Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Facing a professional, Loki's first attempt to escape had completely failed. Taking into account his own situation, his strength, agility, movements and body were overwhelmingly crushed by the thieves.

It can be said that he can't escape or fight. If he doesn't want to wait for death, he can only try to fight back in the most dangerous way of getting close to him.

The thief did not expect that the lowly half-elf in his eyes would dare to fight back. He was unprepared and was kicked in the arm near the shoulder.

Although this force is not strong, what is strange is that the thief's body was uncontrollably kicked and staggered.

The whole person was knocked down to the ground by this force. He looked stunned, and then he quickly thought of getting up and teaching the half-elf a lesson.

After the successful kick, Loki didn't dare to pause at all. He didn't have time to untie the rope in his hands, but stretched his hands towards the ram.

There was a clear sound of metal friction, and he suddenly pulled out a dark Indian tomahawk from the weapon backpack on the sheep's back.

"Go to hell." Holding the Indian tomahawk in the air with both hands, Loki shouted in a low voice.

His whole body was like a taut strong bow, and then in an instant, his abdomen and body suddenly tightened, his arms moved downward with all their strength, and the sharp battle ax was thrown from his hand. Got out.

The Indian tomahawk spun and flew out like a black light. Before the thief could dodge and get up, it flew directly towards him.

The thief's strength, agility and physical attributes were higher than Loki's, but he was obviously caught off guard by this attack. His body was in a state where it was difficult to exert force and avoid it. He hurriedly drew out his dagger to block the flying axe.

Even if Loki's strength is not as good as his opponent, when he uses all his strength to throw this sharp ax that weighs two kilograms, it is not something that can only be parried with a dagger held in one hand.

"Ah, ah, lowly half-elf bastard, I'm going to skin you."

With a cry of pain, the battle ax almost cut off half of his arm.

It was actually the result of the weapons made by the old dwarf being too sharp. Otherwise, the half-elf boy might not be able to do any harm to him even though he tried his best.

Loki had anticipated all of this. He turned a deaf ear and quickly untied the rope buckle in his hand. This was the reason why he wasted a little time in front of the thief just now. He used a quantum computer to give a specific image of tying the knot. This was why he The most important part of life protection.

In less than a breath, the rope binding his wrists fell to the ground. Without any pause, Loki took out two more things from his weapon backpack.

It was the familiar short-arm crossbow and the quiver full of crossbow arrows. He pulled up the crossbow string and loaded the arrow almost as fast as he could in his life.

The moment the half-elf boy raised his crossbow, the crossbow arrow was fired without aiming.

The peripheral visual images were already engraved in his memory. He didn't aim at all, and he was afraid that he wouldn't have time to aim.

There was a muffled sound of being shot into the flesh, followed by a low scream of pain.

He hit the opponent, but he was not seriously injured as expected.The agility of a first-level thief is much higher than that of ordinary people. Although his arm has just been seriously injured, it has little effect on actions such as getting up and dodging.

So the crossbow arrow that was supposed to hit the vital part of the upper body was hurriedly shot into the opponent's left shoulder.

The thief suddenly raised his uninjured hand and shouted with a distorted face: "You lowly half-elf brat, I can't wait for you to die first. I will take good care of your corpses and use them as fertilizer for my flower house."

Before he finished speaking, a bow string sounded. It turned out that this level of thieves also carried an arm crossbow, which was much smaller than the short-arm crossbow in Loki's hand.

The moment Loki saw the opponent raising the crossbow, his heart went cold. According to the direction of the crossbow, he tried to dodge sideways, and at the same time tried to block the arrow with the crossbow in his hand.

A black shadow flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't block it fast enough. Loki only felt a slight pain in his shoulder. He turned his head and found that the injury was not serious, just a shallow cut on his left shoulder.

  The image will be recorded and analyzed in an instant, and some data will pop up in the optic nerve imaging. The half-elf boy immediately knew that the opponent's crossbow was more exquisite and compact, but its power and speed were not as good as the dwarf's high-quality crossbow in his hand.

Seeing the other person getting up to approach him, the half-elf boy only had one thought in his mind.

"We must not let him get close to us. Absolutely not. I would rather be hit by a crossbow arrow than let a thief get close to me."

Loki's masseter muscles on his cheeks were tense. He ignored the soreness in his arms and used all his explosive strength to string the short-arm crossbow again, put another crossbow arrow in, raised it and fired.

Even if he didn't aim at all, he didn't have to worry about the accuracy of the crossbow. This time the arrow hit the thief's thigh.

The thief let out another groan of pain, and his body staggered suddenly, but before he reached the bottom, he was already extremely resentful of the half-elves opposite him. He wished he could kill all the lowly half-elves.

Shooting the opponent's thigh was a deliberate result of Loki. When a person is standing and walking, the crotch is the most difficult part to dodge.

Moreover, the opponent's armor does not have a good curvature and lacks a way to block. If he chooses a key part of his upper body, he is likely to be dodged or blocked with his hands.

After shooting this arrow, Loki did not dare to stay where he was. He turned around, picked up the crossbow and arrows, and ran away.

When he reached the mount, he turned over and sat on the goat's back, using both legs and the reins in his hands to control it at the same time.

It turned out that Loki was riding the ram, and he turned around and ran away without looking back. He had no intention of taking advantage of others.

"Half-elf cub, I will cut off your head with my own hands. I, Justin, swear that I will bury your little head in a flowerpot."

The professional thief couldn't catch up behind him, so he could only yell like crazy.

At the same time, he also pulled up the crossbow string and tried to shoot the half-elf kid on the sheep's back that he hated. Unfortunately, the shooting range of the exquisite arm crossbow was not enough, and it was too dark in front, making it difficult for his eyes to distinguish the target.

……

After scolding several times angrily, the thief Justin decided to give him a simple treatment first.

The arrowheads of the two crossbows had almost formed penetrating injuries. He only had to pinch off the crossbow shaft and squeeze out the arrowheads from the front. The serious injury was to the hand, which had already damaged the bones.

Justin groaned in pain while treating the wounds on his body with a cold sweat on his face.

Thinking of the half-elf kid who caused him pain, a crazy and cold look appeared on his face again, but there was no contempt and ridicule at the beginning.

Wrapping the last bandage on the severely injured arm, Justin thought angrily, "The lowly half-elf kid can't run very far. Soon he will find the horses and those idiots from the Black Street Brotherhood."

"I should be able to capture him alive tomorrow morning. Should I kill the half-elf cub first?"

The thief who had taken care of the wound was slowly getting up. His attention was a little distracted at this moment. Suddenly, there seemed to be a soft sound of piercing the air in his ears.

Seeing a dark shadow quickly passing by in front of his eyes, Justin instinctively tried to dodge and block, and bad thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Oops, that half-elf kid is back. How dare he, how dare he?"

That black shadow turned out to be a dagger, which only scratched Justin's shoulder. He was glad that he had escaped in time, and a frightened and angry thought suddenly aroused in his heart.

But before he could think any more, the faint sound of a crossbow string reached his ears, and then he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, an unbearable pain as if his intestines had been torn apart.

He could no longer bear the serious injury, and his whole body fell to the ground. A familiar voice came from his ears, it was the half-elf he swore to catch and kill.

"Thief - Mr. Justin, haha, what a coincidence, we meet again."

From the depths of darkness, a half-elf boy holding a crossbow walked out. At the same time, he was holding a stubborn old goat in his other hand.