Neris leaped over the treetops, not caring about the crossbow arrows below. The texture of the tree was too hard, and the thick branches could protect her body very well.
Dozens of iron arrows whistled through the air, nailing themselves into the thick branches. The two rune puppets killed three black-armoured warriors in a single exchange.
Bright red blood sprayed on the snow, and the construct puppet stepped on the snow with crunching sounds as it chased after him in an incomparably cruel manner.
At this time, Salin realized that there was a problem with his fighting strategy. In this case, construction puppets were indeed the best choice. Even if there were mages, it would be difficult for them to hurt the construction puppets. As long as there were no deacons who could fly, Salin and Neris were actually very safe in the treetops.
However, he still hid his tracks and mixed his perception with the thousands of snowflakes, patiently looking for traces of mages.
After a few warriors were killed, the people outside the forest became impatient and sent more than a hundred people into the forest.
There were only two construction puppets. These people from the Inquisition were not afraid of death. They could take down even the most advanced construction puppets if they used human lives. However, they did not expect that these two construction puppets already had preliminary life force. They were not ordinary cannon fodder. One of the construction puppets had already retrieved its bladed spear. The construction puppet with an axe rushed to the front, using its inhuman strength to sweep away all enemies in front of it.
The construction puppet with the bladed spear used the advantage of the weapon to stab. It did not need to dodge the crossbows of the black-armoured warriors.
The sound of metal clashing rang out. Several crossbow arrows, which were indeed alchemy equipment, plunged into the construction puppet's chest. However, this construction puppet was not an ordinary mechanical construction puppet. Its breastplate was so thick that even the alchemy crossbow could not break it.
The two intermediate swordsmen also turned around and joined the battle. Their scimitars flashed with a red light, which was obviously a rare kind of sword energy. The attack power of this scimitar had exceeded that of the alchemy crossbow. The two intermediate swordsmen working together could still destroy a construction puppet.
The sword energy on the scimitar flashed, and with a clang, the spearhead of the bladed spear was cut off. The two swordsmen rushed forward. This counterattack immediately reduced the pressure on the black-armoured warriors. At the same time, they raised their weapons and followed.
It was just that the combat style of the golems was completely different from that of humans. The spearhead of the sword-bladed spear would be shaved off, and the golem would use the metal shaft as an iron rod to smash down. The pure metal spear shaft could also be considered a heavy weapon. A black-armored warrior was hit head-on, and his entire body turned into a soft pile of flesh and blood.
The swordsman in front raised his scimitar and slashed at the golem's crotch. If a human were to be hit by this slash, they would be split into two from the middle. The construct puppet's movements slowed down, and its metal body clamped onto the scimitar.
The intermediate swordsman was stunned. The broadaxe had already swept across his chest.
Without the protection of the metal armor, the axe sent the swordsman's body flying without any suspense. The other swordsman was horrified, but the leader of the team did not give the order to retreat, so he did not dare to run no matter what. It was just that he was at too much of a disadvantage fighting against such a huge lump of metal. If he had a heavy weapon like a war hammer in his hand, he could still try to destroy the golems. But now, with only his curved sword, he could at most break the outer shell of the golems.
"Found it, come out!" Salin suddenly unfurled a scroll on the tree. Under the tree he was hiding, the thick snow condensed into an ice monster more than five meters long, and it rushed towards a withered tree.
This snow monster's body was weak. It was just a body formed from snowflakes and icicles. However, when it charged into the midst of the black-armored warriors, the warriors that were hit by it were all sent flying. Blue ice crystals formed on the surface of their bodies. It seemed that they would not survive.
Boom!
The ice monster crashed into the withered tree. Wood splinters flew everywhere, and the entire ice monster lost half its body. It could no longer condense, and it fell to the ground. The withered tree creaked and swayed a few times, and was also broken at the waist. The withered tree was more than ten meters tall, and after being hit by the ice monster, it strangely snapped forward, revealing a short figure behind the withered tree.
This person wore a long black robe, and probably only reached Salin's shoulder. He looked like a malnourished child. His face was waxy yellow, and he did not wear a mask or gloves. His small hands were red from the cold, and he held a red book. He stood there, looking up in Salin's direction, and revealed a faint smile.
"I've found you too."
"The Black Deacon!" Salin judged the level of this short figure. The Ice Totem was a fifth-level spell, and it could even smash rocks. The rotten withered tree blocked the Ice Totem, which was completely caused by the black deacon's power.
Black deacons were only one level lower than first-level priests, but their combat power was far from each other. These black deacons were the backbone of the Inquisition, and could even be compared to the Saint Church of the Cardinal Council. A black deacon had the power of a fifth-level sorcerer, and could strangely reach the combat power of a sixth-level sorcerer.
"If I kill you, the puppet will be useless, right?" The skinny black deacon took a step forward, and this step covered dozens of meters. He was using the ability of a swordsman.
Salin's heart skipped a beat. The book in the black deacon's hand was a magic tool, and he also had the ability of a swordsman. This was ten times more difficult to deal with than an ordinary mage. The black deacon's words clearly entered Salin's ears. This was not some kind of show off, but an upright power.
Salin immediately opened the second scroll — the fifth-level spell, Fog Concealment.
Fog Concealment was a very complicated offensive spell. Its main function was not to hide the body, but to make the surrounding air unsuitable for breathing. After a sorcerer cast this spell, even a swordsman would lose most of his offensive power in a close-range fog.
Even a senior swordsman wouldn't have much combat power in a fog that couldn't breathe, see, and had a corrosive effect. Salin saw that this black deacon had the power of a swordsman, and was afraid that he had reached the level of a Saint of Sword. If that was the case, the black deacon could easily catch up to him, unless he gave up on Conan and flew away.
It was relatively easy for Salin to judge the power of a divine spell. His Cold Sight was originally aimed at magic and divine spells. Even if he had studied sword aura, he could only judge the power of professions below the senior swordsman level. Once a swordsman became a Saint of Sword, even if he was just a Saint of Sword, he would be able to hide his power well.
Salin didn't know to what extent the black deacon had cultivated his sword aura, so he first used the second spell to protect himself.
Fog Concealment was a fifth-level spell that he hadn't mastered well. He could only cast it so quickly with a scroll. After the fog dispersed, Salin opened the third scroll in the fog.
He didn't care about the consumption right now, so he took out all the fifth-level scrolls he had. The third scroll was Poison Fog. This spell was a bit sinister, and all living things within its range would be harmed. Under normal circumstances, sorcerers didn't like this kind of spell. Now that Salin suddenly encountered a strong enemy, he couldn't care less about the balance of nature.
The combination of Fog Concealment and Poison Fog made it impossible to see anything in the forest. The construct puppets weren't affected, since they didn't rely on their eyes to see. The black fog dispersed, and the black armored warriors in the forest instantly suffered heavy casualties.
The black deacon didn't seem to be affected at all. He didn't care about the lives of his subordinates. With another step, he crossed dozens of meters, and was now about 40 meters away from Salin. This was already within Salin's magic attack range. Even a fourth-level spell could easily reach this distance.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of huge ice blades were released when Salin opened the scroll. These ice blades were half a meter wide and more than three meters long. They were no longer third-level spells.
When Salin used the scroll, he couldn't control the tracking of the magic, so he could only use this kind of ranged attack to fight.
Dozens of ice blades whistled and circled in the air, blocking all the black deacon's escape routes. At Salin's feet, there were five abandoned scrolls. This wasn't a battle, it was clearly burning money.
There was a reason why Salin was so crazy. He knew that this hunting team was definitely not the main force of the Holy See in the north. This small team already had a black deacon, so there would definitely be black-robed templars, and maybe even black-robed bishops.
Salin knew that he couldn't deal with a bishop level mage, so he had to hurry back to the three kings before an enemy of that level appeared. With the three kings around, Salin wouldn't be too worried even if a divine emissary came.
The black deacon smiled. So it was only a fourth-level sorcerer. He was worried that the problem would be tricky. He didn't use any magic. He just freed one hand, grabbed a huge ice blade, and waved it.
The rest of the ice blades were smashed into the snow. The red light in the black deacon's eyes became more and more dazzling, as if there were two pure gems embedded in his eyes.
The fog couldn't stop Salin's vision. Seeing this scene, he knew that his worries had come true. This black deacon with Shen Shu was actually a Sacred Swordsman.
Holding an ice blade condensed by magic with his bare hands wasn't something a Sacred Swordsman could do. The black deacon was at least a Black Iron Sacred Swordsman. If he was a Black Iron Sacred Swordsman, he could also jump up a tree dozens of meters high.
Salin gave up on the idea of using the scroll to attack. He patted the gourd at his waist, and green water flew out and wrapped around his body. The spirituality of the water was getting stronger. Now, Salin had one more level-five spell that didn't need magic strings. Although the attack range and speed were slightly limited, the water was already his strongest move.
"Sorcerer, don't hide." The black deacon split the ice blade, threw the huge ice blade in his hand aside, and took another step forward. With this step, the black deacon came directly under the tree where Salin was hiding.
Salin knew that a Sacred Swordsman's body was too agile, and the tree was dozens of meters high. The speed of the water might not be able to hit the black deacon, so he opened another scroll. This time, it was a level-four spell, Firebird, which he was familiar with.
Firebird was also a spell that could be advanced. Although Salin couldn't control it, the Firebird itself was an automatic attack method. The black deacon had already closed the distance between them to less than 30 meters. At this distance, when Salin opened the scroll, he had already firmly locked on to the black deacon's body.
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