Luo Bu quickly figured out the ins and outs of all this, but it was of no use.
The situation in front of them had undoubtedly become very bad, and the archmage could not do anything for the time being. These guys in front of him were out-and-out adventurers, not magical beasts with limited intelligence. The "Tiger's Body Tremble" could scare the magical beasts, but it was useless against this group of people, because they could see at a glance whether the youth had a magic staff or not.
Mages were a powerful profession that could make people pale at the mere mention of their name, but without a magic device, they were no better than an ordinary person. Therefore, when the battle started, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor could only rely on his mediocre swordsmanship, which he had only practiced for a few days, and charge forward with the rest of his followers.
Then, as expected, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor was kicked into the wall by the assassin in black.
The youth spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his chest had been rammed by a rhinoceros. If he hadn't retracted his sword at the critical moment to block the attack, he would have been paralyzed by the kick.
Hmm, it seems that this kind of hand-to-hand combat is not suitable for a future Supreme Magus like Your Honor to participate in.
Lolo was a little anxious when she saw the youth injured. However, as the main opponent of the assassin in black, she could barely fend off the opponent's attacks. She really couldn't spare any time to help the young scholar.
The situation was not looking good for the little thief, Green. His opponent was also a Grade 2 professional, and his opponent's strength was far above his own. Green basically had no effective means of counterattack other than dodging everywhere. Moreover, looking at his sorry state, he was not far from defeat.
But what was surprising was that as a guy who joined the group halfway, the thief was actually very loyal. He did not surrender to the enemy even at this point, and gritted his teeth and held on until now.
In fact, Green knew his own suffering. The little thief's ability to read people's thoughts and body language was not ordinary. He could tell at a glance that the group of people in front of him were not good people, especially when he heard about the encounter of the small team that was burned alive in the outer city. He knew that if he surrendered, he would most likely not have a good ending.
From this point of view, Grimm was stronger than Hilton, who was always hoping for a fluke.
Although the blonde priest was also resisting, his expression was obviously conflicted. At this rate, their defeat was only a matter of time. Since that was the case, it was better to surrender before they had a falling-out. Since the opponent's target was the Elven sword in the hands of the rookie, Brave, the wisest choice was to obediently offer the sword to them with both hands.
As if sensing Hilton's hesitation, the female assassin in black casually dealt with a few of her followers while persuading the blonde priest, "Come on, I have a reward for the first one who surrenders."
The blonde priest's heart wavered, and he was about to run to the enemy's camp, but when he saw Captain Hansen standing there with great difficulty, Hilton stopped in his tracks.
And at this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.
Just when everyone thought that the expedition team's defeat was inevitable, the old Thief suddenly erupted without any warning. He forced the opponent in front of him to retreat with his life on the line. After that, Edward reached into his bosom and quickly took out a ring that emitted a faint blue light.
The female assassin in black who had been calm all this while saw the ring suddenly changed her expression and shouted, "Be careful, it's a magic device!"
Unfortunately, her reminder came a little too late. Almost at the same time, Edward also roared, "Gale, listen to my command!" Such a domineering slogan.
The ring flickered lightly, and a half-moon-shaped wind blade appeared in front of Edward. The wind blade was about half a meter long and as thick as a piece of paper. From the moment it formed to the moment it was shot out, it took less than 0.1 seconds.
Rob immediately recognized the name of the spell — Gale Blade.
Storm Blade was a Tier 3 Spell with relatively high offensive power. Wind Blades, as thin as a cicada's wing, should not be underestimated. They were incomparably fatal to low-tiered adventurers, as they could easily slice through ordinary armor. At the same time, due to the wind-type Spell's high casting speed, they were extremely difficult to defend against. This was especially true in such a narrow terrain. Once a Wind Blade locked onto a target, it would be practically impossible to dodge.
As a result, everyone saw the Grade 2 Archer who was fighting with the old Thief not long ago let out a blood-curdling scream. His entire body was cut in half by the wind blade, and because he was wearing light armor, the half-moon-shaped wind blade did not dissipate after cutting him in half. Instead, it flew towards the Grade 2 Swordsman who was fighting with Grimm. As the Swordsman's back was facing them, he didn't know what happened. He only felt a chill on his back, staggered, and fell to the ground. Looking at the hideous wound on his back, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to survive.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Edward usually didn't reveal anything, and always looked like a nice guy. This caused many people to overlook the fact that he was actually The Brave who had been an adventurer for more than 40 years. One had to know that being an adventurer was a high-risk profession. In a sense, being able to stay in this profession for so long meant a lot in itself.
Moreover, in the past 40 years, Edward's accumulation had basically maintained a steady state. The old man didn't have any children, so where did the money go in the end?
Now, everyone finally had an answer.
As the saying goes, old ginger is spicier. The ring that the old Thief took out was not an ordinary magic device.
According to the different users, magic devices could be roughly divided into two categories. The first category was magic devices that could only be used by mages, such as magic staffs (this was also the most common type of magic device). This type of magic device couldn't be used by ordinary people. Even if it was a god-tier magic staff in the hands of an ordinary person who had no affinity with the elements, it could only be used as the most ordinary staff …
However, there was another type of magic device. This type of magic device could also be used by ordinary people after special modifications. For example, the wooden whistle that the Dwarf Prince once gave to the Archmage. No matter how far it was blown, the whistle would always reach the ears of Maladona. There was also the ring that the old Thief Edward was wearing. Even a three-year-old child could use it freely.
Of course, there was no free lunch in this world. As a price, this type of magic device was almost all consumable. After the mana in an ordinary magic device was depleted, it could absorb the magical elements in the world to slowly recover. However, this type of magic device that was used by ordinary people would automatically be scrapped once it reached its limit.
At the same time, the production cost of this type of magic device was extremely high. Take the ring that Edward was wearing, for example. Even if it was a second-hand one, it wouldn't be less than 100 gold coins in the market. At the same time, after the previous round of explosion, the blue light on the ring had dimmed significantly. According to Rob's conservative estimate, this ring could only release one more wind blade at most.
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