My Magic Age

Alloy bow, as the name suggests, the whole war bow is made of alloy, whether it is the bow handle or the reeds on the two wings, even the bowstring is made of extremely thin and tough twisted rope with mithril and hair-thin steel wire. Such a war bow can be used as a weapon even in close combat. If combined with close combat martial arts, the powerful bowstring can be used to strangle the enemy. Another advantage of such a combat bow is that the bowstring is not made of cow tendon, is not afraid of water and fire, and has a very high adaptability to the environment. That is, during normal maintenance, grease needs to be applied frequently to key parts to prevent the alloy bow from rusting.

This rain made a large number of ironwood bows lose their original power, and the bowstrings became loose, making even basic projectiles difficult.

Therefore, at this time, Kuz held an alloy bow in his hand, showing extraordinary lethality and deterrence, just like the three robbers at this time, seeing a werewolf boy standing on the back of the Yagui beast, holding an alloy bow in his hand, a wind wolf tooth arrow already on the bowstring, staring at the three robbers in the distance.

The bandit leader hesitated for a while. During the days and nights of looting in the wilderness, he had encountered people who dared to resist. On the contrary, most hunters who walked alone or formed teams in the wilderness had some skills they relied on, and most hunters chose to resist. However, even if he had encountered some warriors or hunters of level 8 or 9, the bandit leader's psychology had never been as uneasy as it was now. The werewolf boy standing on the back of the Yagui beast had a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, but where did he get such strong confidence in his eyes?

The entire wilderness was the world of the orcs. In the past years, the gray dwarves on the Pai Plateau acted as wilderness bandits, causing great suffering to the orc hunters in the wilderness. Not only did they lose a lot of property, but often they even lost their lives. The orcs' beliefs made them seem not to fear death, but this did not mean that the hot-tempered orcs would tolerate the plundering of the gray dwarves, so an expulsion and annihilation war took place at the most inappropriate time to start a war. At this time, the orc world had been emptied of its wealth by the luxury goods sold by human merchants. At this time, a war also required a lot of resources. The orcs finally won the war, but they still needed to tighten their belts to make a living. I've gone off topic. What I want to say is that the entire northern foothills wasteland is now the world of orcs. Human warriors usually come to this wasteland for many reasons. The most important one is that they don't know how to survive in the wasteland. Water, food, monsters and the invasion of orcs will make human warriors lose more than half of their combat effectiveness. Even if human merchants want to obtain a large amount of magic antelope skin paper, most of the time they only choose to purchase it. It is not cost-effective to organize hunting in the wasteland, and it is easy to offend the hunter forces on the Pai Plateau. Therefore, it is not easy to meet humans in the wasteland. There are even fewer opportunities to meet human women in the wasteland. In the human world, most women choose to stay away from war. This is their right, so correspondingly, human female warriors are the rarest among all races.

The bandit leader thought that the two beauties on the Yagui beast, both of whom were stunning in appearance and figure, were not threatening at all. The gorgeous swords they wore were mostly decorative, not to mention thinking of magicians, what a joke! Magicians are notoriously rare in the human world. Only one in ten thousand will appear. How could it be so easy for a noble magician to appear in the wilderness?

So where is the real threat? Could it be just such a werewolf boy? I huddled under the torn wolf skin, a mass of gray mist that kept flowing. Although my vision was very blurry at this time, at such a close distance, I could still see the constipated expression of the strong lion-tiger bandit leader. Finally, he finally asked a ridiculous question: "Did his brother help us kill his two men, and then took our benefits and ran away?"

"They are all dead!" Kuz said honestly. I saw the burning fire in his eyes. I knew he was on the verge of an explosion, but he could still hold back at this time. According to his previous temper, this was simply impossible. Kuz was such an impulsive werewolf boy! The reason why he could hold back at this time was 100% because I was accidentally picked on the tip of the gun.

Kuz picked up a huge saber that was also huge and bloodstained. He casually threw it at the feet of the Yagui beast with his unique wolf-like proud expression. Suddenly, I felt the murderous intent bursting out from the lion-tiger bandit leader. The cold murderous intent made me shiver directly in the wolfskin mattress. At this moment, his solid mental defense line finally loosened a little.

Right now!

In the last few seconds when I could still maintain the "Shadow Cloak" state, the lion-tiger leader's vigilance was broken by his huge anger, and a rare loophole appeared. I bit the bullet and seized this only opportunity, driving the mist I turned into, circling down along the spear shaft like a grass snake, and squatting behind him as a faint human shadow. When my feet touched the back of the Gubolai horse, the horse pedaled its hind hooves very hard in a very uneasy manner. The lion-tiger carrying the spear thought that the Gubolai horse was having a temper, and kicked the stirrup very uncomfortably, and pulled the reins to try to calm the Gubolai horse down and keep it ready for the charge.

But I had already returned to my human form, crouching on the back of the Gubolai horse like a little monkey, holding the wolf tooth dagger in my right hand and sticking to the back of the young lion-tiger warrior, and thrusting the dagger hard along the gap of the leather armor.

"Ah!"

The lion-tiger felt a sharp pain in his back, screamed and grabbed behind him.

I have experience in this matter! When I was fighting with the dwarf bandits at the exit of the Death Road, the first gray dwarf I killed was killed by me in this way, and I was also caught by him in the backhand. If Kuz hadn't caught me at that time, I would have been caught by the dwarf with one hand and fell to death on the cliff.

At this time, the lion-tiger also subconsciously grabbed with his backhand. According to the strategy I had thought of, I drew out the dagger to meet his arm that was grabbing back, and used the sharp edge of the dagger to block it. For this posture and reaction speed, I have practiced a lot in normal times, and now I have no hesitation in the action.

A hairy hand with an inch-long wrist flew back along my ear with a handful of blood. There was another heart-wrenching scream. The entire left hand of the spear-wielding lion-tiger warrior had been neatly cut off along the wrist by my sharp dagger. This was exactly the place where the leather armor could not cover. At this time, I also felt a heavy object hit my chest.

It was the half-broken limb with the palm missing that hit my chest with the inertia of the backward swing. I had no time to resist and was knocked away by the huge force. I felt a fishy and salty taste in my throat, and warm liquid rushed out of my mouth, turning into a blood arrow and spilling in the air. And I was knocked off my horse like a sandbag.

The lion-tiger took advantage of the situation and turned his horse's head. Seeing me rolling in the mud, he roared angrily: "Ah! It's an assassin, it turns out to be you, little brat!"

The lion-tiger warrior swung the four-meter-long black iron spear with one hand, just like swinging a baseball bat easily. Taking advantage of the momentum of the Gubolai horse, he swung it towards my head.

"Damn it!"

I didn't expect that the lion-tiger warrior who was stabbed in the back with a poisoned dagger and had his left hand cut off could still have such a strong fighting power, and was so brave that he could swing such a heavy iron spear as a stick.

Our original plan was that after I launched such a surprise attack, I would hide in the trap array set by the frost scroll. At this time, Kuz and Qige would hold back other bandits on the Yagui beast side. We have always relied on these frost traps placed in the puddles. The best option is to maximize their use to hold back the enemy. But I didn't expect that the counterattack of the lion-tiger man who was stabbed in the back and had one hand cut off by me would be so sharp. If this shot hit me, I would be directly smashed into two pieces. Even the powerful "self-healing" power could not recover me.

In a panic, I rolled in the mud. But my magic perception was walking around, and I could clearly feel the movement trajectory of the big iron gun that had reached a speed of breaking sound and cut through the air. Without thinking, I subconsciously bent my arms and hugged my head to shrink my body into a round meat ball, allowing myself to use the power of the lion-tiger man's punch on my chest to roll back as much as possible.

But after all, it was a roll, and the speed was no match for the iron spear. At the moment when the iron spear was already behind me, I used my strong perception and didn't need to see it with my eyes to accurately judge the landing point of the iron spear. I never thought that my body's perception ability could spread to the surrounding area of ​​the body, and I could feel the momentum of the iron spear more clearly. At the last critical moment, my whole body was like a stretched spring, and my legs kicked the ground like a carp. Relying on the inertia of rapid backward rolling, I jumped half a meter high. It was exactly at this height that the big iron spear just brushed against the cotton clothes on my back and swept past. The strong wind it brought was like a claw, tearing the cotton clothes on my back into pieces. I felt a burning pain on my back.

I didn't expect that even if I opened my eyes behind me, it would be impossible to accurately grasp the fleeting opportunity and make the most perfect evasive action when the iron spear could not change its momentum. At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat. I knew that if I hadn't dodged the shot, I would have died here. I once again relied on my sharp perception to avoid the fatal blow at the right time. At this time, my body was already close to the edge of the frost trap and entered the set trap array.