"Guiding Arrow!"
Someone shouted from the back.
It was the Elementalist sisters. They were the ones who made the magic arrows, and only they knew the effects of the arrows. These two silver arrows had the most unique magic brilliance among all the types of magic arrows. Other than the Guiding Arrow, there was no other possibility.
But in fact, even if they didn't say it, the other mercenaries also saw it.
But why did their Lord use the Guiding Arrow at this time? Although the Guiding Arrow was a magic arrow, its damage was no different from an ordinary crossbow. To put it bluntly, it was not as powerful as a steel crossbow shot from a four-armed crossbow.
Other than its accuracy, it was useless.
Could it be that the Lord knew the monster's weakness? This thought flashed through everyone's mind at this moment. But things didn't go as they wished, because they saw the two Guiding Arrows nailed into the trunks of two tall trees. With two soft sounds, the arrows went straight into the trees.
"Wait … did they miss?"
Everyone couldn't help but have such a strange thought at this moment. If it was possible, many of them would be sweating profusely at this moment. Since ancient times, no one had ever heard of anyone being able to deflect a guided arrow. What kind of powerful ability did one have to be to be able to deflect a guided arrow with magic?
But this was not the time to be amazed by such a powerful ability —
"Wait, what is that —"
However, there were a few sharp-eyed mercenaries among the dozen or so mercenaries. They finally saw a thin line behind the two Guiding Arrows. No, it was not a line, but a rope.
The two Guiding Arrows that went into the trunks of the two tall trees pulled the rope straight up to the chest. At this moment, it was less than three meters away from the Ghost Knight who was galloping in the forest.
A tripping rope!
Everyone finally came to their senses. But they didn't have time to be amazed by Brando's wonderful idea, because there was another problem. The Ghost Knight was a spiritual creature, and physical restrictions couldn't affect it at all without hitting its core. Could it be that the Lord had not considered this point?
The Ghost Knight desperately hoped that Brando had not considered this point. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. The number of Ghost Knights that Brando had killed in his previous life was probably more than the total number of Ghost Knights that had died in this world. How could he forget such a common sense question?
A black light flashed on the rope, and the Ghost Knight and his horse stood up high. If the Knight and the horse were real, they would have easily broken the thin rope at this speed. But at this moment, the soul power attached to the rope made the undead suffer.
It felt as if it had hit a steel cable. Then, it was lifted into the air and flew backward.
This was the moment Brando had been waiting for. The Ghost Knight was too agile, and he could not aim while riding on his mount. However, it was different now. Before Elemental Activation, he had never heard of anyone who could turn around in mid-air.
As for the divine skill of stepping on the back of the right foot and turning in mid-air, it was even more unheard of.
He raised his hand, and the ruby ring that Freya gave him shone in the dark. His heart moved, and a laser-like red line shot out from the ruby, hitting the chest of the Ghost Knight in mid-air.
“Flame！”
He chanted the activation words, and a golden light bloomed. This light moved along the red line, from slow to fast. In the blink of an eye, it had hit the undead that had not had time to fall to the ground.
At that moment, it was as if the surrounding starlight had dimmed and was absorbed by a point with the golden light as the center. The surroundings became extremely dark, and then a ball of fire seemed to bloom from the center of the darkness. With a roar, the air shot in all directions like knives.
The air traveled so fast that the sound was misplaced. After a moment of extreme silence, Brando heard a terrible roar that swept through his entire hearing.
With the explosion as the center, all the trees within a ten-meter radius were vaporized, and the soil crystallized. Further away, the leaves were charred and curled up, and the heat waves rolled, washing the faces of everyone present.
Everyone was stunned, and the younger of the two wild elves murmured, "Fireball, is the Lord still an Elementalist with Silver-level strength …"
As the elder elemental, she covered her fair forehead with her hand and replied, "It's just a magic item." But even so, the girl's voice could not hide the surprise. She could hardly believe that they had won, and there were almost no casualties.
They had indeed won.
Brando had received the EXP prompt that he had successfully reached level 23. Two more levels, and the second talent could be activated. Compared to the first talent, which was only to reflect the characteristics of the characters, the second talent was the core talent that determined the later development path of a character.
It was also the most important talent.
"It's a pity that the flying time of Fireball is still too long, otherwise it would be much easier to use this directly." Brando sighed. He looked at the crackling forest and knew that the flames would soon be extinguished. Because there was no real fire here, and the extremely high temperature only existed at the moment of the explosion. The flames that everyone saw now were just an illusion formed by the elemental clusters. Otherwise, no one in the game would choose to use fire spells. A Fireball would reduce the loot by half, and no one could accept it.
He let out a long sigh, took out a water bag and drank. This battle could not be said to be exhausting, and it was not even comparable to many of the battles he had experienced in the game in the past. At that time, sometimes people did not even have the strength to move their fingers after a day.
But this time was different, and it was a real race against time. Every opportunity was so precious and important that he could not afford to make a mistake.
Fortunately, he found that he had not thrown away all his past experiences.
But he was sighing, and what happened in the fire soon made him stop in surprise. When the flames dissipated, Brando found that the Ghost Knight did not turn into ashes. Instead, it was lying quietly on the ground, and the evil spirit mount stopped beside it, gently touching its master's hand.
It was just that the soul fire of the evil spirit mount and the Ghost Knight that were shining in the dark had dissipated to varying degrees. This dissipation was continuing, and the spiritual armor on their bodies quickly cracked and dissipated like a layer of smoke, revealing the body that was originally wrapped in heavy armor, or a layer of shell.
"The spirit of the unicorn!"
Brando was stunned as he looked at the beautiful body of the evil spirit mount after the bone layer made of soul power fell off. It was like the most majestic and muscular warhorse, and its beautiful body and the long horn on its forehead all showed its identity.
But wait, in the legends of Wohnde, didn't the unicorn only become the mount of the purest girl?
The young man subconsciously looked down and couldn't help but spit out the mouthful of water in his mouth. Some even choked his nose, causing him to cough violently.
After the armor of the Ghost Knight completely dissipated, there was actually an elven girl sleeping peacefully under the armor, like a princess.
No, it should be said that it was the soul of an elven girl.
The silver mark on her forehead was still there, which in the customs of the Silver Elves meant that she was not yet an adult. It seemed that this was a child who died young, but now was not the time to sigh. Brando thought of the fierce Ghost Knight that fought with them for three hundred rounds.
It was actually an underage girl?
Who could tell him what kind of ridiculous situation was this?
But fortunately, the soul of the elven girl was still wearing a very soft long dress after the spiritual armor disintegrated, so Brando would not be in a more awkward situation.
At this time, the others gathered around. They originally came to congratulate their lord and celebrate. But just like Brando, when they saw the appearance of their enemy, they were all stunned.
"This is … …" The Nightsong Tiger looked at the translucent spirit lying quietly in the middle of the empty space created by the fireball and did not know what to say for a moment.
Amandina was also shocked and asked: "… … The one from before … … Was it her?"
Brando nodded.
Even though it was a little unbelievable, it seemed to be the truth. Besides, it wasn't impossible. After all, evil spirits wouldn't appear out of thin air. In fact, he had suspected that the Specter Knight might be the projection of the souls of the Silver Elf Kings in the tomb of the Silver Elf Kings, but he didn't expect it to be a loli.
Amandina frowned and reluctantly accepted this explanation.
"Did we kill her?" A voice asked.
Brando turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was the younger of the Wild Elven sisters. Unlike her elder sister who only frowned slightly, this little girl was clearly concerned about whether they killed one of her kind.
In fact, the Wild Elves and the Silver Elves were obviously different. Even though the Elves and the Winged Elves in Wohnde were called the embodiment of beauty, the Wild Elves' beauty was like the warm afternoon sun, bright and warm. In fact, the Wild Elves were one of the races that had the best relationship with humans. Many of them lived and reproduced in human society.
On the other hand, the Silver Elves were cold and unapproachable. Because of the ancient prophecy, they had long been isolated from the world and left the world with a mysterious and arrogant impression.
The Silver Elves were generally taller than humans, and their bodies were slender and graceful. They were the first nobles of the land and were born to be nobles. The feeling they gave others was like the cold and beautiful moonlight.
The spirit of the Elven girl lying quietly on the ground was a stark contrast to the Wild Elven sisters.
The young man's gaze fell on the Roman again. The young lady's eyes expressed the same desire, but in comparison, she seemed to want the answer she was looking for more.
Brando shook his head and his gaze fell on the spirit's body. This phenomenon meant that the spirit's power was disintegrating, and the power that maintained the Elven girl's existence in this world was extremely weak. Even though she did not immediately disappear, it was likely that she would not be able to hold on for long: "She died long ago. Even now, her spirit is only on the verge of disintegrating."
Romaine let out a sigh of pity.
But when Brando said this, he could not help but click his tongue. Just how much life did she have? After taking a hit from his Strike of the Thousand Armies, being beaten up by the mercenaries for half a day, and then followed up with a fireball spell, she should have died even if she was ten levels higher. But the reality was that the Elven girl was lying there perfectly fine.
She was sleeping beauty.
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