Chapter 230 (2/2)

First of all, Peter FASA is right. Vera is indeed the best night watchman among them - a short contact battle almost perfectly reflects the real use of the high-level magic spell ”beyond perception”.

From the moment it was born, it was used to raid and assassinate.

Unlike a black haired wizard who is not afraid of the erosion of the void and can ”have unlimited endurance”, most wizards and soldiers adhere to this high-level magic spell for up to four quarters of an hour, and then there will be extremely serious loss of strength and dizziness, muscle twitching and even foaming at the mouth, and fainting on the spot.

Therefore, the really correct approach should be to break through the enemy as quickly as possible, or find a safe place to rest as soon as possible after launching a short raid, and then continue fighting until it is almost recovered.

Instead of relying on the effect of the spell itself and too many enemies stronger than himself, or even fighting a consumption war of ”hurting each other”, it is completely death.

Secondly, like some female elf and dancer, this girl's instinct is faster than her brain.

While she quickly laid down nearly six enemies, the remaining ”beggars” had completely surrounded her. Willa, who had to bite her teeth, never gave up, and even became braver and braver. She had no intention to ask Loren for help.

Sighing, the black haired wizard lowered his body, moved quickly along several grass and rocks on the bank, quietly approached behind a ”beggar” who wanted to sneak attack, cut his throat, pressed his left hand with ”caster” gloves on the ground, and the gray blue nine pointed star opened on the ground.

Vera, who was besieged, immediately felt something strange and instinctively withdrew. Four ”beggars” rushed at her immediately - in a flash, four stone pillars suddenly stabbed out of the ground!

”Rock will” --!

The four unprepared people were pierced by stone pillars, and the columns dyed blood red stretched out from behind them. The four people were hung in mid air.

The stunned red haired girl was stunned. She heard a scream behind her. Two bodies fell soft beside her. Turning back, the dark haired wizard stood there and smiled and stretched out his right hand to her:

”Are you okay?”

In silence, Vera took his hand and got up from the ground. She looked very embarrassed - this was the second time she was saved by this guy, and it was entirely because she was too reckless

”I'm sorry!” the red haired girl looked at the stunned Loren: ”I'll repay you later!”

”... well, let's discuss this later.” Lauren quickly smiled and pointed to the waste ship not far away: ”we'd better focus on the immediate task first and make sure whether Isaac is here or not.

And there may be other enemies! ”

Some embarrassed Vera nodded coldly and took the initiative to walk in front. After laughing, Lauren had to shrug her shoulders, pick up the short knife on the ground and follow her.

The next battle was much easier than Loren thought - although the fight outside had attracted the attention of the ”beggars” in the waste ship, this time the red haired girl did not rush out, but meticulously executed his orders, and even the enemy she saw would not start first.

Although the dark haired wizard could vaguely understand that this was the other party's ”compensation” for his just behavior in this way, it was just too ”awkward” and even made him a little uncomfortable.

After quietly killing the last two guards outside the door, they finally came to the door of the bottom warehouse of the waste ship. After looking at each other, Lauren first pushed the door open, and Vera rushed in almost at the same time!

After a moment of silence, the black haired wizard standing outside the door almost didn't hear anything. On guard, he walked into the cabin with some surprise close to the edge of the door. The red haired girl stood there motionless:

”Is this the... Genius Wizard you're talking about, Isaac Grantham?”

Listening to each other's sleepwalking voice, Loren looked in the direction she pointed out. A guy squatting in the middle of the pile of books, holding a roast chicken in one hand, and drawing on the blackboard with a quill pen in the other hand appeared in his vision. His head was unkempt and his face was covered with big stubbles. The whole cabin was full of a strong, rotting smell.

Probably choking, the man threw the roast chicken aside, picked up the ink bottle and poured it into his mouth as wine. As soon as I looked up, I saw a familiar figure with a surprised light in my eyes:

”Loren Turin, how did you get here, that stupid alchemist... I mean, ain Rand, did you come with you?!”