Cang Hong's whip had already been torn apart by the heavy armored swordsman. She was now holding Lucas' triangular sword and carrying a bladed spear on her back. Shika carried Sarah on her back. She was carrying a huge club. Sarah was a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do. In this team, only Shika was healthy.
Salin was also injured. It was not practical for a mage to carry a swordsman.
The Fog of Confusion floated around the cave, concealing the four of them. Soon, they reached the end of the cave. What Cang Hong was worried about did not happen. The group at the front had probably left the cave and entered the Chaos Swamp. The last team of the Vulture Mercenary Team was not in the cave either. The sky was bright, and the faint fog overflowed from the cave. It was very conspicuous now.
Salin could only disperse the Fog of Confusion and follow carefully. There were no traces of fighting along the way south. The mangrove forest was in front. It was already late autumn, and the water in the mangrove forest had decreased. Most of the seasonal rivers had dried up, revealing the wet, muddy ground.
There were also puddles where fish struggled to breathe in the shallow water. A huge black cat waited patiently by the side. Short-tailed eagles circled in the sky, making the forest seem full of life.
Salin had a strange feeling. After dispersing the Fog of Confusion, his perception range did not shrink, but expanded. Everything within a hundred meters was as clear as the bottom of his eyes. A green insect drilled out of the bark, spitting out crystalline mucus. Under the leaves, leaf-cutting ants were busily gnawing the leaves with their jaws, leaving behind the veins of the leaves.
Salin even discovered a turtle under the ground. This kind of low-level magical beast was adept at hiding, and its breathing was so slow that it was undetectable. However, Salin could sense the turtle's heartbeat. He could even sense the frequency of its four heartbeats.
A level-one mage's perception range was only about ten meters, so it would not be so clear. If Salin was not in the Fog of Confusion, his perception range would only be about 20 meters. Salin thought for a moment and took off the green ring. His perception suddenly dropped, as if everything had returned to chaos.
He put on the ring and his perception recovered. Salin curled his lips. This was an unexpected surprise. The perception range and clarity determined the casting distance and effect of a spell.
For example, in theory, a level-one spell could hit a target 20 meters away, but in order to hit accurately and make it impossible for the enemy to dodge, the spell had to be controlled within the range of perception. An average level-one Magician's perception range was only ten meters. Beyond this range, their perception would start to blur, and they would have to rely on their eyes to correct it.
Ten meters was the distance where a Swordsman's explosive power was at its strongest. If a Magician could not expand his perception range, he would not have much of an advantage over a Swordsman. Magic that relied on the eyes to correct the target would not have the effect of tracking, and agile swordsmen would be able to easily dodge it.
Now that Salin's perception had expanded to a range of 100 meters, he didn't have to worry about lacking perception before he became a Great Mage.
Cang Hong suddenly stopped. Salin stopped at the same time and stopped moving forward.
There were sounds of fighting coming from the front. They could hear it with their ears. There was the sound of metal clashing, heavy breathing, and painful moans. Salin naturally stood behind a tree. His shoes had already been stained dark brown by the mud. He didn't seem to mind. Sicca gently put Sarah down and let her lean against a tree.
How unlucky!
Salin was very depressed. The escaping team had the same idea as him, and had actually rushed into the dangerous Mangrove Forest. Whether it was the escaping team or the pursuing team, there were no Magicians or Caucasian Warriors. If they encountered a Terror Demon or a Soul Sucking Demon, their chances of survival were not high.
If he had known, Salin would have taken a detour.
"Who is it! Retreat! "A shout came from the front. At the same time, an arrow pierced through the air, heading straight for Salin. Salin hid behind the tree, vigilant. He didn't have time to raise the Water Pattern Shield, so he suddenly bent over, almost lying on the ground. The arrow pierced through the tree without any suspense, and flew over Salin's head.
The arrow's trajectory was from above, and it was extremely difficult to dodge. If Salin's movements had been a little slower, his head would have been pierced.
Salin immediately discovered the archer. The joy of improving his perception disappeared. After all, his level was too low, and he actually didn't notice the guy hiding 50 meters away.
Salin's expression was cold. He couldn't accurately use his magic at a distance of 50 meters, so he couldn't fight back. A Great Magician's magic attack range was at least 200 meters. Now, he could only watch as the archer continued to draw his bow, nock his arrow, and take aim.
The archer aimed his weapon at Salin and the others, and shouted, "Red Line is working, scram."
"What's Red Line?" No matter how much Salin read, he couldn't possibly know what was currently popular. Cang Hong's lips trembled, and she said reluctantly, "It's the Red Line Bandits."
"Strange, I seem to remember it. Sicar, do you remember this?"
"Captain, a bandit group ranked eighth on the bounty list. 100 gold coins for killing one. The bandit leader is Red Line, and his head is worth 20,000 gold coins. You've mentioned it before. "
20,000? Isn't that even higher than me? Salin remembered that he was personally wanted by Count Alphonso, and the number was much lower than this bandit leader's. He vaguely felt that the Red Line Bandits couldn't be provoked.
Salin slowly released four Water Pattern Shields, and let the magic shield bubble float around him. Then, he turned around and pulled out the arrow that had shot into the ground behind him. He looked up at the archer on the tree, and made a provocative expression. Then, he grasped the ends of the arrow with both hands, and pulled hard.
With a crack, the arrow broke. Salin threw the broken arrow on the ground, and smiled at the archer.
"Wizard Merlin!" Cang Hong was anxious. Although the other party was arrogant, he was only driving them away, and had no intention of actually fighting. He couldn't afford to provoke the Red Line Bandits. Even the entire Grey Falcon Mercenary Team might not be able to provoke them.
Salin laughed coldly, and said, "His first arrow was meant to kill me. If I'm killed, do you think he'll let you go? I'll go get my revenge now. If you're afraid, just wait here. "
As he spoke, Salin activated the Great Strength spell on his magic robe, and rushed toward the archer.
Great Strength was a First-level spell. It was a hybrid spell that could increase the user's strength and resistance to attacks. It was an Earth-type spell. Salin could only activate it with the magic core that he had brought with him.
"Reckless!" The archer's expression turned ferocious. With his keen eyesight, he could see clearly that the symbol on Salin's magic robe was only a First-level Wizard.
As long as he kept his distance, the archer was more of a threat to a First-level Wizard than an Assassin.
Salin's steps were somewhat clumsy. Without Wind Speed, his movement speed was only slightly faster than an ordinary person's. The archer's bow was immediately drawn to half-full, and an arrow was released.
Poof!
A bubble burst, and the Water Pattern Shield disappeared. The archer smoothly nocked a second arrow, and the two arrows almost formed a line, and burst the second bubble.
Let's see how many more Magic Strings you have!
On the archer's third shot, there were already three arrows between his fingers. Salin's expression was calm, and basin-sized bubbles appeared in front of him one after another, blocking the archer's Rapid Arrow.
Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters …
For every ten meters, the archer shot at least nine arrows. Each time Salin's bubble burst, a new bubble would immediately replace it. The archer's expression turned serious. Could this Wizard be a Great Wizard in disguise?
Impossible, I can't break a Great Wizard's magic shield! While he was thinking, the situation was already disadvantageous to him. Salin was only twenty meters away, but he was still on the tree. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't, because this was the closest magic could reach. Even if Salin was a true First-level Wizard, his life would be threatened.
The closer he got to the archer, the calmer Salin felt. He even had the time to think about his childhood, when he would humbly curry favor with a small merchant for half a piece of bread. When people hit him, he would silently endure it, never knowing what it was to resist.
Until one day, when he was thrown into prison because of a gold coin, and Jason came to save him, Salin suddenly felt that life was hell.
He would never go back to his previous life. Smiling, Salin held a spell with both hands, and loudly chanted a magic incantation with a distinct rhythm. The Archer reached for his quiver, but his hand was empty. He found that he had used up all of his arrows. After he shot the last arrow, the Magician's shield stopped increasing, as if the Archer knew he had no more weapons.
The archer was unwilling to sit and wait for death. He put down his bow, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and pounced down the tree. He didn't believe that a Wizard had any melee ability. As long as he could get within ten meters …
Poof!
With an unusually dull sound, an icicle thicker than an arm hit the archer's head. His skull was instantly shattered.
Cang Hong was stunned. This attack was beyond his knowledge of magic. Mercenaries in a Fourth-level mercenary corps wouldn't be clueless about magic. Cang Hong could tell that Salin had used a First-level spell. But this First-level spell was too powerful. The huge icicle was so fast that Cang Hong couldn't see it with his naked eye.
This meant that as long as Salin's magic was locked on, no professional below Fourth-level would be able to escape.
After this attack, Salin's condition had been adjusted to its peak. Second-casting, Second-casting, and Instant Casting — these three high-level techniques had been perfectly combined by him, allowing a First-level spell to have the effect of a First-level spell.
Looking at the archer's head that had been destroyed and fallen in front of him, Salin said regretfully, "What a pity, a hundred gold coins!"
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