock, and a source warlock at that." The bald strong man revealed his profound knowledge as soon as he opened his mouth.

Unlike ignorant people who regard demon hunters as freaks, butchers, and thugs, truly excellent demon hunters have solid professional knowledge and sharp vision. Demon hunters who don't grow their brains and don't learn usually die quickly.

"Although I'm a bit similar, I'm not a source warlock, I'm a wizard..." The boy wanted to explain, but gave up after thinking about it, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, those differences are not important."

It can only be said that Reso's knowledge and experience inevitably encountered limitations; even the failure encountered by the three snake-faction demon hunters was largely due to this limitation, and they were caught off guard by their opponents.

They decisively launched a counterattack when they encountered the first magic, and adopted what they thought was the most correct method; but when they treated Lin You like any other sorcerer in the world, they were doomed to fail.

Compared with the magic in the world of The Witcher, the magic in the world of Harry Potter is faster and more convenient; wizards rely on their own stored magic power to cast spells and no longer need to resonate with external magic power. Even some powerful magic can be cast at will.

Compared with warlocks, wizards are less susceptible to interference from external factors. Just this cognitive bias caused the snake hunters to completely misjudge the situation and adopt the wrong tactics.

At the same time, the flexibility and diversity of magic in the Harry Potter world is far beyond the imagination of the witchers.

The warlocks in the Demon Hunter world are not incapable of making magic traps like the one that trapped Letho, but they need time to arrange it in advance, and sometimes they need to use some magic props for assistance; no one can complete the laying of a "trap" with just a silent magic like Lin You.

As for the transformation technique that instantly transformed gravel into chains with such lifelike details, it was simply amazing. Due to the combined effect of various factors, the demon hunter trio, who were originally strong enough to fight against a small team of regular troops, were defeated in one encounter.

"When you attacked me, you should have known that I could use magic. Why didn't you use some targeted props? I heard that demon hunters usually don't fight unprepared battles. Don't you have some magic-blocking gold bombs or something like that to deal with warlocks and magic?"

While asking, Lin You lifted the fire wall magic, and at the same time cast a "Clear Water Like Spring" on the head of the man whose hood was on fire, saving at least half of his remaining hair.

"You also know that we are demon hunters." Lei Suo's tone was full of helplessness and self-mockery for asking a question that he already knew the answer to.

"Well, what happened to you demon hunters?"

“We are all very poor.”

"...Okay, that's a reasonable explanation." Lin You held up his wand and tapped his forehead lightly.

I've played the game so much that I've actually forgotten that most demon hunters are paupers; how can they always have something like the demon-blocking gold bomb, which is rarely used in daily life?

Expensive weapons must be made temporarily when needed. After all, reality is not a game, and everything has a shelf life.

"What do you say now? Mr. Dandelion, are you prepared to pay for it or give up the purchase? Even though we had a fight, I'm still willing to give you the discount I promised you before." The boy said generously.

"I told you, demon hunters are all poor." Letho said sullenly.

"That is to say, even if I give you a discount, you still can't afford it." Lin You spread his hands, "Then there is nothing we can do. Only my family can earn this money."

The boy waved to the poet and said, "Mr. Dandelion, come with us. Don't even think about running away. The lady next to me can accurately shoot a melon at a distance of 200 feet. Your head is no smaller than a melon."

"At two hundred feet, I can actually shoot the apple." Milva felt deeply frustrated because he had played no role in the battle from beginning to end, and he couldn't help but emphasize his own abilities.

Dandelion moved over timidly and reluctantly at a snail's pace. Just as he was about to speak with a shameless face, he was hit with a "tongue-lock".

"Hurry up, someone has noticed the commotion here."

Lin You urged with a stern face, and then said to the three demon hunters: "Don't worry, the magic will be ineffective in a few minutes at most. Especially the one in the sky, remember to adjust your landing posture."

Just as he was speaking, Lin You suddenly discovered that Gaunter O'Dimm had disappeared without a trace; but he had no time to look for him, and hurriedly asked Milva to take Dandelion out of the town.

Before dark, the three men had penetrated more than ten miles into the Amel Mountains.

　Second update
　　As usual, the third update will be "a little later".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)