Demon Lord

Chapter 464 Angry Sally

All the high elf undead in front of me are wearing their old clothes. These clothes belonged to 700 years ago because of the time enchantment and they don't have any worn or worn-out appearance. It's no surprise if you see a lot of them on weekdays of. But at this moment, Akasha suddenly noticed a... mage wearing a robe?

After summoning them, Akasha was actually resistant to contacting the undead, so she never noticed the difference in the original identities of these undead. Only now did she realize that among these undead, there were not only civilians, but also noble mages... or arcanists.

She walked up to this arcanist and took a closer look. The other party was a good-looking high elf woman, taller than her. The rune-studded robe on her body made her different from the ordinary people around her. There is a huge difference between the high elves. When you observe carefully, you can still see a slender staff on the other side's waist. Akasha stretched out her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said Sorry, and then began to carefully search for other things hidden in the opponent's robe...

Soon, she saw the words on a piece of parchment that recorded the last period of the other person's life - the slightly scribbled high elf script recorded her life, and at the same time contained the last despair and helplessness of her life, although It was just a few lines of unpretentious text, but Akasha held it in a daze for a long time.

After all...they are living beings with names, lives and dreams.

She pursed her lips, deeply moved in her heart—Akasha actually thought about purifying these undead completely with holy light, but now that the war is approaching, the 1,500 outstanding undead soldiers are an important one in Rody's hands The hole card, not only cannot be discarded, but must be kept well.

War... What a bastard.

Akasha sighed, facing the cruel reality, the emotional side could only be suppressed. But the depression in her heart was always lingering, she gritted her teeth, and simply stretched out her hand to cast a powerful area-of-effect spiritual peace for herself - this kind of magic she tried to bless the undead, and the experiment proved that It didn't have any effect, so at this time Akasha wasn't worried that the soldiers beside him would be hurt.

However, before he calmed down, Akasha was surprised by the reaction of the arcanist undead in front of him: the other party's lifeless eyes shrank slightly, and he actually raised his hand to make a blocking movement!

It seems that the magic made it feel uncomfortable.

Akasha was dumbfounded. Even if the undead were incinerated by the Holy Light, none of them moved. How could this arcanist have such a strange reaction?

As if she didn't believe in evil, she directly cast a Spirit Tranquility on the Arcanist, but this time the opponent's reaction was even stronger - it pulled out its wand, and even waved an Arcane Shield!

How can this be!?

The little pastor looked at the undead in front of him, and was speechless for a long time.

*****

-tus!

On the other side of the mage area is a spell actual combat testing field. To put it bluntly, it is the place where a group of mages fighted at first, but now only the voice of Rody chanting spells echoes lonely.

The Mage's Hand was condensed under Rody's gestures. As the name suggests, it looks like an enlarged version of a translucent palm, and its power is only enough to pick up a few books out of thin air.

However, Rody didn't think this spell was bad. He raised the Ice Crystal Thorn in his left hand, and instead of taking the arrow with his right hand as before, he directly pulled the bowstring.

At the same moment, under his control, the Mage's Hand grabbed the arrow in the quiver, slowly lifted it to the side of the bow, and was immediately held, aimed, and released by his finger that had already pulled the bowstring——

Snapped!

next second,

The arrow flew out obliquely, and the sound of the bowstring almost empty was extremely ear-piercing.

Because the Hand of the Mage failed to withdraw in time, the arrow was disturbed, so the shooting failed completely.

The 'Mediterranean' shooting method is really not good... Could it be replaced by the 'Mongolian style'?

Roddy didn't feel annoyed, he just took off the finger guard of his right hand while talking to himself, stretched out his glove and put on the finger pull he just made in the past two days.

The Mediterranean shooting method is the archery method that Roddy has always used. It is accurate and stable, but the shooting speed is a shortcoming, because it requires the arrow to rest on the left side of the bow. Every archery action is quite cumbersome.

The Mongolian shooting method is just the opposite. The arrow is placed on the right side of the bow, and only the thumb is used to draw the string. It is simple and quick. It was first used by nomads on horseback for riding shooting. It has a very strong damage output.

But its shortcomings are also obvious: poor accuracy.

But this is only in theory, in this world, all common sense may be overturned.

After possessing the profession of Elemental Summoner, Rody knew that he had completely embarked on a completely different path from Lone Ranger - the former Ranger could be regarded as a generalist profession, able to output and pull monsters , can set traps and take pets to take damage, but this also makes it somewhat mediocre in all aspects.

But now that Witcher and Elemental Summoner are combined, Roddy has the idea of ​​changing his way of thinking...

The first step is to change the archery method. Because if there is no change, the original advantage in archery is likely to become a shortcoming that restricts oneself.

When Luo Di held the bow and was thinking about the key, Naifei came to him quietly, reached out and took his finger ring, and said with a smile: This ring is so ugly, I will ask my mother to make you a beautiful one. Bar!

That's not a ring, it's a tool for archery. Rody has long been used to Nai Fei wandering around him these days, so he didn't say much, and continued to take out the casting materials, and controlled it after casting Mage Hand To grab the arrows in the quiver...

Haha, Brother Luo Di is so stupid!

Nefer suddenly laughed beside him.

Roddy, who was ridiculed, was not annoyed at all, and turned around and asked, Why do you say that?

Your 'Mage Hand' looks so silly, like drunk!

Nai Fei raised his palm as he spoke, and Rody saw a small mage's hand floating beside his face. After it swiftly pulled out an arrow, it turned out to be like a fancy pen. The shaft of the arrow twirled between the fingers...

Now Rody was a little shocked: no spell-casting materials, simplified gestures, and superb control, plus Naifei was less than 15 years old... When did her strength reach this level?

In the past, Rody didn't know the identity of Nefi's mother, and only thought she was a young wizard, but now seeing her talent, Rody can be sure: if Nefei is given enough room for development, her The achievement is absolutely terrifying.

Hee hee... Am I amazing?

Naifei was quite showing off, but she was a big kid and knew not to hurt Roddy's confidence, so she waved her hand quickly to dissipate the spell.

Of course Naifei is good, I'm still far behind. Rody said honestly, thinking that this little fox has always had a lot of ideas, he asked: I always feel that there seems to be a problem with my thinking these days, why don't you Give me an idea?

Brother Luo Di is asking me for advice?

Naifei opened her eyes wide, and her sneaky gaze seemed to be thinking about something else.

Yeah... I want the spell to assist me in taking the arrow.

If you want to take arrows, why do you have to take them one by one?

No, why don't we take them together?

As Rody said, he commanded his Mage's Hand to grab twelve arrows and lift them out. The shafts of the arrows were so densely packed that they couldn't be pulled out even if they wanted to.

Oh! Brother Roddy is so stupid!

As soon as it came to her own domain, Naifei was unceremonious and cast Hand of Mage again. At the same time, a Dispel Spell directly dispelled Rody's spell. When the twelve arrows scattered towards the ground, her Hand of Mage It stretched and deformed in an instant, and after giving birth to many small tentacles, they grabbed all the arrows one by one, and then suspended beside Roddy's hand.

At this time, the arrows were lined up one by one, exactly like the chains of ammunition attached to the machine gun.

At this moment, Luo Di suddenly realized: It turned out that I was restricted by the word 'hand', thinking that this spell could only be molded into the shape of a 'hand'...

There are ever-changing ways to apply spells, and Rody finally got some clues from this—but he thought more... New equipment and weapons, I am afraid, will start to be made on the premise of matching spells.

Naifei didn't care what he was thinking, and leaned over and whispered: Brother Luo Di, let me help you with one thing, and you can do me one thing too...

*****

While Rody was accumulating strength and working hard to improve his strength, Sally in Hollier City lost her temper because of her bad mood.

We still can't reach an agreement... Are they going to fight openly or something?!

The young duke slapped a piece of paper on the table with a smack that seemed to kill anyone who wrote it. Although she looked delicate with blond hair, she really looked like a lion cub at this moment.

It's been more than a month, and this mine has become the meat on their plate? Do these people still see me as the lord? Sally also knew that it was useless to lose her temper like this, but she still couldn't vomit some words. The butler John next to him lowered his head and asked after a moment of hesitation: Then their invitation this time...

Fart invitation, this is to join forces to shave my face.

Sally consciously uttered a foul word, sat aside angrily, and pointed to the other pieces of letter paper: Viscount Anru and Earl Bollach, these two have never been good people, and my father saw them restrain themselves before letting them go. It’s just two lives, but now it’s a good thing, and they even joined forces with a group of nobles in Efta to deal with me, and even pretended that I respect the choices of the majority...Humph!

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