Chapter five hundred and twenty first sin deserves death
The scroll is a scrap obtained from the barbarian Lanila. It is a lawful first-level magic that can forcefully move creatures one meter away.
Transmission is only a lawful first-level magic. The level of magic sealed in the scroll is not high. If you want to push a creature like the Ice Demon, you may have to explode the scroll and use it several times to force it out, relying on a small chance of success in exchange for one success.
, Xu Zhi doesn’t have many opportunities.
Movement magic is related to the weight and size of the creature, and is also partially related to the strength and level of the creature. The calculation formula and spell casting conditions are quite complicated. If the magic level is lower than what it should be, the magic success rate will be reduced. This
It is a magic that even lawful magicians hate to calculate, but many magicians are very straightforward. They push it if they can, and pull it down if they can't. After all, there is not much chance of using the magic of movement.
The ice demon is about two meters tall and is covered in hard ice. Although its body is quite dense, it is thin and its overall weight is barely acceptable. It is constantly harassed and besieged by many creatures. Xu Zhi is looking for an opportunity to light the last fire.
What he bullied was that the ice demon couldn't fly. If he could fall from the arrow tower, the height of more than thirty meters would be enough for this ice demon to eat a pot.
"Hit to the edge of the arrow tower."
"Yes, yes, hit it to the edge and then crash down."
Xu Zhi's words had little authority, and Viscount Staffu, who echoed his words, had a powerful voice. The elven archers and nobles immediately adjusted their positions.
This guy has a very good ability to detect people's emotions. When he saw Geris crouching behind and being protected, this poor-looking elf could also release swarm magic, and his mind instantly imagined that this was something Geralt was hiding.
a certain force.
"Fortunately, I have been diligent and faithful in following Count Geralt these years."
Viscount Staffu thought about it, if anyone in the City of Rain could not think of anything and opposed Geralt, he would be controlled by the swarm magic of this hidden identity, and then he would end up with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
"It's terrible. I have to show my loyalty again."
Thinking of this situation, Viscount Staff felt that he was no longer afraid of the ice demon. He roared, twisted the flaming sword and slashed at it again. The opponent was an ice creature, and the flaming sword had some kind of damage bonus.
Cheng, although his strength is average, he can still cause considerable damage.
"chirp"
The griffon swooped down again and slapped its paw at the ice demon. It failed to get away with it this time. The ice demon slapped him directly and froze him. The frozen griffin blocked the range of the arrow tower.
It was so full that even Xu Zhi, who had been firing cold shots in the corner, had to change his position again.
"It's really bad."
Xu Zhi muttered.
"Pull me out, this big bird is crushing me, my legs, oh~, Goddess of the Forest, why am I so unlucky today."
Viscount Staff, who was full of confidence, suffered a double blow. He didn't want to do anything anymore. If the griffon hadn't pressed him down, maybe it would have been a good idea to pretend to be dead.
"kill"
A nobleman jumped up and struck at the ice demon. The bright and dazzling blade made the ice demon take a step back involuntarily.
"A little further back, okay, perfect."
Seeing that there was no cover behind the ice demon, he directly entered the shooting neutral position of the arrow tower. Xu Zhi pushed the scroll and activated it instantly. A big air hand formed in an instant and pushed directly towards the ice demon.
"Hisssssssssssssssssss"
The big air hand failed to push it, but it frightened the ice demon and took half a step back.
"Push, push, push."
Success is right in front of him. Xu Zhi is not going to keep this broken scroll anymore. If it explodes, just explode it. With continuous use, the air will continue to be stirred out.
"Click"
A big hand of air finally determined that it was successful. The ice demon's body suddenly tensed and was pushed back by the hand of air.
"Giggle."
The falling ice demon made a strange cry, and finally it was no longer the same sound as before.
As a banging sound came, the elven archers and nobles on the arrow tower finally breathed a sigh of relief. This place was temporarily safe.
"Oh my god, it's finally done."
Viscount Staffu finally crawled out from under the griffin. The griffon that had successfully thawed stood up and shook its whole body before flying high into the sky again.
"Damn...haha, what a good bird."
Viscount Staffu patted the bird feathers on his body and looked at Geralt who got up with a smile on his face.
"City Lord, are you feeling better? Can you bear it? Do you want to invite a priest? Although our elf priest is a bit weak, it is still somewhat effective."
Geralt ignored this guy. He twisted the gemstone sword, walked to the edge of the arrow tower, and roared.
"Dogana, the demon you borrowed is dead, why don't you hurry up and capture it."
"Dogana, the demon you borrowed is dead, why don't you hurry up and capture it."
…
His voice was loud and penetrating, and the Rain City troops who were fighting fiercely at the city gate instantly burst into joy, advancing layer by layer like chicken blood.
"How did your father know that the devil was dead?"
Xu Zhi secretly thought that what he shot was relatively hidden. Except for a few elves near the passage, no one else knew about it. The demon spontaneously combusted after death and burned into a pile of ashes, making it even more difficult to identify.
"Perhaps, my father heard the wail of the devil when he was lying on the ground."
"There is no wailing anymore, that demon was still laughing before he died."
Geralt's words not only shook the morale of the natural army defending the city, but also caused the ghost envoy camp to fall into a certain silence.
"Geralt is alive."
"The devil hasn't come back."
"I just saw the ice demon fall from the arrow tower and die. It must have been summoned by the demon."
"It's more bad than good."
Dogana remained silent, his face gloomy. He opened the black robe on his head and glared at Geralt on the tower.
"One day, one day..."
Before he finished speaking, he held his head and started wailing on the ground, an angry voice echoing in his mind.
"Dogana, you are so disappointing, you actually killed my summon number fifteen."
"Sir, my subordinate's poor command caused the loss of Lord Demon No. 15, and he deserves death."
"I didn't want you to die, but you have such a strong desire to die, so I will fulfill your wish."
"Wait, Lord Hexis, this subordinate is just..."
During the soul communication, before Dogana could finish the rest of his words, thick black blood suddenly flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils. In just a few seconds, his whole body turned into black water, leaving a white skeleton behind his clothes.
In the middle, he staggered two steps and fell to the ground with a snap, his bones scattered in a pile.
"The poison in that adult's soul broke out."
"Dogana actually traded his soul. No wonder that lord trusted him so much."
"Retreat. Dogana and Roski are both dead. No one can blame us."
The ghost and god envoy camp whispered for a few words and summoned bone horses one after another.
Worthless skeletons and ghosts stood on the front line, while the summons cultivated by the summoning of ghosts and gods continued to retreat.
The two leaders who had gathered the crowd were both dead. There was no chance of winning if they stayed and continued to fight. Without a leader, they didn't have such a good idea to fight desperately.
"The whole army charges"
Geralt yelled, took out a horn, and started blowing loudly.