Two or three goblins at the front of the group screamed and rushed forward. The Roman was shocked and hurriedly cast a 'Slow Curse'. This second-circle spell was very useful against weak monsters like the goblins. The goblins at the front of the group slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was glue on the soles of their feet. Even raising their hands became heavy. They ran with big strides, but it was funny that they were running in slow motion.
The former was' surprised 'to find that her spell' actually 'worked. She quickly took out a mirror from her backpack and said, "You can see, but you can't touch!" The small group of goblins behind her bumped into each other one after another, as if they had bumped into an invisible wall. The goblins at the front of the group had their faces pressed against a glass. Their pointy noses were tilted to one side and their whole body was deformed.
The other goblins who were slowed down were lucky enough to escape because they were too slow.
Unlike the wizard's Mirror Image spell, which came from the refraction of light, the witch's Mirror Image spell turned the world in the eyes of the target into a mirror. As the saying went, 'You can see, but you can't touch.' At this moment, the goblins and the three ladies were separated by an invisible mirror. There was a boundary between the real and the fake world. If this law could not be broken, then this boundary could not be broken.
Witches were a class that players could not choose. The strength of their magic was generally higher than other types of spells in the same circle. It could be said that their magic was second only to Dragon Magic. However, there was always a trade-off. Black magic was very harmful to the caster's body, so most witches were eccentric.
Mirror Image spell was a one-way spell, which meant that it only worked on the target.
When the elf and Kiyara saw that Roman's spell had taken effect, they stopped fighting. The former hurriedly took out a heavy crossbow from her back and shot down a goblin. After shooting an arrow, she immediately threw away the heavy crossbow and replaced it with the Demon Slayer Spear. The latter, on the other hand, took out a magic wand from nowhere and cast a Charm spell on the goblins, causing the goblins to fight with their own people.
"Illusionist!" Shanni cried out in surprise. Spell casters were already rare in this era. Most of them were craftsmen and enchanters, while illusionists were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
"I only know a little," Chiyara replied. "Compared to this, I can't deal with those two big guys!"
The big guy she was talking about was at least five or six meters tall. When it stood up, it looked like a tower of meat. It had greyish-white skin, long mane, or hair, and carried a spiked club as a weapon. It was the most dangerous magical creature in the wilderness — the ogre. The two ogres with fierce faces strode forward, crossing the dense bushes as if they were crossing a meadow. They punched Roman's mirror spell, and a circle of ripples appeared in the air. The spell made a teeth-numbing sound like glass and shattered in an instant.
The three ladies were so scared that their hair almost stood on end. They screamed and ran away.
But how could they possibly outrun the ogre? Chiyara was the first to be caught. The ogre in front of her reached out to grab her, but the little elf hurriedly knocked Chiyara away, causing the ogre to grab empty air. Then, the two of them rolled into the nearby bushes. The ogre roared and lifted its foot to stomp on the ground. Seeing that the little elf and Chiyara were about to be stomped into meat paste, Roman quickly stopped under a beech tree. He raised his hand and cast 'Grease' on the ogre's foot that was propped up on the ground. The ogre slid backward and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Perhaps this ogre was just too unlucky. When it fell, its head hit a moss-covered rock in the forest, creating a large hole in it and killing it instantly.
When the remaining ogre saw that its comrade had died, it went berserk. It roared and swung its wooden club at the Roman. Chiyara had no choice but to cover her head and roll away. The wooden club broke the beech tree she was hiding in and broke it into two. The broken beech tree fell with a loud bang, and branches and leaves rustled onto the Roman. The latter calmly crawled through the gap between the beech tree and the ground. However, at the last moment, a branch caught her in her bag. Chiyara pulled hard and tore a large hole in her bag. The caltrops and crystal beads in her bag fell to the ground. Although she was heartbroken, she did not pick them up and continued to crawl forward.
On the other hand, the ogre behind her was unlucky. It stepped on the caltrops. These caltrops were originally prepared for war horses, so they were a little too small for an ogre. However, even a toothpick would hurt if it pierced the soles of the ogre's feet. The ogre could not help but scream and jump in pain. In the end, it stepped on the crystal beads, slipped, and fell on its back.
Chiyara, who had just crawled up from the bushes, saw this scene. She shouted, "Now!"
Then, she pushed the Elf who was holding onto the corner of her clothes. The Elf was still in a daze when she stood up with Kiyara's clothes. She felt herself being pushed and stumbled forward, just in time to reach the Ogre's huge head. Before she could see what was going on, she lost her balance and fell towards the Ogre. Her subconscious action was to thrust the silver Demon Slayer Spear forward into the Ogre's wide open mouth, penetrating it beautifully from the front to the back.
"Ahhh!" The ogre was only halfway through its scream before it was deader than dead.
The forest seemed to have quieted down.
The goblins who were chasing after the ogre were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. As the saying goes, the fox uses the tiger's might to intimidate others. Even the tiger is dead, how could the fox use the tiger's might to intimidate others? For a moment, they stood there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. If they advanced, they might not be able to defeat the three ladies. This was proven in the previous battle. However, behind them, Miss Chiyara was waving her magic wand and pointing it at them.
"You, yes, it's you!" Now it was Chiyara's turn to intimidate others. She loudly gave an ultimatum, "Hurry up and capture that shorty for me, and I'll spare your lives. If you want to run away! Hmph! "
With the last word, Chiyara waved the magic wand in her hand. A bolt of lightning struck a small sapling nearby, turning it into ashes.
This spell was an Elementalist's spell. Obviously, it was a spell that came with the wand.
The goblins immediately ran back the way they came, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.
Not long after, they carried a short, fat dwarf who was tied up into a ball and appeared in front of Roman, Chiyara, and Wisp. They threw poor Mr. Boris Anvil to the ground and stood in a row, trembling with fear.
"It's you again!"
When Boris Fire Anvil saw the Little Elf, he couldn't help but flare up and struggle.
Boris Anvil felt that he was really unlucky. Although he knew that this job was a little ridiculous, he felt that the risk was worth it for the sake of the money. He was just a small character. He was already favored by Gaia to be chosen by the big shot of the Empire to participate in such a huge plan. Besides, he was only responsible for a small part of the plan. There shouldn't be any big problems. He thought so too, but the nightmare started last night.
To be exact, it started from the moment he saw these two seemingly harmless faces.
First, he was sprayed with his proud alchemy work. Then, he was inexplicably thrown into the river. Poor old Boris. He had not touched water many times in his life, let alone swim. He hugged a piece of driftwood that flew out of nowhere and floated in the water all night, shivering. He finally met a group of goblins under Lady Shagos and fished himself out of the cold river. The precious alchemy potions and materials in his robe were almost all gone.
He had not even set foot on dry and comfortable land for a few minutes before he was inexplicably beaten up by his own people and tied up like a dumpling. The Anvil Family's dignity was completely gone.
Before he could react, he saw the two little demons' faces again.
"You damned demons, why did you make fun of me!" he shouted angrily.
Before he could finish his sentence, Kiara kicked him hard, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air from the pain. "You know this short and fat guy?" Kiara pointed her magic wand at the dwarf's head and asked the elf.
The elf glared fiercely at the dwarf. "It's all his fault that the elf was discovered! He even wanted to use that green powder to stun the elf. This is bad, he must be a slave trader! "
"Damn it! How could you do that to such a cute little girl! "Kiara whipped the latter's face." I hate slave traders the most! "
"I'm not!" Boris Anvil replied angrily. "I'm a law-abiding citizen!"
"You still dare to lie!" Kiara whipped his big nose again, causing the latter to wail in pain. "Let me ask you, do law-abiding citizens mix with goblins?"
Boris Anvil was slightly stunned and hurriedly denied it. "I was caught by them!"
"Hmph!" Chiyara smiled triumphantly. "Let me ask you, were you with him before?"
Faced with the little girl's knife-like gaze, the goblins hurriedly nodded their heads.
"Then was he caught by you?"
The goblins shook their heads in unison.
"Ouch!" said poor Mr. Polly Anvil, who was struck in the ear again, and wept with pain. "I hate people who lie through their teeth the most, and with such little skill." Kiara poked the dwarf's forehead with her magic wand and said fiercely.
This time, the dwarf was like a deflated balloon, deflated.
"This guy is mixing with the goblins at this time, he must be up to something." Kiara excitedly reported to the Roman beside her. The latter was looking at his torn leather bag with heartache and said absent-mindedly, "Oh." However, Kiara did not seem to mind at all. She continued, "I think we can interrogate him properly, maybe we can get some important information!"
Boris Anvil was shocked. Of course, he knew some secrets, but it would cost him his life if he revealed them. He hurriedly shouted, "No, no! I am a noble, you have to treat the captive well! "
Before he could finish, he was whipped in the nose, causing him to cry out in pain and roll on the ground.
"Shut up, I didn't ask you to speak!" Kiara obviously did not have the words "treat the captive well" in her dictionary.
Then, she stepped on the dwarf and asked, "Let me ask you, whose subordinates are these goblins?"
Boris Anvil kept his mouth shut and stared at Kiara, not saying a word.
"Hmph, I know even if you don't say it." Kiara rolled her eyes and thought of something. "Goblins usually don't mix with ogres, it's not like there's a magical wave. If there's something similar to a magical wave nearby, there should be goblins and ogres in the army of Jorgendy Ridge."
Boris Anvil stared at her in fear.
"Got it right?"
"Ouch!" Another red mark appeared on the dwarf's face. He could not help but cry out in grief and indignation, "Why did you hit me again?"
"You should be the one to answer this question, but you didn't. I answered for you, so of course I have to pay, right?" Kiara smiled proudly, showing her sharp, snow-white teeth. "I'll give you a discount this time, but next time you'll have to pay in full."
Boris Anvil's face turned pale. He struggled and shouted, "Do you still have the demeanor of a noble?"
But before he could finish his words, he received a solid blow.
"This is a lady's privilege," Kiara answered matter-of-factly.
"Then the second question, what do you do?"
"I've said it before, I'm a law-abiding citizen of Kirrlutz, you'll have to pay the price for treating me like this!" Boris Anvil's face was red and blue, his messy beard trembling, he was about to go mad.
Kiara pretended not to hear him. "You're a citizen of Cruz, but you're still with the goblins. Looks like you're a traitor."
"Damn it, I'm not!"
"Then tell me, who do you serve?"
"I said, I'm not!"
Kiara snorted softly, turned around and asked the elf, "Little idiot, where did you meet this guy?"
The elf looked at her with great dissatisfaction and replied, "I'm not a little idiot."
"If you want to prove that you're not an idiot, you have to tell me the whole story. Otherwise, how will I know whether you're an idiot or not?" Kiara answered.
The elf puffed up her cheeks and replied angrily, "I met this bad guy in a candy shop."
"Candy shop?"
"That place is called Roves' Compass, it's a bread workshop," Jude added in annoyance.
"So it was there." Kiara's eyes lit up. "So, that dragon was also lured here by you guys?"
"Of course not! That dragon was lured here by the silver dragon. The silver dragon was a woman in white clothes at first. She picked up the little fairy's glowing ball, and then the dragon came! "The little fairy retorted loudly.
"What silver dragon, a woman in white?" Kiara asked with a frown.
Xianni shook her head helplessly and recounted the events that had transpired back then.
"Damn it! That's my Shining Tree Seed! "After hearing her words, the dwarf couldn't help but shout angrily," You thieves! "
"Shut up!" Chiyara stomped on his stomach, making him curl up like a shrimp. "So, you were really there at that time. Who were the people in the room? You're not going to tell me you don't know them, are you?"
"Even if I know them, I won't tell you!" Although Boris Anvil was sweating from the pain, he still answered firmly.
Chiara stretched out a finger and shook her head in front of him, "Even if you don't tell me, I know. That older guy calls that woman 'Miss Delphine', and that woman calls him 'Uncle Solinz'. That woman is the daughter of the prime minister of Kirrlutz, and Solinz is the captain of the guards of the Nidevan family. That young man is called Effie, and he is Solinz's deputy. And you, it seems that you should also be the alchemist of the Nidevan family — Boris Anvil, right?"
Boris Anvil looked at Kiara with fear, as if he was looking at a scourge. "You, who are you? How do you know so much?"
Kiara patted the dwarf's chubby cheeks with her magic wand. "Don't pretend to be surprised. You haven't answered my question. How did you get together with the goblins?"
"Strange, strange," Kiara muttered to herself. "Could it be that even the prime minister has joined Jorgendy Ridge?"
Boris Anvil's face turned red and white. He was about to say something when Kiara interrupted him. "Stupid dwarf, if I were you, I would think carefully before speaking. I'm not that little idiot over there. "
"I'm not an idiot —!"
Kiara ignored his words and continued. "You can fool them, but you can't fool me. Let me guess. You obviously have another mission, but the others may not know. Let's assume that this mission was given by Prime Minister Nedwen or the old prime minister. If it was for Solinz, Efe, or anyone else, then there's no need to hide it from Miss Delfien. That means your mission target can only be the prime minister's daughter. "
Boris Anvil opened his mouth and stared at her. His beard trembled as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Kiara, of course, noticed the dwarf's expression. She smiled proudly. "Looks like I'm right again."
As she spoke, she whipped the dwarf's nose twice. The latter's tears flowed down his nose as he groaned.
After receiving her 'reward' from the dwarf, Chiara put away her magic wand in satisfaction. She tapped her lips and asked curiously, "But this is strange. Would the Prime Minister of the Empire harm his own daughter?"
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