Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Siegel also changed his face at this time and nodded vigorously. He flicked his fingers, untied the long rope that bound him, and then cast the attack deflection spell. A hazy halo covered the two of them, making them blurry and unreal from a distance. This spell does not have a strong resistance to long-range attacks like the protective arrow, but the advantage is that it can face various situations more comprehensively.

The two slowed their horses and took their weapons in their hands. Leah took off the bow and arrow, took it in her hand, and stood on the saddle. Although the horse swayed, the elf stood upright like a javelin.

"It should be the smell coming from the northwest." Leah judged the direction of the wind, then raised her eyes to look in that direction.

There is a fork in front of the road. The narrow road can only pass two-wheeled donkey carts. Only villagers and traveling merchants will walk on this road. The two walked along the road and saw some red bloodstains scattered sparsely on the rubble on the left. The blood has not yet completely coagulated, and the bits and pieces are connected into a long line, extending all the way to the woods by the river.

The leaves had long since fallen, and the grass had wilted in winter, so there was not much shade in the woods. However, these trees grew on the hillock and were blocked by the terrain, and the other side of the hillock was out of sight of the two of them. Siegel waved his wand and cast a spell, summoning two flamehounds and ordering them to rush into the woods in search of their enemies. Elf Leia has been paying attention to the direction the hound is heading, for fear that someone will be ambushed behind the tree trunk and kill them by surprise.

The Hound stepped over the dead grass, leaving little scorched smoke. They enter the woods, jumping between tree trunks and dry bushes. There was no movement in the woods, and there seemed to be no ambush. Leah gave Siegel a wink, and the two walked along the blood trail together.

As they walked into the woods, the flamehound spotted the target. Next to a fallen tree, two smashed and blooming corpses were lying there. The scene was **** and tragic, and the strong smell of blood emanated from here. Large swaths of dark red blood soaked the surrounding ground, and the iron-clad wooden shield engraved with Ye Owl and the double swords was smashed. The culprit behind all this was an orc battle axe. It is now stuck on top of the shield wreckage.

Two corpses, one is a human warrior in a chain shirt, whose head was smashed by a tree trunk, and his appearance and age could no longer be distinguished. He had two hands clinging to the broad waist of the other corpse—a troll. His upper body has been flattened by trees, and he has lost the ability to fight. However, the powerful regenerative physique made him still have vitality, and his muscles were squirming, trying to escape from under the tree trunk.

The elf looked at Siegel and said, "I'll leave this to you. I won't have to bother."

Siegel ordered the flamehound to go up and bite the troll, and where the fire had burned, the wound could not regenerate. A flamehound pounced on it, but the other suddenly sounded a warning.

Following the direction indicated by the hound, there were faint sounds of fighting and the neighing of horses. It looks like the fight is still going on on the other side of the woods. Leaving the flame hound to clean up the corpse on the ground, the two of them walked quickly and quickly climbed to the top of the hill. Looking down from here, in the barren open space at the edge of the forest, a melee is going on tensely.

Eight men in brown-black half-armor, or holding great swords. Or equipped with flails and shields, surrounded by eight warriors. They were all injured, and the white air they exhaled from exhaustion formed a swaying white mist in the air. Behind the city wall they made of their bodies, there was a middle-aged man and woman. The man's brown hair was messily attached to his face, and with the cover of blood stains, he could no longer see his appearance. His leg was injured, blood stained his blue trousers, and the woman was tearing off her white dress to bandage him. The knights faced a very unfavorable situation, but they were always shoulder to shoulder, focusing on the enemy in front of them.

Ten Trolls.

These trolls are fully armed. The black iron armor wraps the body with regenerative ability, and the thick arms hold the orc battle axe, which can give full play to the ferocity and cruelty of this weapon. From time to time, they used this long-handled weapon to strike the giant sword of the opposite knight, making a crisp sound. It also consumes the opponent's stamina by the way.

It was the troll on the outside who really launched the attack. Its size is obviously larger than that of its peers, so there is no suitable armor at all, and it can only wear a chain shirt as a scarf. Instead of wielding an axe, the troll held an iron staff topped with a skull. He recited a few words, and summoned a small hammer emitting a blood-colored light from the top of his head, and slammed into the besieged knights.

The hammer appears translucent. The whole is only the size of a fist, and it seems to have no weight when floating in the air. But if it was hit by a hammer, it would be hard. The iron-clad wooden shield made a dull sound, and then hummed under the effect of the shock. The knight holding the shield gritted his teeth. Even though his arm was broken and repeated attacks made him unconscious from under his elbow, he still had to raise his shield when necessary to protect his companions from danger.

There were corpses lying all over the ground, some of them were trolls, but more of them belonged to humans. A few of them were wearing armor - also brown and black half-armor, but most of the others were civilians in civilian clothes. Siegel also saw the bodies of three women in dresses. There were a few trolls who fell to the ground around, with broken hands and feet, and blood flowed to the ground. But they are not completely dead, and the wounds on their bodies are constantly healing.

"Save people!" Leah and Siegel said in unison.

Siegel waved his wand, used the core of the Rune Elemental Guard to summon fire elemental energy, and removed his anger and killing intent, condensing it into the fire element, making it more violent and dangerous. In this way, he can continue to think calmly and focus on preparing for the next spell.

Leah's attack is much simpler and clearer. She shoots arrows with a bow, and the target is the troll with the skeleton iron staff. Elvish spikes pierced its unchained waist. Blood splattered everywhere, and the spell condensed in the troll's hand failed. He looked viciously at the top of the hill, and found two people who came to reinforce him.

"There are reinforcements! Everyone hold on!" the brown-haired man who was being bandaged shouted: "Don't give up, don't panic, victory belongs to us!"

The troll priest's skull scepter waved in the air, shouting and ordering the warriors to charge forward. They would rather let the swordsman's weapon slash at the flesh and blood, but also exchange wounds for their lives and kill the enemy as soon as possible.

The pressure of the besieged people suddenly increased greatly, and they did not dare to stab their weapons easily, lest they get stuck in the bones of the troll and could not be pulled out, and then they would lose their last defensive strength. Therefore, the swordsmen try to use the blocking method as much as possible. Knock the enemy's weapon out of the way, then keep pushing and shoving the enemy to prevent them from rushing through the defense.

Siegel's Fire Elemental rushed towards the trolls, bright red light illuminating the entire battlefield. attracted the attention of the pastor. Their natural fear of fire makes them their most dangerous foes. The priest called out the name of the **** loudly, condensing the power of the magic.

The mage heard his prayer and learned that the troll priest believed in the **** of murder. This is a deity condensed from cruelty, blood and intrigue, whose sole purpose is to gain a sense of fulfillment from the destruction of life.

The priest of the **** of murder is one of the most fearsome of all priests. It is said that their hands can easily quench the flames of life, and their breath can devour the souls of the living. In addition, they are proficient in necromancy control, and even the undead created by mages are often taken away from them by them - it only takes a few words of time.

The fire elemental pounced on the priest, and the troll's spell was finished. A purple-red light emanated from the top of the skeleton staff and enveloped the fire element. Siegel felt that the ability of the core of the magic weapon to attract elements was still there, but the function of condensing into an elemental warrior was blocked. The fire element turned into scattered flames, which were dispersed after only a few swings in the air.

The core of the instrument composed of gold and gems fell on the stone ground with a crisp sound. The troll priest was completely unmoved. His next spell is in the works.

Leah bent her bow and shot arrows and went straight to the priest's brow. The iron-clad warriors who were prepared beside them knocked off the arrow with an axe and roared at the two of Siegel. But it was not carried away, still sticking to the priest's side, eyeing the enemy on the opposite side.

Siegel knew that he lost the advantage of the surprise attack, so in the next battle, the head-to-head confrontation would be very disadvantageous. But as a mage, he has his own way. Putting one hand on Elf Leah's body, waved the wand with the other hand, mobilizing the surrounding magical energy. He said softly, "Relax. Don't try to resist magic."

There was a cloud of fire condensed in the air, which was the burning flame summoned by the priest of the **** of murder. He loudly praised the beauty of slaughter, and excitedly chanted the prestige of God. A flash of lightning exploded from the cloud of fire, followed by a column of purple-red fire that fell from the sky.

The wizard smiled slightly. His spell was also completed. I saw that the bodies of him and the elf exuded a milky white halo, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The pillar of fire hit hard, but it only burned a piece of charred black in the open space.

This spell is called any door, and it is a spell that teleports a short distance within the line of sight. Siegel moved to the side of the battlefield with Elf Leah and hid behind the trees. They regained concealment and once again had the advantage of sneak attack.

The troll shook his head. Look around for signs of enemies. There seems to be a human being and a mage hiding behind every tree~www.readwn.com~ He always seems to see the phantom of the robe fluttering in the corner of his eyes. The armored troll shouted angrily, cursing at his cowardly foe, using vicious language to try to make Siegel lose his cool. His behavior was completely futile, and the loud shouting also covered the sound of Liara's bow and arrow.

"Quickly destroy the enemy!" Leah said softly to the longbow in her hand. The blessing from the moon **** activated the power of the longbow, and responded in firm Elvish language: "Kill without mercy!"

Leah will target the troll priest, and the "Vengeance Bow" will help her to improve the accuracy of her shooting and exert more power. The elf reached for the quiver, and Siegel's hand reached it faster than hers.

The mage recited words and added the power of the elements to the feather arrow. While this strengthening cannot last, it is enough to play an important role in this battle. The originally pure white feather arrow was dyed crimson, and the pure fire element power was condensed on it. Siegel deliberately controlled the process of casting the spell to avoid obvious light, so as to maintain the advantage of the two of them hiding.

Leah drew three feathered arrows at once and placed them on the bowstring at the same time. The longbow that has been strengthened by vows can drive more feather arrows, and it will not affect their initial speed at all. The elf took a deep breath and aimed at the back of the troll priest's head.

It does not yet know that death has loomed over it. (To be continued.)