Demon Lord

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

The mist in the Cobb Forest exists all year round. Even in the afternoon when the sun is full and the daily temperature is the highest, the fog in the forest will still reduce the visibility to within three or four hundred meters.

So for Francis, who ran away in fear, after running two or three kilometers at this time, he could no longer tell the difference between east, west, south, and north.

Here, the glaring sunlight above the head is completely blocked by the lush forests and miasma. When walking in it, the brightness of the surrounding environment is like the evening when the sun is about to set in ordinary days. And in such a situation, walking alone on a horse, the chirping of insects and birds in the forest will become more and more noisy, and sometimes, it will make people feel a little... harsh.

Francis' mood was extremely agitated at this time.

As the eldest son of the Duke and a descendant of the largest nobleman in the Efta Territory, his living conditions have always been favorable since he was a child - a soft bed, a warm fireplace in winter, every meal that is exquisite and nutritious, and excellent food. Education... So for many years, he has not really experienced too much hardship. Except for staying in a farmhouse when patrolling the border, he has never survived in the wild at all, so in terms of survival in the wild, he is not even as good as even the A mercenary just getting started.

With such a growth experience, it is not surprising that he lost his way in the forest.

With his eyes staring forward, the dim forest had become a terrifying hell that he had never imagined in Francis' eyes—he was short of breath, his wand was soaked in sweat from his palm, and the war horse under his crotch was too tired to run anymore, and All kinds of inexplicable noises coming from his ears made him even more tense, and it was difficult to relax...

Miscalculated!

Francis wiped the cold sweat off his brow, the pounding heartbeat could be heard clearly, and his mind was in a mess—he never thought that Sally could have such a powerful backhand!

No wonder she ran to the west gate desperately. It turned out that this cunning sister had already planned everything...

After turning around to confirm that there were no pursuers, Francis took a deep breath to relax a little, but still raised his wand with lingering fear, allowing the elements of the Ice Shield beside him to continue to condense.

The resentment and resentment accumulated in his heart along the way finally erupted at this moment, and he couldn't help but ruthlessly said: Wait, I will definitely let you die without a place to bury you!

But as soon as the words fell, he felt his hairs stand on end for an instant... Just as he was about to look up and look around, the Ice Shield beside him exploded with a click!

The ice shield is originally hidden in the air, and only appears when attacked. But at this moment, Francis opened his eyes wide, looking straight at the shield on the left, showing a large white crack...

The spider web-like pattern had a radius of one meter. Looking carefully, he saw a long arrow nailed to the outside of the shield!

And in this dazed effort, another phantom flashed in the dark forest.

In the field of vision, the second arrow shot through the head of the army horse under the crotch, and the horse that was moving forward immediately fell forward, Francis leaned forward uncontrollably, and the next moment, the third arrow fell Snap shattered and could no longer maintain the ice shield...

The arrow flew past the back of his head, directly cutting a three centimeter long hole.

If it wasn't for the deflection of the arrow when the shield shattered, Francis' head might have been pierced through!

thump!

Francis, who fell to the ground, didn't care about the cold sweat, and immediately turned over and rolled out of the horse's corpse, and released the second Ice Shield with a quick swing of the wand in his hand, and then rolled and crawled toward a big tree on the side. The tree rushed over.

And in such a little more than a second, the shield he just cast was hit again with a click\

,"But this time the arrow was slipped away by the shield, leaving only a white scratch on it - the long arrow nailed to the tree trunk next to it, frightened Francis almost stopped his heart.

The way he fled in embarrassment was completely fucking to the distinguished Element Master, but Francis had no time to maintain his demeanor at this time. He only knew that if he was a step slower, the consequences would definitely be his life!

Because no matter how dull his brain is, he still understands who made this precise arrow...

That damned scout who keeps messing up his plans!

Roddy! You want to sneak attack me?! You're plotting against me! You're—

Snapped!

The arrow almost passed Francis' ear, and the bark fragments wrapped in the arrow splashed across his face, directly interrupting his incoherent nonsense.

This scum... this bastard...

The speed of magic power gathering intensified. Francis cursed and tried his best to restore the form of Ice Shield. Anger and fear were mixed in his heart, but he didn't know which one occupied more.

Before meeting Rody, Francis did not believe that the power of arrows could pierce through the Ice Shield - unlike plate armor and mail armor, the magic shield, because of its spherical structure, was resistant to this kind of long-range piercing damage. The ability is extremely high, and even most of them can be exempted directly. What is even more undeniable is that the power of arrows is always weaker than that of melee swords at the same level of strength.

Ordinary sword attacks may not be able to shatter the ice shield in one blow, but just now, he was almost shot to death by successive arrows while breathing. This situation can only explain one fact: Roddy Not only is the attack powerful, but the moment the arrow body hits the shield, because the angle of incidence is perpendicular to the spherical surface of the shield, the power reaches its maximum!

This has always been a theoretical value and belongs to the situation of if achieved, it is purely coincidental.

But just now, Francis personally experienced what is called a miraculous skill - Roddy's archery made him dance a face-to-face dance with Death!

After figuring out the joints, Francis discovered with some despair: the little character who was not worth mentioning in the distance, now has the ability to deprive himself of his life at any time.

Impossible...absolutely a coincidence...

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the fear in his heart, but his body couldn't stop shaking. But soon he realized that he was too cowardly like this, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue hard to calm himself down!

As an advanced Element Master and a nobleman, Francis has always been proud. Since he entered the legal profession at the age of 20, only others have been amazed at his talent. When did Francis envy others? when?

But now, he really experienced such low-level emotions—but what followed was a huge rebound in self-esteem. Although he knew very well that he was now at a disadvantage, Francis relied on the sharp pain from the tip of his tongue to immediately focus his attention on the current battle. His nostrils were filled with the smell of blood in his mouth, but the panic in his eyes was gradually replaced by calmness. After thinking for a while, Francis reached out and took out two bottles and a scroll from his pocket, his mind settled down, and then... his eyes slightly squinted.

When did I, Francis, ever fear the enemy...

Regardless of the blood left on the back of his head, he gripped his wand tightly and whispered to himself.

In the silent forest, a silent confrontation began like this.

Francis leaned his back against the tree trunk, calmed down his shortness of breath, and immediately raised his wand, chanted for three seconds, and released a blessing spell called Elemental Condensation, followed by Elemental Sensitivity with a casting time of 5 seconds, and then It's Elemental Sentry one after another...

After casting more than a dozen Elemental Sentinels in a row, he immediately unscrewed a bottle of blue potion and poured it into his mouth. Then he clenched his teeth and endured the violent impact of the potion on the internal organs and brain when the mana recovered. …

Such a process is indeed his only choice at the moment: Element Condensation can maintain the density of elements around his body at a high level. Although it consumes a lot of mana, but there is such a BUFF, his casting speed and Magic power can be increased by 15%.

The Elemental Sensitivity combined with the Elemental Sentinel skill is similar in principle to how a spider obtains the movement of its prey through the vibration of its web. In other words, Francis can now detect approaching enemies immediately through all the element sentries within a range of 50 meters around him.

This is the most effective way for an elementalist to face assassins or long-range shooters, but from another perspective, after releasing these skills, any low-level elementalist will encounter a empty mana situation. Therefore, without the support of intermediate magic potion, few people would use such a luxury way of coping.

However, Francis, who was holding two bottles of magic recovery potion, really took the most desperate attitude to deal with Roddy...

When all the releases were over, Francis, who had recovered his magic power with his back against the tree trunk, finally regained some confidence in the challenge. He has condensed the fireball technique in his hands, and has entered a state where he can attack at any time.

Crack.

Tens of meters away, the slight sound of branches snapping was barely audible, but Francis, who had set up dozens of elemental sentries, jumped out from behind the tree trunk, raised his hand and swung the fireball technique out—the dark forest A yellow trajectory flashed across the center, and then there was a boom explosion!

After the addition of Element Condensation, the fireball technique is very powerful, and even the speed is much faster than ordinary fireballs. It directly blew up a giant tree that was hugged by two people, and the shock wave released rolled up a large area. The fallen leaves and dust were extremely loud—but during this process, Francis was staring at the distance, his expression not relaxing at all.

The next moment, when the giant tree creaked and fell to the side, he suddenly noticed the shaking shadow of the cloak within the range of the Elemental Sentinel, and instantly threw out three Ice Cone Techniques in his hand. ——The white shadow that flashed through the air immediately aggressively nailed to a tree root in the distance, and through the white mist that rose when the ice cone shattered, Francis vaguely saw some torn pieces Pieces of cloak.

Idiot... you are dead!

He snorted coldly, and immediately backed away to hide behind another tree. The click sound in his ear indicated that the arrow that Rody shot back was easily cut by the shield... Although neither of the two of them hit it this round. Who, but Francis obviously thinks he has the upper hand.

After taking another sip of the potion, Francis raised his hand and grabbed the spell scroll that could unleash a level 3 Frost Nova. The lost confidence had been regained at this time.

It's just that the confident Francis never expected that Rody, who was standing on the edge of the detection range of the Elemental Sentry by the Concealment Technique, was shaking his head with a look of disdain——

What a fucking scumbag...

(over)

PS: This chapter has been edited for 4 hours, and now I’m hungry, and I haven’t eaten dinner yet... For the sake of my frustration, please reward me with a ticket. It is said that the title of the chapter is intentional, and the next one is the blood-stained robe (Part 2)