Chapter 88 Battle Mage, Destroy the Group, Traces of the Gog Devil
Although the torrential rain that has been raging for a long time has passed, the dark clouds accumulated in the sky still show no sign of dissipating. On this dark moonless night, in the entire Rainbow Ranch, only a little light from the magic furnace in front of us can give people
For warmth and protection.
Looking at the pack of wolves that had begun to charge at high speed across the river bank, Moriarty took a deep breath and then raised the black wand in his hand.
There was no chanting or chanting, no guidance gestures, just a little spiritual power trigger, and two consecutive brilliant magical rays of light shone from the tip of the "Mage Partner". In an instant, "Breath of Wind"
and "Petrified Skin", two first-level spells pre-existing in the wand, were instantly summoned by Moriarty. This is the powerful power of magic equipment, which can help the mage break through the traditional shackles of magic to a certain extent and achieve
A series of amazing magic effects.
Gently putting down his "mage companion", Moriarty's body was already surrounded by white and dark green magic brilliance. Looking at the wolves that were almost halfway over, Moriarty grabbed the magic dagger in his palm, and then
With a "swish" sound, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and unexpectedly charged back and killed the ten attacking prairie wolves. It seemed that he was stimulated and inspired by his temporary master, and he was already timid in the face of the rushing wolves.
The four hounds also yelled and rushed over.
Because of the blessing of the Breath of Wind, Moriarty's sprint speed was extremely fast. When the leader of the wolf pack was the first to rush out of the river and set foot on the soil on the north bank, Moriarty's sharp sword
The light has already roared in.
"Ouch!"
He never expected that the human in front of him would have such a fierce offensive and such a rapid speed. A trace of panic flashed in the green pupils of the alpha wolf. However, the bloodthirsty wildness and hunger in his belly instantly turned this man away.
The panic was suppressed. In a violent wolf howl, the alpha wolf kicked hard with its powerful hind legs, and the calf-like body suddenly turned into a terrifying black shadow, and faced the incoming sword sharply.
Pounced over.
Facing the wolf's counterattack as if he was risking his life, Moriarty just smiled coldly. If he had been holding an ordinary iron sword, maybe this blow from the wolf could really turn defeat into victory. Because as we all know, the wolf has
The hardest part is the wolf head, which is almost similar to a rock. But unfortunately...
With a twist of the hilt of the sword in his palm, Moriarty instantly turned his slash into a stab. He aimed the sword at the top of the head of the wolf that was charging towards him, and stabbed straight out with a "whoosh".
"puff."
Like a hot knife cutting wax, Moriarty's magic dagger penetrated the fur and skull of the wolf's forehead without any hindrance, and then nailed the wolf's huge head to the mud on the river bank. Then.
, the green light in the alpha wolf's eyes quickly dimmed and went out.
"Ouch!"
Seeing that their leader died in the hands of humans after just one encounter, the other nine wolves that were still trudging quickly in the Rainbow River immediately lost their momentum. However, after roaring in unison, the wolves still pounced towards the target resolutely.
Come and kill.
Ignoring the angry wolf howl that blew past his ears, Moriarty pulled out the magic dagger from the head of the wolf with a click. Immediately, a large amount of juice mixed with white and red impurities spurted out from the wound on the head of the wolf corpse like a fountain.
It came out and jumped more than two meters high.
The next moment, the wolves that had crossed the Rainbow River finally rushed to the north bank, and Moriarty was instantly surrounded by the wolves.
Ordinary first-level warriors, facing the siege of nine hungry wolves by one person, can probably only hold on for five minutes. And even if they fight to the death, they can kill at most about half of the wolves, but they will not be able to survive.
After all, there is no way to escape the fate of being buried in the wolf's kiss. This is why some huge wolf packs on the grassland even dare to attack heavily armed caravans. Under the conditions of sneak attacks and hasty encounters, even powerful professionals
It is also very likely that the wolves will be killed alive by the ferocity, tenacity and huge numbers of the wolves.
But it is a pity that the ten prairie wolves who came to the Rainbow River to look for food tonight were really unlucky. Because the opponents they encountered were not pure warrior professionals, nor fragile mage professionals, but were accepting battles.
Moriarty tested by the mage quest.
Facing the sharp teeth and claws that kept attacking him, Moriarty only protected his vitals and face, and did not actively defend other body parts. At the same time, Moriarty's sword edge was like the god of death.
Like his fingertips, he kept writing notes of death on the bodies of the wolves. And for more than a minute, one after another, the hungry wolves turned into flesh and blood syllables in Moriarty's killing movement.
Perhaps, these wild creatures who fell under Moriarty's sword will never understand why they desperately attack their targets but never leave any effective wounds on their bodies. Whenever the sharp edges of wolf fangs or violent claws tear
When Moriarty's robe was about to cut ruthlessly into its bones and flesh, a dark green light curtain would flash. Then, the prey's originally soft and cottony skin would suddenly seem to be covered with a solid layer of
Like a rock, the wolves' attacks could no longer penetrate further, leaving only light scratches on the surface of Moriarty's skin.
On the contrary, with the blessing of the breath of wind, Moriarty's attack was as fast as a whirlwind. The "sharp" magic dagger was like a tailor cutting clothes when facing the rough fur of the wolves, even just with the sharp edge of the dagger.
A small intimate contact with the blade will definitely cause a shocking and dripping wound immediately.
After another minute, ten prairie wolves, including the previous wolf, were wiped out on the north bank of the Rainbow River. In fact, when Moriarty's killing process reached the final moment, the only two remaining prairie wolves
It's not that the wolf never thought of escaping. Unfortunately, the four hounds were already outflanking them at this time. After slightly blocking the escape of the two wolves, the pursuing sword light cut the remaining wolf into four pieces.
At the end of the battle, Moriarty stopped, looked at the mess around him, and sighed lightly. In addition to cutting off a few strong wolf legs as meat rewards for the hounds, all the other wolf carcasses were thrown in
He washed it away in the Rainbow River to prevent the accumulated bloody smell from causing other unnecessary trouble.
After wiping the blood off the magic dagger, Moriarty glanced at a fingertip-sized white crystal under the hilt, and then returned the sword to its sheath. The two minutes of fighting only made the light scale in the white crystal slightly brighter.
It has been weakened a bit, so the "sharp" effect of the dagger can still last for at least ten minutes in the battle, and will not have a big impact on subsequent missions.
Returning to his small camp, Moriarty first adjusted his breathing, and then immediately replenished the two consumed first-level spells "Breath of Wind" and "Petrified Skin" back into the wand. Then, after waiting
After everything was done, he put the kettle back on the magic stove to heat it up and continued his dinner. As for the robes that were damaged in the battle, there were currently no spare parts to replace them, so he could only continue to wear them.
After dinner, Moriartillo freshened up and began to meditate. As for the security of the camp, there were four keen hounds, so there was no risk of failure.
Early the next morning, all the cumulus clouds hanging over the pasture finally dispersed. A huge rainbow stretched across the sky from east to west, and with the bright skylight slowly falling, it looked extremely beautiful.
Three days had passed since the mission deadline, and Moriarty didn't have much time left. After packing up his belongings, he prepared to set out as soon as possible to search for traces of the three Gog Demons.
But before taking action, Moriarty first took out a palm-sized sealed container jar from the canvas bag, then summoned four hounds, opened the seal of the container and let the hounds sniff the mouth of the jar one by one, and then carefully sealed the opening.
After smelling the mysterious smell in the jar, the four hounds all started sneezing loudly. Some of the hounds even suffered from slight dizziness, but fortunately they recovered quickly.
After taking back the container, Moriarty commanded the hound to follow the breath coming out of the container to search for some faint smell still remaining in the air. Because as a mage, Moriarty can communicate very conveniently through spiritual communication.
Let the hounds understand some of their simple intentions. After sniffing around nervously, the four hounds discovered some vague traces one after another, and immediately started to follow an invisible track with a "whining" cry.
, followed slowly along the north bank of Rainbow River.
Here, Moriarty should thank dogs for their superior sense of smell, which allows them to find traces of clues left in the air after being washed away by heavy rains and evaporated by days of wind.
When the fourth day passed, Moriarty, guided by the hounds, had searched dozens of kilometers upstream of the Rainbow River. Although the three Gog Demons were still not visible, it was obvious that the four hounds had already
The traces of the target were firmly grasped. Especially in the evening, the hunting speed of the hounds was obviously much faster, as if the Gog Demon was not far ahead.
Now that the opponent's tail has been firmly bitten, and the movement at night has not changed, a hasty battle will be very detrimental to Moriarty, who is alone, so after careful consideration, Moriarty decided to camp on the spot before nightfall.
After dawn on the fifth day, we will rush up quickly.
In order not to attract the attention of possible targets ahead, Moriarty did not even light a fire that night. Instead, he drank cold water and chewed raw food. Moreover, the four hounds were also muzzled to prevent them from howling in the middle of the night and alerting them.
Quartet.
There was no word for the night. In the early morning of the fifth day, Moriarty, who was ready, mounted his horse and continued to pursue. After about two hours of advancement, Moriarty finally found the conclusive traces left by the Gog Demon on the road ahead.
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