Advent of the Archmage Chapter 292: Fusion artifact? Yes (3/4)

The sound of dense footsteps sounded in the ‘嚓嚓 嚓’ woods. Lordall blessed a floatation on Emmons and Wald respectively, and then the Master drew them to run in the forest.

"Lord, you shouldn't come!" Emmons couldn't see his eyes, and his magical energy was completely imprisoned. He was completely a waste person. The death of a dark elf like him is already a destiny, and there is no need to drag on. Be your most proud disciple.

After losing the pride of the man, Wald was completely stunned. He said in pain: "Lord, the master is right, if you really want to help, kill me!"

Lordell was silent, he glanced behind him, he could feel the human race chasing behind him getting closer and closer, which was also mixed with the sound of the "Wang Wang" dog barking, he was shocked in his heart and knew immediately Just now, in a hurry to save people, something went wrong and he failed to kill all the hounds.

In terms of speed, he is not as good as those scouts, let alone two people at this time. If he runs like this, he will definitely be caught up.

Although he is a level 6 magician, the scout power of those races is not bad. From the previous response, they have rich experience in fighting magicians.

More importantly, there are a lot of opponents, and the existence of a crossbow crossbow. If a war starts, he will kill at most half of the people, and then he will be killed by the other half of the scouts who survive, the mentor and Prince Wald. It will follow.

The situation is very bad.

"Look, he's over there, chase fast, I see him." A roar suddenly came from behind, a scout of the human race, and they had chased 200 meters away.

"Hoo! Roar! Roar!" An old hound ran at the forefront of the team. The old dog's teeth were blunt, its hair had fallen off, and its eyes were cloudy, but it remained ambitious.

Imons is anxious, and angrily: "Lordell, I order you to let me go and hurry up! Otherwise, it's too late!"

Lordell shook his head: "No, mentor, I can take you back to the north."

During speaking, he suddenly ran in a different direction.

The scouts behind kept up, and they were less than 200 meters away from Lodel. This distance, coupled with the hunting dogs, seemed to be inevitable.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang from Rodel behind him, and a huge faint blue pillar of fire rose into the sky. It was Rodel's carefully prepared **** fire!

In the Pillar of Fire, 4 scouts turned directly into ashes, and other scouts were also frightened, and it was a meal to catch up.

Listening to the explosion of magic, Lord said, "I have set many magic traps in this area. If they dare to chase, at least half of them will die!"

Amons sighed: "Ah, you still have such a thorough personality, but I made a big mistake this time."

Of all his disciples, Lord is the most like him, and he is the most valued.

A messy voice came from behind.

"Be careful, it's a magic trap! Damn, spread out, spread out, all pay attention to your feet!" The scout leader shouted.

Fortunately, the old hound, Hoy, is okay. This old dog is extremely sensitive to danger. Although he runs in the front, he avoids the magic trap alertly.

‘Boom! Just after the scout leader spoke, another scout stepped into the trap. Fortunately, the crowd was completely dispersed, and the distance between them was more than 15 meters, so this wave of traps did not affect others.

However, stepping on the magic trap in succession has cast a shadow over each scout's heart, which is a bit daunting, and the speed of catching up is suddenly much slower.

The distance is widened again.

"Follow Old Hoy, he can escape the trap, run with it!" A scout suddenly shouted, and he found that the old dog would turn around every time it encountered the trap.

The scouts did, and it worked, as long as they walked along where Old Hoy ran, they were safe all the way.

In front, Lordall frowned. He made careful preparations before saving people. This way, 10 traps were set up. Each position took great care, and basically it will not be missed. However, why did n’t it sound when I stepped on two?

Wald has found something strange: "It's the hunting dog, it's leading the way."

Lordell glanced back, just to see that old dog bypassed a trap cautiously, and scouts behind it all ran along its route, so his trap became a display.

"..." Lodel didn't expect that his killings would be ruined on an old dog. Fortunately, he never prepared only a retreat.

After another three minutes of running, the scouts running at the front have chased 80 meters away. These scouts have raised their crossbow and are ready to attack.

At this time, no one will care about the life and death of the three dark elves. No one wants to keep any captives. The only thought is to kill the three guys.

"They are going to attack!" Wald snapped.

He is very aware of the power of these soldiers to fire a crossbow. One or two may be nothing, but these guys have nearly 30 people. If they start to attack, there may even be hundreds of arrows burst in an instant. In this case, even if Level 6 defensive magic can't stop it, not to mention that Lodell doesn't have level 6 defensive magic at all.

Lordell felt danger in his heart, but he knew he was safe, because a big river appeared ahead.

The river is very turbulent. It is hundreds of meters wide and more than 30 meters deep. There are many undercurrents at the bottom of the river. Even powerful warriors are difficult to swim through, but there is no problem for magicians.

Lordell rushed to the river, leapt forward, and at the same time blessed himself on his body. Immediately after that, he devoted himself to a level 4 defense magic: Frost Shield!

"Ding Ding Ding" Frost Shield has just been completed. Five or six white dots appear on the top. The other party attacked, and the frequency of attacks is unusually dense.

"Ding Ding Ding!" Three more arrows shot, and the Frost Crystal Shield broke so much. It persisted for a second before and after that, Lorde floated less than 10 meters and another arrow shot over. Lord found himself too late to cast a spell.

"..... how could the Terran's bursting crossbow be so strong?" Rodel was shocked. Fortunately, he had a third move, and he carried a powerful defensive weapon.

A buzzer sounds, and a pale cyan mask appears. This is a level 5 defense magic: advanced arrow protection.

The "噗噗 噗噗" burst fired a crossbow like a torrential rain. Three seconds later, this level 5 magic was broken, and Rodel took the three of them to a distance of 40 meters, still within the crossbow's range. .

"Shoo! Shoot them!" The scout leader roared.

Beng Bing Beng nearly 30 scouts stand in a row, swaying wildly at Rodel.

After another Frost Crystal Shield was breached, Rodel finally failed to move at all!

"Is it really over?" Lodel didn't realize he had reached this point. He couldn't help thinking of Link. The man forced several scouts into the dregs, but finally returned safely. This scout, so embarrassed, was chased by an old dog.

"Is the gap really that big?" Lodel was lost.

At this last moment, Wald, who had been silent, jerked, blocking behind Lord.

"Woo ~" Wald hit 9 arrows at once, and the whole body was filled with Holy Silver Crossbow arrows. He was not dead, he vomited blood and said, "Lord, when you return to the Black Forest, you Talk to ... Talk to Vasiya ... I died on the battlefield ... "

He didn't finish, because a crossbow penetrated Wald's head.

Lord's heart trembled. With Walder's resistance, Lord successfully completed a new defensive magic, but after all, it was late and Wald was dead.

‘噗噗 噗’ There are still crossbow arrows on Wald, and he almost becomes a target.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lordall finally floated more than 80 meters away. This is beyond the range of the human holy silver crossbow. They are temporarily safe.

"Thumb" Lodel let go of Wald's body. He landed in the river and disappeared.

"Relax, I'll tell Vasiya, you're a hero!" Lowell whispered.

Wasiya, the eldest princess, and Wald's aunt. The two are 10 years apart. They are nephews, but they are also lovers. This is common in the royal family.

Wasiqia is also a genius magician. Now 46 years old, she is already a 7th-level magician. Although she has always followed the low-key style of the royal family, everyone in the dark elven magic knows that Ya has very good fighting talents and has a very strong temperament.

Lordell can imagine the reaction of Vasiya after knowing Wald's ending. The long princess must be going to the battlefield to avenge Wald in person.

Afterwards, Rodel and Emmons were silent, and the two of them drifted silently across the river.

The river behind them.

The scouts looked at the rushing river, but there was nothing they could do. The scout leader's face was very gloomy, and he turned back: "Did the Crow bring it? Pass the news to the Oreda fortress and let them intercept in front . "

For them, this is the most helpless and shameful remedy, and the success is very small, because the other party is a powerful magician, he has a thousand ways to cross the kingdom's iron wall defense line.

"Bring it," someone answered.

After a few moments, several letter crows flew up and flew towards the Oreda fortress ‘flamingly’.

Lord also found out. He knew that soon after, there would be a lot of human scouts and magicians on the road ahead to stop him. In the territory of the Kingdom of Norton, his only response was to speed up.

"Lord, you shouldn't come to save me!" Emmons said again.

"Actually, it's not just my idea, Speaker Romand also supports me," Lord said.

"Romand? Oh ~ he has always only cared about his magic. Why did he think of it?" Ammons was a little puzzled. As the speaker of the Silvermoon Council, the only 8th level magician in the Black Forest, Romand is a magical madman who deliberately studies magic and rarely intervenes in Black Forest government affairs.

"The failure of the integration of the dark snake is an unprecedented event. Of course, the speaker must pay attention. In fact, the speaker already knows your situation. His idea is that if you agree, you will fuse the artifact."

"I? I'm a dead person now, if I can fuse artifacts, of course. But I don't have the blood of Silvermoon, how can I merge?"

The fusion artifact has always been the patent of the Silvermoon royal family.

"It's not a problem. We can sacrifice Ms. Darkness, and I think she will agree that you are in charge of her weapon," said Lord.

The artifact does not care about the physical disability of Emmons, because it can easily restore Emmons 'power. What it needs is Emmons' mind.

Only this, Emmons will only have a maximum of half a year's existence. After half a year, the artifact returns to the void, and his soul will be torn by the power of the artifact.

Amons agreed without hesitation: "So let's do it!" (To be continued.)