Upon seeing the ring, Maria's first reaction was to pull back and put some distance between herself and a certain someone.
The power of the wind blade had left a deep impression on her. Out of two of her teammates, one was killed in an instant, and the other was severely injured. Although Maria appeared to be dismissive, she was actually very afraid. She wasn't confident that she could dodge the wind blade at such a close distance.
However, her expression only changed slightly, and she quickly returned to normal. Giggling, she said, "As expected of someone I value. You really have some tricks up your sleeve. I wasn't paying attention and almost got tricked by you."
Although she was unwilling to admit it, Maria knew that she had made a very serious mistake not long ago. She clearly felt an unprecedented attraction from the guy in front of her, but she still treated him as an ordinary follower. Not long ago, during the short fight, this guy's level was mediocre, and he seemed to be no different from the other followers. To a certain extent, this also made the female assassin let her guard down.
Maria's attention was focused on the adventurers, and she subconsciously ignored the half-dead follower. Archmage had been coughing up blood ever since he was kicked. In fact, it wasn't just the female assassin. Other than Lolo, who would occasionally pay attention to his situation, everyone else was basically busy dealing with the opponent in front of them.
No one noticed when the young man had gotten his hands on the magic device ring without anyone noticing.
"Sorry, it seems like you can't continue playing your game," Archmage said, raising his eyebrows.
"Don't be too happy yet. Brother, that ring on your hand is a type 2 magic device, and there is a limit to its usage. Judging from the luster of the ring, it can at most release the wind blade from before," Maria said, licking her lips. "But there are two of us here."
"Fortunately, both of you only have one life." Luo Bu waved the ring on his finger at the elven archer, who was itching to make a move. The latter was obviously quite confident in his archery skills. Although the speed of arrows was not as fast as magic, the difference was not too great in such a short distance. If he was fast enough, he might be able to kill the young scholar before the wind blades formed.
From the looks of it, Beck seemed to have the intention to give it a try.
On the other hand, Maria seemed to accept the situation quickly. She rubbed her temple with one hand and pouted helplessly. "There's no other way. We seem to have entered a dead end. Maybe we should put down the weapons in our hands and have a good talk."
The female assassin looked very sincere, but her other hand behind her back was gesturing to the Elven archer not far away. She meant to say that she would feign an attack to attract the little follower's attention, and Beck would be responsible for the main attack and take the opportunity to kill the opponent.
The Elven archer understood tacitly. After that, as if to prove her sincerity, Maria deliberately threw a dagger on the ground.
Rob shrugged and did not comment. Maria did not know if it was her illusion, but ever since the young man held the magic device ring, there seemed to be a subtle change in him. In the past, he looked very calm, but that calmness was more like a deliberately cultivated temperament than a true fearlessness. However, when he held the ring, it was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for a long time suddenly found an oasis. The confidence revealed in his eyes made the female assassin feel a little uneasy.
"I can roughly guess what you are thinking next, so I strongly suggest that you do not do it," Archmage said, shaking his head.
His words, full of warning, made the hearts of the two fellows who were about to make a move tighten. Could it be that their little trick had been seen through?
But then again, Maria thought that her plan was equivalent to an open scheme. So what if it was seen through? No, it should be said that it was better to be seen through. Regardless of whether Beck succeeded in the end, she could attract the young man's attention and let him put the last wind blade on the Elven archer. In this way, she would be safe and free from the threat of the wind blade. The worst case scenario was that Beck would die, and she would have to face the powerless Rob alone. As for the life and death of her teammates, the female assassin did not really care much.
And for Beck, because he had been with the young scholar for a long time, he thought that he had enough understanding of Rob.
This guy's brain was indeed much better than ordinary people, but his skills were also obvious to all along the way. The Elven archer was very confident in his archery skills. From drawing the arrow to shooting the arrow, he could complete the whole set of movements that he had practiced hundreds and thousands of times in less than two seconds. If the ring was still in the hands of the old thief, he might be a little afraid. But now that it was in the hands of the young man, Beck felt that he was at least 90% sure that he could kill the opponent one step ahead.
So even if Rob really sensed something, Beck did not care. Moreover, the Elven archer felt that the young man's words were more of a bluff.
So when Maria issued the attack signal, the Elven archer did not hesitate and directly reached for the quiver on his back. However, the moment his fingers touched the arrow, the magic device ring on the Archmage's hand burst into a dazzling light again.
How could it be so fast?! Beck was shocked. Before his fingers could leave the quiver, a transparent wind blade had already slashed across his neck.
How is this possible!!! The Elven archer's pupils shrank suddenly.
It was obvious that when Edward wanted to release the wind blade through the ring, he needed to chant a spell. Why was this most critical step omitted when it came to the young man? And after the wind blade was formed, Rob did not seem to adjust the angle at all. He just waved his hand, and the wind blade went straight for Edward's throat.
The whole process took only a few tenths of a second.
Beck did not even have time to beg for mercy. No, to be more precise, when the wind blade touched his skin, the Elven archer did not even understand what was happening.
When he began to feel fear, his fingers accidentally touched his chin when he tried to cover the wound on his neck in a panic. What happened next almost made Maria, who always liked to torture captives, almost vomit. The Elven archer's head was knocked to the ground by himself, and it rolled far away.
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