Just because the feather arrows can't penetrate the scorching wall of fire doesn't mean I'm necessarily comfortable in it. 『(8)Δ(一)』中Δ文网ん.ん81.

If I hadn't used my blade to resist the Flame Falcon's momentum, my hair would have been burned clean by now, and it would be the same treatment as killing a pig and burning it.

The large amount of magic carried by the Flame Falcon finally slowly weakened, and the burning sensation emitted from it also slowly faded at the same time, which was the manifestation of running out of magic.

It's just that the magician in front of me is still holding a magic wand to me, and the second flame falcon on the head of the wand has already begun to take shape, and it seems that she is planning to use this trick to consume me here!

At the moment, there are only two possible methods, the first is to take the annoying young archer hostage so that her attack has nowhere to be targeted, and the second is to force a breakthrough of the beaded arrows, approach the magician's side as quickly as possible, and cut off her magic wand with the most violent means.

The magic wand is a medium used by magicians to condense large-scale magic, and if the magic wand is destroyed, she can only release the most ordinary magic missiles at most, and in terms of my current defense and recovery power, it will hurt at most, and there may not be skin injuries.

Thinking about the reason why I was attacked this time, it was that I wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat, and then look at the current situation, and instantly feel sad from it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh, and while resisting the arrows, I began to think about what way to deal with it.

The first method is the most effective and convenient, but it is a bit mean, especially when the thought of capturing the annoying young archer as a hostage makes the whole person feel disgusted to swallow a toad alive.

Don't blame me for feeling this way, it's that your first impression as a young man is too bad.

So, I forcibly decided to try the second method.

While parrying the seventh feather arrow with the straight sword, I moved, and my feet hit the ground hard, and I slammed out, and I felt as if I had turned into a cheetah.

At the same time, my eyes were fixed on the magician's expression, and from her slightly frowning brow and narrowing pupils, I could sense that she was nervous.

Maybe it's because this kind of situation has rarely happened in the past, or maybe she thinks it's too late if she doesn't do it.

Anyway, when I was still about four meters away from her, the unformed flame falcon was released on the head of the magic wand, flapping a pair of wings that were several sizes smaller, and crashed into me.

I might lose against Harold, but if I collide with an incomplete flame falcon like this, I'm still 80% sure that I can easily win.

As for the remaining 20 percent, one percent was that my clothes were burned, and the other percent was that my hair was burned.

I held my breath and concentrated, gathered my strength in my hand, the blade was outward, and I slashed out, and I invariably let out a soft shout: "Break!" ”

Call!

After a loud sound, the rushing flaming falcon opened a thin slit with flames from the middle, and the aftermath continued unabated, grazing my shoulders, striking left and right, and making a small explosion.

The female magician, who was less than two meters away in front of her, also divided the magic wand in her hand into two parts from the middle, one was still firmly held in her hand, and the other fell to the ground with only a soft sound.

Looking at her expression, there was surprise and horror, and there was confusion in disbelief.

Especially when she looked at the half-cut magic wand in her hand, the heartache and lingering complaints were wantonly released, and the eyes that looked at me also had a complicated taste.

But I only glanced at it, for not far away, the young archer, whom I hated, had shot arrows at me with his bow and arrows on any occasion.

"It's really eyeless, your teacher didn't teach you, do you have to know how to stop in moderation?"

I muttered, and once again the cheetah thought it was, and lunged at the young archer.

Before, I focused most of my attention on the female magician, so I didn't care about him, but now, when I have time, he is still endless, this is a typical nose kicking and face drying, and it needs to be taught harshly!

Most of the feathered arrows he shot didn't hurt me, and with a swing of his sword, he blocked all the arrows, and in the blink of an eye, I was less than two meters away from him.

Draw your hands, swing your knife, slash, slash, all in one go!

The imposing-looking powerful bow was silently broken in two after the blade slashed.

The young man in charge of the bow had a stunned expression on his face, and after a few seconds, a pair of legs began to tremble, and then, as soon as he sat on the ground, his whole body began to tremble.

Why are all these adventurers with a bit of brains lately?

Either they are arrogant if they don't agree with each other, or they start working without saying a word, and after being abused and oppressed, they all look like wheeled lambs on their faces, as if they have suffered a lot of grievances, insults, and tortures.

I really want to point to his face and say to him: I tell you, I just don't have a bad taste, otherwise, with your expression and this demeanor, you will be bound, dripping wax, hanging and beaten, and you will not stop if you are not broken!

But I didn't say it.

There was a circle of rookie adventurers about my age, trembling from afar, and not far away, there was a beautiful magician about the same age as Yura, staring at me with complicated eyes, and at the same time under the gaze of these two searchlights, I was really a little ashamed to speak.

At this moment, in the distance, I saw two familiar figures approaching Harold and Yura.

The two of them walked quickly, and it didn't take long for them to come closer, first looked at the surrounding scene, and asked me a little helplessly: "You did all this?" ”

"Yes, President!" When the man sitting on the ground saw Harold coming, he actually had the strength to get up from the ground, and first complained: "That's it, he did it, and Captain Yuffie was also injured by him!" ”

Yura's face was strange, a little funny, and a little helpless, she first looked at me, then at Captain Yuffie not far away, sighed, walked over, and whispered greetings, I don't know what to say, and I don't want to know, I just want to see how Harold solves this matter.

Harold's face was displeased, he was silent for a while, and said to the young man: "Morris, do you know who he is?" ”

"He ......" Morris had a confused expression, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and after a while, he said: "He, who is he?" ”

With just these three words, this man named Morris has already refreshed the bottom line of the brain-dead world.

Temeow didn't understand it, and asked Harold who I was, isn't this sick!

This can't be someone on it, otherwise Harold would have closed his eyes and covered his ears, and he wouldn't have allowed this kind of character to enter his guild!

This is not to strengthen one's own strength at all, this is completely a humanoid scourge!