Wizard From Afar

"Why do you want to learn guns?"

The female elf Liya was full of doubts, holding Lance in her arms: "You are the wizard, Even if you want to go out on adventures, Loren and I will protect you."

The little wizard didn't say a word, just stared at her with wide eyes and a little cowardly: "Can't you?"

"It's okay, but..." The female elf sighed and shook her head: "Except for the monkey-like guy Loren, it is not easy for humans to learn elf spear skills."

"Especially you have basically no combat experience...you will get hurt and suffer a lot."

"It's okay, I can bear it." The little wizard bit his lower lip, still looking steadily forward: " It doesn’t matter if you are injured, as long as you can learn it, it’s okay."

"Is it really necessary?" The female elf still doesn't understand:

"You can use bows and arrows. The difficult to deal with wizard …Even if it’s an adventure, everyone will protect you at all costs; even if you can learn it, maybe you won’t use it in your life."

The little wizard still didn’t answer her. The question, just staring at her blankly: "Can you teach me?"

Looking at those persistent eyes, the sighed female elf still threw Lance to her: "If you really want to If you learn...Who makes us friends?"

Hurrying to catch the long spear, Ai Yin gently stroked the gun body, felt the weight in his hand, and stared at the silver light on the tip of the gun.

The elves... Loren, did he use such a light weapon to fight face-to-face with countless ogre?

The female elf did not notice her expression and stood with a gun:

"Then, first step is the 1st Step, and also the most important step; the spear skills of the war dancers and you Human beings are different. The most important part of our skills is not the long spear itself;

The most important thing is footwork..."

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Just as lance was about to stab the face door, the little wizard who was assaulting from the front suddenly "moved"!

Like an unpredictable phantom, the instant acceleration made Salika even too late to see the direction of her long spear, so she had to retreat and parry.

"Dang——!"

Two silver awns meet in mid-air, and the friction of the blade's edge blooms in the most gorgeous color in the sunset.

What's the matter? !

When the long spear collided, Salika could clearly feel that the little wizard in front of her was different from the one just now.

If the little wizard just now was a goshawk waiting for an opportunity to hunt, then this eagle is now flying in the air, flying in front of him like a hummingbird!

Everything is as natural as clouds and flowing water, long spear moves around in Ai Yin’s hands, as if it is no longer a sharp weapon that can only stab the enemy straight;

Completely lost the meaning of "fighting", but became her silhouette, a part of her "dance"-every movement seems to be able to catch the next one smoothly, and the flashing silver tip of the gun is like a beating note .

And this is not even the most terrifying place...Salika's forehead is already sweating.

The real terrifying thing...is that this little wizard is getting faster and faster!

No matter how she dodges, attacks, blocks... this little wizard can always keep up with her accurately, and can't get rid of her weird "rhythm".

No, it’s not keeping up...it’s anticipation, this little wizard dragged himself into that weird rhythm by little by little!

In an instant, Ai Yin's attack came again, and a little cold glow hit his neck.

"Clang-cang——!"

The blade slid across the barrel of Lance's gun, and the sharp-sharp Salika swept across, once again dissolving the little wizard's attack.

But she still can't get rid of Ai Yin's "entanglement"... It's ridiculous, obviously the advantage lies in her, but she is constantly attacking this complexion pale, sweaty little wizard!

The expressionless Ai Yin did not choose to back up but dodge, the swept gun barrel almost swept past the tip of her nose; she turned back like a dancer, twisting her waist, with a long spear in her hand. From bottom to top, it strikes again.

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"I don’t know what your human spear skills are like, but you are fighting and dancing. Among the skills of the writer, fighting is meaningless-any chance of one strike certain kill must be firmly grasped."

Knock down the long spear in the hands of the little wizard, stiff face The female elf looked at Ai Yin, who was slumped to the ground in cold sweat: "Continuous approach and constant offensive are the key to war dancers' skills."

She doesn't know why Ai Yin can persist. To this point... But as a friend, I can only help her with my own lessons:

"Apart from this, any action to keep away from the enemy's sharp edges is absolutely nothing Meaning-the more you fear the enemy, the more you will be defeated by fear!" Ain, who is face pale, bit her lower lip hard, not letting herself cry, until the corners of her mouth overflowed with blood.

The painful but unintuitive hands clenched the barrel of the gun again, and the trembling legs supported the petite body and stood up again... Only the eyes, still as stubborn as they were at the beginning:

"Come again!"

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"Clang——!"

The two long spears play again With loud notes, the two silhouettes staggered at the same time to open the other's attack.

And the little wizard finally found the bow he was shot down, just five steps away!

At that moment, Ai Yin rushed over without looking back... She knew very well that Sarika behind her was doing her best to rush towards her, and the sharp tip of the gun was already pointed at her. neck.

But she doesn't care.

Five steps...

The shocked Salika suddenly looked back, and pierced the long spear to the back of the little wizard's neck in an instant.

Four steps...

The long spear struck from the back of the neck, and Ai Yin could even feel the deep chill.

Three steps...

The nervous Loren gripped the shiny silver hilt tightly, his palms were full of cold sweat.

Two steps...

A hint of panic flashed across the blue pupils, but then he recovered his composure.

One step...

It's too late...Salika's heart is cold, once such a close distance gives the little wizard the opportunity to shoot arrows, she will definitely lose!

She shrank her wolf pupils, and the long spear in her hand pierced forward suddenly.

"pa ——!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, looking at this scene in disbelief.

The little wizard who grabbed the bow suddenly leaned back and jumped, and steadily stepped on the tip of Sarika's gun; with a little toe, the petite silhouette leapt up in an instant.

At this moment, she is no longer herself, but a goshawk soaring above the dome;

It is a hummingbird with wings spread out.

At this moment, time seems to have stopped.

The long spear that pierced out, fell slowly at the moment of failure;

The black hair wizard eyebrow raised in astonishment, the corners of the mouth slightly aroused;

Sa Rika stared wide-eyed, staring at the "phantom" passing over her head;

It’s so...

That’s right... It’s equal to jumping into the air at the same time No more dodge, the little wizard is just a slow-moving target; just one shot can penetrate him (her) in midair!

Just a shot...Salika's eyes with clenched teeth shifted, and the tip of the gun that fell to the ground seemed to be extremely important in her hand, and she couldn't lift it no matter how hard she exerted it.

All she can do is lifts the head, dumbfounded, staring at the silhouette who is looking down at her with cold eyes;

It's floating in midair, in the sunset Under the shining long golden hair, she has a beautiful and elegant posture;

That is her unheard-of, unprecedented scene in the past;

The picture that I could glimpse in my dream... Now it appears vividly in front of my eyes, so real that all my past experiences have become hollow and boring.

"Clang——!"

The whistling wind passed by, the cold three chi long gun fell from the air, and the moment it landed, it touched Sarika’s braid. , The long flax hair spread out with the wind, covering the girl's expression of consternation.

The little wizard in midair clenched his bow tightly and landed lightly under the gaze of countless lights; then he got up, took the arrow, opened the bow, raised the bow, aimed...

Three Within a step, the full arrow was aimed at the center of Sarika's chest; the expressionless Ayin Rand stared stubbornly in his eyes, the bow and arrow in his hand were as steady as a rock, without trembling.

The shocked Salika still maintained her last-minute posture, unsuspecting in front of her, and the empty door opened...just staring at the little wizard's eyes blankly, her mind flashing with memories of just now .

The first arrow is a warning;

The second arrow is a threat;

This... is the third arrow;

Lore!