All the undead High Elves in front of them were wearing the clothes they once wore. Due to the time barrier, these clothes from 700 years ago did not show any signs of wear or tear. It was no longer surprising to see them in such a way. But at that moment, Akasha suddenly noticed a robed … Mage?
When she first summoned them, Akasha had actually been resistant to coming into contact with the Undead. So, she had never noticed the difference in the original identity of these Undead. Only now did she realize that among these undead, there were not only "commoners", there were also high-ranking mages or "arcanists" among them.
She walked up to the "Arcanist" and took a closer look. The "Arcanist" was a beautiful High Elf woman. She was slightly taller than Akasha. The robe inlaid with runes made her look very different from the ordinary High Elves around her. Looking closely, she could also see a slender staff at her waist. Akasha reached out her hand and hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, she said, "Sorry." Then, she carefully searched the robe to see if there was anything hidden in it.
Soon, she saw a piece of parchment that recorded the last moments of her life. The slightly scribbled High Elf language recorded her life. At the same time, it also contained her final despair and helplessness. Although it was just a few simple lines, Akasha stared at it in a daze for a long time.
After all … they were all living people with names, lives, and dreams.
She pursed her lips, feeling very emotional. Akasha had actually thought of using the Holy Light to completely purify these Undead. But now that the war was about to begin, these 1,500 elite Undead soldiers were an important trump card in Roddy's hands. Not only could he not abandon them, he had to keep them well.
"War … is such a bastard."
Akasha sighed. In the face of cruel reality, she could only suppress her emotional side. But the gloominess in her heart still lingered. She gritted her teeth and reached out to cast a powerful area of effect "Mind Calming Spell". She had tried to use this kind of divine spell on the Undead before, but the experiment proved that it did not have any effect. So, Akasha was not worried that the soldiers around her would be hurt.
However, before she calmed down, the reaction of the undead arcanist surprised Akasha: the undead arcanist's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to make a "blocking" gesture!
It seemed that the divine spell made it feel uncomfortable.
Akasha was stunned. Even when the spectres were burned to ashes by the holy light, none of them moved. Why did this arcanist have such a strange reaction?
Unconvinced, Lucien cast Mind-Calming Spell on the arcanist. This time, the arcanist reacted even more strongly — he took out his wand and cast an Arcana Shield!
"How … how is this possible!?"
The little priest stared at the undead in front of him, speechless for a long time.
*****
“Musi-tus！”
On the other side of the "Sorcerer's Area" was the "Magic Combat Test Field". To put it bluntly, it was the place where a group of sorcerers "fought". But now, only the sound of Roddy's chanting echoed in the air.
"Mage's Hand" was condensed under Roddy's gesture. As the name suggested, it looked like an enlarged translucent palm, and its power was only enough to pick up a few books.
But Roddy did not think that this spell was "useless". He raised the "Ice Crystal Thorn" in his left hand, and his right hand did not take the arrow like before. Instead, he directly pulled the bowstring.
At the same time, "Mage's Hand" grabbed the arrow in the quiver under his control and slowly lifted it to the side of the bow. Then, he pulled the bowstring with his fingers, aimed, and released the arrow —
"Pa!"
The next second, the arrow flew out, and the sound of the bowstring almost hitting the air was extremely ear-piercing.
Because "Mage's Hand" did not withdraw in time, the arrow was interrupted, so the shooting was a complete failure.
"The" Mediterranean Style "really doesn't work … Do I have to change to the" Mongolian Style "?"
Roddy was not upset. He simply took off the finger guard on his right hand while talking to himself and put on the "thumb ring" that he had just made two days ago.
"Mediterranean Style" was the shooting method that Roddy had always used. It was accurate and stable, but the shooting speed was its shortcoming, because it required the arrow to be placed on the left side of the bow, and when shooting, the index, middle, and ring fingers had to be involved in pulling the string together. Therefore, every shot was rather complicated.
"Mongolian Style", on the other hand, was the opposite. The arrow was placed on the right side of the bow, and the string was pulled with only the thumb. It was simple and fast, and it was originally used by nomads on horseback. Its biggest advantage was that it could produce extremely high damage output in a short time.
But its shortcoming was also obvious: poor accuracy.
But that was only in theory. In this world, all common sense could be overthrown.
After getting the "Elemental Summoner", Roddy knew that he had embarked on a completely different path from the "lone ranger". In the past, the "ranger" could be counted as a "versatile" class. He could deal damage, pull monsters, set traps, and carry pets to take damage, but that also made him somewhat mediocre in all aspects.
Now, after combining "witcher" and "elemental summoner", Roddy had the idea of changing his way of thinking …
The first step was to change the way of shooting. If he did not make any changes, his original advantage in archery would very likely become the shortcoming that restricted him.
When Roddy was holding the bow and thinking about the key points, Naifei quietly came to him and reached out to take his thumb ring. She smiled and said, "This ring is so ugly. I'll ask my mom to make you a better one!"
"That's not a ring. It's an archery tool." Roddy had long been used to Naifei hanging around him these days, so he did not say anything. He took out the casting materials and after casting "Magus' Hand", he controlled it to grab the arrows in the quiver …
"Haha, brother Roddy is so stupid!"
Naifei, who was standing beside him, suddenly laughed out loud.
Roddy was not angry at being laughed at at at all. He turned around and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Your 'Magus' Hand 'looks so stupid, as if you're drunk!"
Naifei said as she raised her hand. Then Roddy saw a small "Magus' Hand" floating beside his face. After it nimbly pulled out an arrow, it actually spun the shaft between its fingers like a fancy pen …
This time Roddy was a little shocked: no casting materials, simplified gestures and superb control, plus Naifei was less than 15 years old … When did her strength reach such a level?
Roddy did not know the identity of Naifei's mother. He only thought that she was a young "wizard". But now looking at the talent she showed, Roddy was sure that if Naifei was given enough time to develop, her achievements would be absolutely terrifying.
"Hee hee … Am I very powerful?"
Naifei was showing off quite a bit, but she knew that she should not hurt Roddy's confidence. She quickly waved her hand to dissipate the spell.
"Of course Naifei is powerful. I'm still far from it." Roddy told the truth. Thinking that this little fox always had a lot of ideas, he asked, "These days I always feel that there seems to be something wrong with my thinking. Do you want to help me?"
"Brother Roddy, are you asking me for advice?"
Nephi widened her eyes, and her shifty gaze seemed to be thinking about something else.
"Yes … I want to use a spell to help me take out the arrows."
"If you want to take out the arrows, why do you have to take them out one by one?"
"If I don't do that, do I have to take them all at once?"
Said Roddy as he commanded his "Mage Hand" to grab the twelve arrows. The shafts were so densely packed together that it was impossible to take them out.
"Ah! Brother Roddy is so stupid! "
Naifei did not hesitate to cast "Mage Hand" again when it came to her field. At the same time, she used "Dispel" to directly dispel Roddy's spell. When the twelve arrows fell to the ground, her "Mage Hand" suddenly stretched and changed its shape. After many small tentacles grew out, they grabbed all the arrows one by one and then floated next to Roddy's hand.
At this time, the arrows were lined up one after another, just like the outside of a machine gun.
At this time, Roddy suddenly understood. "So I was limited by the word 'hand'. I thought this spell could only be shaped into the shape of a 'hand' …"
The application of spells was ever-changing. Roddy finally found some way to use it. But he thought more … He was afraid that new equipment and weapons would have to be made based on the application of spells.
Naifei did not care what he was thinking. She leaned over and whispered, "Brother Roddy, I'll help you with one thing and you can help me with one thing …"
*****
While Roddy was peacefully accumulating his forces and working hard to improve his strength, Sally in Hollier City was in a bad mood and threw a tantrum.
"They still can't come to an agreement … Are they going to fight openly or what?!"
The young Duke slammed a piece of paper on the table as if he was going to crush the writer to death. Although she looked delicate with her blonde hair, she was really like a little lion at this time.
"It's been more than a month, and this mine has become the meat on their plate? Do these people still have any respect for me, the lord? " Sally also knew that it was useless to throw a tantrum like this, but some words had to be said. Next to her, John lowered his head and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then this time, their invitation …"
"Invitation my ass. They want to join forces to embarrass me."
Sally felt that she had said something vulgar. She sat aside angrily and pointed to the other pieces of paper. "Viscount Anru and Count Borach, these two have never been good people. Father only spared their lives because he saw that they had restrained themselves. Now, they actually joined forces with a group of traitorous nobles like Efta to deal with me. And they even said that I should respect the majority's choice … Hmph!"
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