Chapter 112

? "What did you call me?"

"Teacher." Morea tensed her face and looked serious.

"Hehe." The pale-faced elf girl smiled proudly, and a sense of satisfaction came from her heart.

"Don't you cut off the connection with the magic circle in the sky?" Morea stood up straight, feeling the weakening breath of the elf girl, and reminded.

Morea could sense that at the moment when the magic circle in mid-air was formed, the elf girl established a connection with the magic circle, and the power in her body was continuously supplied to the magic circle.

The more arrows shot out of the circle, the faster the elf girl's breath decays.

"No." The elf girl Hesel, who had seen her own power, waved her hand very proudly, still maintaining contact with the sky circle, she looked around, "There are still many demons who are not dead!"

Under this beautiful and murderous silver moon rain, the low-level demons, such as the cowardly demon, the quartet demon, and the demon hunting spider, were not even able to resist, and were immediately shot to death.

However, the demons above the gold level are not so easy to die. Among the demon legions that have made countless worlds terrified and disfigured, the gold-level demons are the backbone, and they are not lambs to be slaughtered.

As for the soul-intelligence-level demon, luckily, the area where Morea and the elf girl are located is not there, otherwise, it would not be the current scene. For the middle and low-level demons, the extremely deadly rain of arrows is just a drizzle of rain for the soul-level demons.

The arrow shot by the elf girl is indeed incomparably subtle, and it precisely shoots every demon within the detection range, and there is almost no unnecessary waste.

However, her strength is beyond the expectations of Morea, but it is also at the first level of the soul. Such a delicate arrow cannot hide the fact that her strength is insufficient. This arrow rain has reduced her strength Utilized to the extreme, but also scattered to the extreme.

The rain of arrows falling in the magic circle is just right to deal with some bronze and silver-level demons, but it is quite difficult to deal with gold-level demons, not to mention soul-level demons.

"Teacher, some big guys are attracted by you." Morea closed his eyes, and in his perception, there were several tyrannical and powerful breaths approaching quickly, as bright as a torch in the dark night.

The big guy that Morea said, of course, refers to the soul-level demon. For him, the gold-level demon is just a bunch of fish, and he can shoot a bunch of them.

After all, he can crush all gold-level demons with his physique alone.

"I know." The elf girl Hesel pursed her lips and said, "Muria, according to the contract, it is my responsibility to teach the titans to learn bow skills. You don't need to call me teacher, just call me by my name, my name is He. Sir."

"Okay, Mr. Hessel."

"Don't call me teacher." The elf girl was a little annoyed. If the elder knew about this, he would definitely reprimand her.

"Instead of worrying about this with me, you might as well think about the soul-level demons attracted by you." Morea pointed to the surroundings.

"Roar!" Within the range of the moon-white arrow rain, the middle and low-level demons were almost killed and wounded, leaving only a few slightly stronger gold-level demons desperately resisting the arrow rain, but it was also a desperate situation. It seems that after a while, they will no longer be able to resist, and will be shot into a hornet's nest by arrows like torrential rain.

"Hey!" "Hey!"... The arrows from the moon-white circle no longer fall evenly, but instead focus on eleven golden-level demons covered in bruises. Under the circle, these demons are left. .

"Bang!" "Bang!"... These demons of all kinds and strange shapes are struggling to resist, struggling desperately. They shattered arrows after arrows, but more arrows shot into them. In their bodies, they left wounds sprayed with blood.

The vitality of the gold-level demon is fully displayed at this moment. Those wounds shot by arrows, after just a few breaths, will quickly shrink, heal, and scab under the growing muscles, but it is a pity, They do not heal as fast as they are injured, and if there is no accident, they will surely die.

But this is the training ground set up by the lord of the abyss Ulysses for the underage Titans in the clan. The existence of the gate of the abyss makes demons everywhere, gold-level demons can be seen everywhere, soul-level demons are scattered around, and occasionally there will be A legendary demon lord. So, here, the most is the accident.

"Roar!" A violent roar came, shaking the atmosphere, and the air appeared ripples visible to the naked eye.

This is a half-human, half-horse, with two horns on its head, a ferocious face, and a burly demon with explosive muscles. It holds a black-yellow battle axe, and arrogantly breaks into the range of the magic circle, looking at him and shooting The sky is full of arrows raining on nothing.

Even so, the continuous arrows still made this monster more than 30 meters tall, extremely annoyed. Anyone who was continuously stabbed by acupuncture would be furious. At the same time, accompanied by a roar, the savage waved his hand. The long-handled battle axe, a dark yellow axe that traverses dozens of meters in the sky slashes towards the silver-white magic circle that rotates in mid-air.

"Wow!" With a crisp shattering sound, in the sky, the huge magic circle was directly shattered, turning into tiny silver-white light spots scattered in the air, with a dreamy beauty.

But this dreamy scene represents that the elf girl's moves have been cracked. Standing beside Hesel, Morea can hear a low and dull humming that was deliberately suppressed.

"Come on!" Morea took a step forward, surrounded by thunder, and was about to dispel the spell and restore her true body, "Hesel, you just did this trick, the application of power is really subtle, it's enough for me to learn ."

"I don't need you, I can do it myself." The elf girl who just came here was still full of fear. Hearing that Morea was about to make a move, she directly refused, "What is that move just now, many elves can do it."

"Your strength is almost exhausted." Morea, who surrounded Fenglei, looked at the silver-haired elf girl, "Do you still have the strength to pull the bowstring in your hand?"

"Of course there is!"

"This is not the place for you to be brave, Teacher Hesel!"

"I didn't try to be brave." The pale girl with sweat on her forehead showed a hint of hesitation. Then she bit her silver teeth and took out a crystal bottle with fine golden runes from her storage bracelet. He opened the bottle, raised his head and took a sip.

Visible to the naked eye, the face of the elf girl turned from pale to ruddy, and the power fluctuations on her body, which had fallen to the bottom of the valley, quickly became stronger.