Cobb Forest was foggy all year round. Even in the afternoon, when the sun was at its peak and the temperature was the highest, the fog in the forest would still reduce the visibility to within three to four hundred meters.
Therefore, for Francis, who had been running for two to three kilometers, he could no longer tell which way was east, which was west, which was north, which was south.
Here, the dazzling sunlight above his head was completely blocked by the lush trees and the fog. When walking in the forest, the brightness of the surrounding environment was like the evening when the sun was about to set. Under such circumstances, the chirping of insects and birds in the forest would become more and more noisy. Sometimes, it would even be a little … ear-piercing.
Francis was extremely anxious at this time.
As the eldest son of the Duke and the descendant of the most powerful noble in the Eiffta territory, his living conditions had always been good since he was young. Soft beds, warm fireplaces in winter, exquisite and nutritious meals, excellent education … So for many years, he had not really suffered much. Other than staying in the farmhouse when he was patrolling the border, he had never survived in the wild. So in terms of "survival in the wild", he was not even comparable to a mercenary who had just entered the profession.
And with such experience growing up, it was not surprising that he had lost his way in the forest.
Staring straight ahead, the dark forest in Francis's eyes had become a horrible hell that he had never imagined. His breathing was rapid, his wand was soaked in sweat, and the warhorse under him was too tired to run anymore. All kinds of inexplicable noises in his ears made him even more nervous, and he could not relax.
I miscalculated!
Francis wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it clearly. His mind was in a mess. He had never thought that Sally would have such a powerful backup plan!
No wonder she would run to the west gate without caring about anything. It turned out that this cunning sister of his had already planned everything …
After looking back to make sure that there were no pursuers, Francis took a deep breath and relaxed a little. But he still raised his wand and continued to condense the elements of the "Ice Shield" around him.
The resentment and resentment that had accumulated in his heart along the way finally erupted at this moment. He couldn't help but say fiercely, "Just you wait, I'll definitely make you die without a burial place!"
But just as he finished speaking, he felt his hair stand on end. Just as he was about to raise his head to look around, the "Ice Shield" beside him exploded with a "ka" sound!
The Ice Shield was originally hidden in the air, and it would only appear when it was attacked. But at this moment, Francis widened his eyes and stared at the white cracks on the shield on his left.
The cobweb-like pattern had a radius of one meter. Upon closer inspection, he saw a long arrow nailed to the outside of the shield!
While he was in a daze, another shadow flashed in the dark forest.
In his field of vision, the second arrow shot through the head of the war horse he was riding. The horse that was originally moving forward immediately fell forward, and Francis leaned forward uncontrollably. In the next moment, the third arrow shattered the Ice Shield that could no longer be maintained.
The arrow brushed past the back of his head, leaving a three-centimeter-long gash on it.
If not for the fact that the shield had deflected the arrow a little when it shattered, Francis's head would have been pierced by the arrow!
"Plop!"
Francis, who fell to the ground, couldn't care less about the cold sweat all over his body. He immediately turned over and rolled away from the corpse of the war horse. He quickly waved the wand in his hand and released a second "Ice Shield". Then, he rolled and crawled towards a big tree on the side.
In just a second, the shield that he had just released was hit again with a click. But this time, the arrow slid off the shield and only left a white scratch on it. The long arrow was still going strong and was nailed to the trunk of the tree next to him. Francis was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating.
Francis was running away in a panic. For an honorable elementalist, he was absolutely terrified. However, Francis did not have the time to maintain his demeanor. He knew that if he was one step slower, he would definitely lose his life!
That was because no matter how slow he was, he still knew who had shot those arrows...
That damn scout that always messed up his plans!
"Roddy! How dare you sneak attack me?! You are treason! You are — "
"Pa!"
The arrow almost brushed past Francis' ear. The arrowhead splashed on his face along with the pieces of tree bark, directly interrupting his incoherent speech.
"This scumbag … this bastard …"
The speed of magic power gathering increased. Francis cursed as he tried his best to restore the form of the "Ice Shield". His heart was mixed with anger and fear, but he didn't know which one was more important.
Before he met Roddy, Francis never believed that the power of the arrow could penetrate the "Ice Shield". Different from plate armor and chain armor, the magic shield had a very high defense against long-range piercing damage because of its spherical structure. It could even directly resist most of the attacks. What was more undeniable was that the power of the arrow would always be weaker than the power of the close-range sword.
Ordinary sword attacks might not even be able to break the Ice Shield in one shot. But just now, he was almost shot to death by the continuous arrows. This situation could only mean one thing: Roddy's attack was not only powerful, but the moment the arrow hit the shield, the angle of the arrow was perpendicular to the spherical surface of the shield, so the power of the arrow reached the maximum!
This had always been a "theoretical value", belonging to the situation of "if it was achieved, it was purely a coincidence".
But just now, Francis had personally experienced what it meant to be marvelous. Rody's archery allowed him to dance face to face with the Grim Reaper.
After figuring out the key points, Francis was in despair to find that the "small fry" in the distance, who was originally not worth mentioning, now had the ability to take his life at any time.
"Impossible … This is definitely a coincidence …"
He breathed heavily, trying to calm the fear in his heart, but his body could not stop shaking. But soon he realized that he was too cowardly, so he immediately bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down!
As an advanced "Elementalist" and a noble, Francis had always been proud. Since he became a magic class at the age of 20, it was always others who were amazed by his talent. Since when did Francis ever feel jealous of others?
But now, he really experienced such a "low-level emotion", and what followed was a great backlash from his self-esteem. Although it was clear that he was now at a disadvantage, Francis immediately focused his attention on the battle with the sharp pain brought by the tip of his tongue. His nose was filled with the taste of blood, but the panic in his eyes was gradually replaced by calmness. After thinking for a while, Francis reached into his arms and took out two bottles and a scroll. He calmed his mind, and then … narrowed his eyes slightly.
"When have I, Francis, ever been afraid of an enemy …"
Ignoring the blood on the back of his head, he held his wand tightly and whispered to himself.
In the silent forest, a silent confrontation began.
Francis leaned against a tree trunk, calmed his breath, and immediately raised his wand. After chanting for three seconds, he released a buff spell called "Elemental Condensation", followed by "Elemental Sensitivity", which had a casting time of 5 seconds, and then "Elemental Sentries" one after another.
After casting a dozen "Elemental Sentries" in a row, he immediately opened a bottle of blue potion and poured it into his mouth. Then he clenched his teeth and endured the violent impact of the potion on his internal organs and brain.
Such a process was indeed his only choice at the moment. 'Elemental Condensation' could maintain the elemental density around his body at a relatively high level. Although it consumed a lot of mana, with the existence of such a 'buff', his casting speed and the power of his spells could be increased by 15%.
And "Elemental Sensitivity" combined with "Elemental Sentries" was similar to a spider using the vibration of its web to detect the movement of its prey. In other words, Francis could now detect the approaching enemy through all the "Elemental Sentries" within a 50-meter radius.
This was the most effective way for an "Elemental Master" to fight against an assassin or a long-range archer. But from another perspective, any low-level Elemental Master would be in a situation of "mana depletion" after casting all these skills. Therefore, without the support of "Intermediate Magic Potion", very few people would use this "extravagant" way to deal with an enemy.
However, Francis, who had two bottles of Mana Recovery Potion in his hands, really put up a desperate fight against Roddy.
When all the skills were cast, Francis, who had his back against the tree trunk to recover his magic power, finally regained some of his confidence. He had already condensed a Fireball in his hand, ready to attack at any time.
"Crack."
Dozens of meters away, the subtle sound of branches breaking was almost inaudible, but Francis, who had set up dozens of "Elemental Sentries", immediately jumped out from behind the tree trunk, raised his hand, and threw out a Fireball. In the dark forest, a yellow trace suddenly flew across, followed by a loud explosion!
The Fireball with the help of "Elemental Condensation" was very powerful, and even its speed was much faster than ordinary fireballs. It directly blew up a giant tree that needed two people to wrap their arms around it, and the released shockwave rolled up a lot of fallen leaves and dust. It was very powerful. However, during this process, Francis stared at the distance, and his expression did not relax at all.
The next moment, when the giant tree was falling sideways, Francis suddenly noticed the shadow of a moving cloak in the range of the "Elemental Sentries". He instantly threw out three "Icicle Spells", and the white shadow that flashed across the air immediately nailed itself on a distant tree root. Through the white mist that rose when the icicle broke, Francis vaguely saw some pieces of cloak that were torn.
"Idiot … You're dead!"
He snorted coldly and immediately retreated to hide behind another tree. The "Crack" sound beside his ear meant that the arrow that Roddy shot back at him was easily cut off by the shield … Although neither of them hit the other in this round, Francis obviously thought that he had the upper hand.
Francis drank another mouthful of potion and raised his hand to grab the magic scroll that could instantly cast Level 3 "Frost Nova". At this time, he had completely regained his confidence.
However, the confident Francis would never have thought that at this time, Roddy, who was standing at the edge of the detection range of the "Elemental Sentries" with the help of the "Stealth Spell", was shaking his head disdainfully.
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