738 Su Part 3 (1/2)

Saleen was standing behind, so he did not have to witness this scene, otherwise he would have learned another tactic. This grade-8 sorcerer had actually engraved the magic patterns belonging to a fire spell in his mouth and he knew how to draw a mini magic array. He could spit out a fireball instantly, without needing to do any magic preparations.

Mages who were inclined to battle would draw many magic arrays across their bodies, but it was simply too painful to draw a magic array in the mouth. Almost no one was willing to endure this sort of suffering.

The winged skeleton knew the perils of this fireball, but he was reluctant to retreat because it was very onerous for him to get close to this sorcerer. He decided to abandon the giant ax, while the bone wings on his back extended without any warning whatsoever. The winged skeleton went forward, then he used the razor sharp bone thorns at the ends of his wings to stab at the sorcerer's ribs.

In the face of an oncoming green fireball, the winged skeleton only swung his head backwards.

Mysteriously, the green fireball made a bend and struck the winged skeleton's face. The fireball was then immediately extinguished, as a crimson fissure appeared on the winged skeleton's crystal mask.

The crystal mask worn by the winged skeleton was the sturdiest accessory on his body. A spirit would receive massive damage if their Soul Flame was directly wounded, Saleen gave this crystal mask to the winged skeleton. It imitated the devil set. Even if it was hit by an alchemical crossbow, it would not be penetrated.

This was a product Saleen was most proud of, yet it was fissured by a tiny green fireball. The that instant when the fireball struck the crystal mask, a sudden shock occurred. It underwent extreme contraction and expansion. An intermediate level spell should not be able to release this kind of energy.

A magic array tattooed on the body would never be a high level magic array, the human body could not take it.

Horrifyingly, the winged skeleton's bone wings grew to over eight yards long. The sorcerer tried to back away, but the elvish alchemical crossbows had taken aim at his back. The third barrage was being prepared. The sorcerer took out a scroll helplessly.

This scroll was small and exquisite, it was only one-fifth the size of a normal scroll. It was obsidian in color and was bound using gold strands. Before the sorcerer could open his scroll, the winged skeleton felt a sharp pain in his bone wings. A cutlass had flown across the sky and penetrated the weakest portion of his bone wings, stabbing the sorcerer's wrist.

The Crystal Reflection did not have much of an effect, the cutlass had fractured the elemental protection as the Sword Aura within possessed unparalleled might. Blood gushed out of the sorcerer's wrist as the scroll fell to the ground.

The sorcerer was startled, at this point in time, he recalled something his teacher had told him when he was still a low grade mage.

”Even if you advance to a sorcerer in the future, try not to let a grand swordmaster attack you at close range.”

The cultivation of the Sword Aura was more complicated than that of magic, it was fraught with many secret skills too. The abilities of some Sword Auras could greatly counter magic. If it was not for their short attack range, the status of a swordsman would not be so lowly.

This flashback only appeared for a brief moment in his mind as another hundred arrows were fired at the sorcerer's back. The Crystal Reflection was dotted with holes like a beehive, then another two alchemical arrows pierced the sorcerer's body.

The sorcerer's ribs were penetrated by the winged skeleton's bone wings too and he bled profusely.

After getting wounded several times, the sorcerer could still maintain a calm demeanor while casting spells. One of the rings on his hand suddenly exploded and his body became clad in a layer of stone armor. The bone wings which penetrated his body had also fossilized. Two cracks sounded, as the thorn on the winged skeleton's bone wings fractured. The sorcerer had broken free from the winged skeleton's restraint.

He had finally straightened his thoughts, it was impossible for him to deal with the prowess of the enemy. Before leaving, he wanted to injure one of the vital fighters in the enemy's army.

Taking out a magic staff from his ring, the sorcerer tapped it gently. A puppet formed from silver mist appeared before the winged skeleton. The winged skeleton's giant ax then fell to the ground.

A shadow flitted under the winged skeleton's ribs, it bent down and picked up the giant ax. This shadow swiped at the silver puppet. This person turned out to be Su, he was much shorter than Saleen, but he could wield the winged skeleton's four yard long giant ax effortlessly.

In one swipe the silver puppet reverted to mist, then it began converging in the air once again.

The sorcerer wanted to bend down and pick up the black scroll, but he noticed that the young grand swordmaster was pouting and glaring at him ferociously. His heart shuddered, then a second ring in his hand exploded.

The giant ax shimmered with brilliance as the sorcerer's silhouette disappeared. Su's attack with the giant ax had created a cavity dozens of yards deep in the ground.