Duque woke up because of a sharp pain under his right rib. In his blurry vision, he realized that the scene had changed from the Northshire Abbey to the Elvain Forest full of dark branches.
"Kid, can you hear me?"
"Ugh..." Hearing the voice that was deliberately suppressed, Duque knew that he could not possibly know who the person was. Duque swore that he did not know this guy at all.
Opening his mouth wide, Duque realized that he could only spit out a blood bubble. He could not speak at all. At this moment, Duque realized that a dagger was stabbed under his right rib. The paralysis poison made his senses less sensitive, but the pain was still beyond the paralysis range of the paralysis poison. It brought waves of heart-wrenching pain to Duque.
"Kid, I'll let you die knowing. If you did not embarrass Sir Brando so much during the day, maybe the Brando family would have accepted you into the family because of your talent as a mage. Haha... It's a pity that you have such talent. "
"Ugh..." Duque wanted to curse, but the dagger had caused a large amount of blood to flow into his lungs. Half of his lungs were submerged in blood. He was in so much pain that he could not speak.
Damn it! Damn it!
As expected, there was nothing good about the nobles!
An emotion called regret dyed Duque's heart. As a law-abiding university student, Duque's heart had not completely changed, so he fell into the trap.
He fell to the other party's revenge so easily. All Brando had to do was send out an unknown thief to take him down.
"Kid, don't think that anyone will stand up for you. No matter how strong your talent is, if you can't turn it into strength, you are still that weak kid. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. " The other party grabbed Duque's face and twisted Duque's neck forcefully, pointing at a blurry place in the distance.
It was the lakeside, and there were many rough triangular houses. Next to the lake, there was a large group of monsters with the upper bodies of fish and strange humanoid limbs.
Duque immediately recognized them.
"Yes! Merman! " The man laughed ferociously. "A boy who was unfamiliar with the ways of the world. He was too excited to sleep at night, and then he accidentally wandered into the Elvain Forest. He ran into the murlocs who didn't care about meat and was eaten. Wasn't this a perfect script? At least no matter who suspects it, there's no way to prove that Sir Brando did it. "
Duque's body trembled. Thinking about how his body was about to be torn apart by those sharp and smelly teeth, Duque felt a wave of disgust.
His vision darkened. Duque was dead.
The other party had overestimated Duque's small physique. Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, even a commoner kid would be able to last for about 20 minutes.
"What? He died just like that!? I want to hear your screams when you're swallowed alive by the Murlocs, and then record it with a magic crystal for Lord Brando. " The other party looked annoyed, but in a flash, he was relieved. "Forget it, I'll bring back the remains of his body after the Murlocs devoured him. Let His Lordship know that he suffered enough pain before he died. That should be enough."
With that, the bandit assassin stepped forward, trying to drag Duque's leg, lift him up again, and throw him to the Murlocs.
Just as he picked up Duque, he suddenly found that the weight on his shoulder disappeared.
"Oh! Is that so? Then I'll use the same method to deal with you. You don't have a problem with that, do you? "Duque's cold voice sounded behind the bandit like a ghost.
The voice of the system elf kept ringing in Duque's ears. The continuous voice should be slow and time-consuming, but Duque suddenly found that the voice was compressed, like a high-level computer that could complete billions of calculations in a second. The voice of the system turned into words, pictures, and even telepathic information that Duque could understand and was directly received by Duque.
In the outside world, not even a thousandth of a second had passed.
"Detected that the host is in a major crisis. Estimated enemy's reaction time is 0.3 seconds. Casting process ignored … Detected that there are no borrowed elements in the outside world, automatically changing to extracting the host's internal magical energy … Calculating entropy value, spell model reset … "
"Special skill [Calm and Composed] activated."
"[Calm and Composed]: Metamagic Ability, able to automatically ignore the casting time of the next non-instant-cast spell, changing it to instant-cast."
"System automatically calibrated … Level 1 [Flame Blast], launched!"
Without any time to react, the bandit was shocked to find that there was a blazing light behind him, and a fiery rock the size of a water basin was smashed towards his head …
"Bang —" Unprepared, this bandit brother took Duque's [Flame Blast] head-on! His whole body flew out, and his whole body was engulfed in flames, letting out a shrill scream.
Is it over?
No! Not yet!
Duque didn't know how strong this guy was, but he endured the discomfort from the System helping him to launch the [Flame Blast], and almost forcefully swallowed the nausea in his chest, and started to cast the second [Flame Blast].
Duque didn't know if he could succeed, and he didn't know if he still had enough magical energy, but he instinctively felt that this guy definitely wouldn't die, so he had to finish him off.
The System's voice kept ringing, "Detected that the host's internal magical energy backfire, casting failure rate increased by 38.78%, automatically starting to equalize the input of fire elements … Casting time extended to 8 seconds, spell power increased …"
8 seconds!
8 seconds that decided life and death!
If he had a choice, Duque definitely wouldn't foolishly stand still and cast a fireball for 7 seconds. The tragedy was that Duque, this so-called magic apprentice, only had this one spell. He randomly mastered [Flame Blast], but he didn't even know the [Fireball] spell that came before [Flame Blast].
Facing a high agility, high speed, and strength that was who knows how many times stronger than him, Duque knew that his other physical attacks would be ineffective.
He could only cast [Flame Blast]!
The bandit was still rolling on the ground, bathed in flames. Although [Flame Blast] not only dealt instant damage, the flames that wrapped around his body could also cause continuous damage, but Duque could clearly see that the fire was weakening.
When the bandit regained his mobility, it would be Duque's time to die again.
8 seconds! 8 seconds that felt like 800 years had finally passed, and with Duque's hope of killing his opponent, a fireball as big as a brazier was once again pushed out from Duque's palm.
One detail destroyed all of Duque's hopes, because Duque was horrified to find that the bandit who was rolling on the ground suddenly stopped rolling, and raised his head. His eyes opened, and it was a pair of fierce and lifelike eyes filled with killing intent — — Kid, I'm going to tear you into pieces!
That's what those eyes said!
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