"Tomorrow is the duel, Arthur, are you ready?" Bedivere asked worriedly while eating breakfast. Arthur has basically not prepared for a battle in the past few days (he only murmured to the dragons)
(at least something that only they can understand), is there really no problem with this?!
"I have thought of several countermeasures, but I can't know how effective they will be until actual combat." Arthur said disapprovingly, "Anyway, Grand Duke Younes has roughly grasped my trump cards, so I can only bite the bullet and go for it."
While Arthur was still talking like this, suddenly, a black shadow shot in from the window and pointed directly at Tovel's eyebrows!
Bang! Arthur instantly blocked the black shadow with his dining knife. The thing bounced in the air for several seconds, then landed, with its sharp tip stuck on the wooden floor. Only then did everyone see clearly that the black shadow was a pure black weapon.
The arrow. The surface of the arrow even glows purple.
"It may be poisonous, don't touch it!" Arthur's mind suddenly started to spin, and he commanded: "Lianyin, use the magic shield to protect Tovel. Bedi, Tristan, follow me."
"It's too late. They saw that the sneak attack failed and fled away long ago." Tristan shouted.
"It won't be too late," Arthur said, "it depends on how well you do."
The fish-man boy knew in his heart that the opponent launched the attack outside the sensing range of the Lotus Sound Magic Barrier. In other words, the opponent's location was at least two hundred feet away. ------An arrow shot from two hundred feet away!
That guy is a master of assassination, and escaping at high speed after one blow is an inevitable action. I'm afraid he has run far away now! Arthur still wants to chase him? Is this a fool's errand?
Tristan wondered, and followed Arthur and Bediwell out of the house. At the same time, Arthur shouted: "Bedi, which direction? Be precise!"
"The direction of eleven and a half," the werewolf boy shouted immediately after identifying the smell in the air. The smell on the poisonous arrow formed a line in the world of his sense of smell. On this windless day, the direction of the line was clear.
is presented.
"Tristan, can you help me make a stepping shot like Ivan did?" Arthur asked again.
"I've never tried it. But it's possible to shoot ice arrows that are strong enough to push people. Shoot at your back? Don't blame me if it hurts you." Tristan aimed at the direction Bedivere was pointing and prepared to cast magic.
"Just shoot!" Arthur ran in the direction directed by Bedi, waiting for Tristan's opportunity to take action.
"...No matter!" Tristan charged up and released his magic. He shot a huge ice arrow, and used orbital acceleration magic to instantly accelerate the ice arrow to the speed of a bullet, and flew straight in the direction of Arthur. Arthur
He tumbled in the air, stepped firmly on the ice arrow, and flew out with the ice arrow.
"This is so convenient, I must learn this trick." Tristan said enviously.
The ice arrow flying out at high speed quickly caught up with the assassin. The assassin was still running desperately, but when he saw that he was about to be caught up, he immediately turned around and shot an arrow at Arthur!
"Innocent!" Arthur smashed the ice arrows used as stepping stones with one sword. The fragments of the ice arrows were scattered towards the assassin like shotguns. Not only did they lower the assassin's attack, but they also raised ice mist to cover the opponent's body.
sight.
"I got you!" Arthur had already come behind the assassin. With one sword strike, he chopped off both of his feet. With another sword strike, he chopped off his left arm. With the last sword strike, he cut off the whole bowl of his right hand!
Seeing that he could no longer run away, the fox assassin opened his mouth and planned to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Arthur had already stuffed the dozens of rags he had prepared into the fox man's mouth.
Rolling, rolling. The fox-man who had been cut into a stick rolled on the ground for a long distance before stopping. Arthur walked over slowly, grabbed the assassin's hair and hung him up.
"Hey, you're not dead yet?" Arthur asked coldly.
The fox assassin had already lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.