Chapter 244 Ambush in the Garden (Ⅰ)

As the body fell at a rapid rate, Joan's voice of chanting spells suddenly came from Rebecca's ears.

A short, steady, powerful syllable.

"Quessé!"

Rebecca immediately recognized that this was an Elvish word, which translates to "feather" in Common.

The spell was still reverberating in the air, and the speed of Joan and Rebecca's descent suddenly slowed down, as if being lifted by a pair of invisible big hands, they landed lightly on the ground.

When the soles of her feet stepped on the solid ground, Rebecca's legs were still weak and trembling non-stop.

Gathering her mind, she realized that Joan just performed the "feather fall technique".

The casting time of most spells in the world is not less than 3 seconds, and "Feather Fall" is a rare exception.

This spell requires almost no casting time, and no gestures are required. It will take effect after chanting a short activation spell, protecting the caster and his companions from landing safely.

Although Rebecca admired Joan's calmness and calmness in the face of danger, she was even more surprised that he had prepared the "feather fall technique" in advance. Could it be that he had expected to jump off the building today?

Of course, Joan doesn't have the ability to predict the future.

In fact, he never prepared the "Feather Falling Technique" in advance. Just now, he temporarily invoked a "Mythical Power" to replace the 1st-level spell slot to perform the "Feather Falling Technique".

It was inconvenient to tell Rebecca Ming these details, so she simply didn't explain them, and it didn't matter if she misunderstood them.

"Rebecca, is your 'Detect Undead' spell still working?"

"It has expired, but it doesn't matter, I prepared three 'Detect Undead' today, it should be enough!"

Rebecca quickly cast the spell, and her eyes once again glowed with the light of detecting undead.

"Phantom" just passed by here, and the remaining negative energy formed a clear path.

Rebecca followed, followed by Joan, and the two hurried across the courtyard.

In front was the garden of Snow's family, and the garden gate was closed.

It seems that the gardener is also afraid of being harassed by ghosts, so he doesn't know where to hide.

"The shadow passed through the garden gate and hid in the depths of the flowers. What shall we do next?" Rebecca asked Joan.

"Open the door first and see what's going on in the garden."

Joan cast the "Hand of the High Mage" again, and held the door knocker ten steps away.

He tried to pull the door knocker, but found that it couldn't be opened, so he held the "lightning blade" with his magic hand remotely, inserted the blade as thin as a piece of paper into the crack of the door, and slid it up and down.

With a click, the lightning blade sliced ​​through the iron bolt, and the door slowly opened.

Rebecca raised the luminous holy emblem to illuminate the gravel path leading to the gate of the garden, checked it out, determined that "Shadow" was not nearby, and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Joan suddenly pressed her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca stopped and turned around, her face full of confusion.

"look here."

Joan raised the siren made by the tentacles of the digger in his hand.

The tentacles were bending and humming away from the garden gate.

"Could it be bent by the wind?" Rebecca asked guessing.

"Normal air currents, which don't make the sirens buzz, are a sign that there are creatures lurking in the garden that are hostile to us."

As Joan moved the siren, the direction and angle of the tentacles' bending also changed accordingly, and even the buzzing sound was sometimes sharp and sometimes low.

Rebecca was at a loss, unable to understand what Joan was doing.

Joan can judge the number of lurking enemies and their locations through these subtle changes.

"Two enemies, hiding in the shadows on either side of the garden gate."

Joan thought about it.

"Be sure they are not undead, otherwise you can detect them here."

"As for the servants of Snow's family, first of all, they shouldn't be hostile to us, and secondly, they are unlikely to hide in the flowers in the middle of the night... What are these two guys coming from?"

"Beast, or thief?"

Rebecca tried to make a guess, then frowned and shook her head.

"What's even more strange is that shadow, why didn't it attack the two people lurking in the dark? Could it be that they are in the same group?"

"Take them out and interrogate them to find out the truth."

Joan's eyes became particularly sharp.

"I'll lure them to attack, and you will be on guard from behind."

"Let me be the bait!" Rebecca said eagerly.

"You?" Joan looked at her in surprise, "It's very dangerous, aren't you afraid?"

"It's really scary!"

Rebecca nodded frankly, but said her words with courage.

"But I'm a priest after all. I can't let a mage who is younger than me and physically weaker than me rush to the front line of the battlefield! Is this plausible?!"

Fearing that Joan would refute, the little girl straightened her slightly protruding chest, patted the shiny chain mail shirt, and the mithril ring lock rattled.

"Anyway, I'm wearing armor, and my defense is stronger than yours!"

"Well, it's true." Joan had to admit.

Priests are protected by the gods they worship, and wearing armor and holding a large shield will not hinder the casting of spells in battle. Mages can't enjoy such divine grace.

The defensive power of Joan's civilian clothes is obviously not as good as Rebecca's mithril chain mail shirt.

For safety reasons, Joan blessed Rebecca with a "protection against evil" to further strengthen her defense.

Rebecca photographed the "Sanctuary Technique" on herself.

This 1-ring magical technique can create a circle of spiritual power around itself. The moment hostile creatures try to attack Rebecca, they will first suffer from mental interference. If they cannot suppress the mental interference with their own willpower, they will lose their hostility and dispel it The idea of ​​actively attacking Rebecca; correspondingly, Rebecca cannot actively attack the opponent, otherwise the "sanctuary technique" will be invalid.

It is not difficult to see from the effectiveness of the "sanctuary spell", it is a spell specially designed for "luting the enemy", which coincides with Rebecca's mission at the moment.

Fully prepared, Rebecca took a deep breath, held the magic crystal gun tightly in both hands, and moved her steps carefully, walking towards the garden under the darkness of night.

Joan was also fully alert, staring at Rebecca's back, reached into the storage bag with his left hand, took out a bundle of ropes and a small piece of ham skin, and held them in both hands.

Sweat soaked the solidified fat on the surface of the ham skin, and the left palm was cold and greasy.

The crescent moon in the night sky hid behind the dark clouds again, as if even the wind had calmed down, only the rustling sound of Rebecca stepping on the gravel road echoed in the courtyard.

Just when she was about to step into the garden, two black figures suddenly sprang out from under the walls on both sides of the gate, silently but swiftly rushing towards her.

Although Rebecca had been on guard for a long time, she was still frightened and staggered back.

The girl stared blankly at the two calf-like bulldogs with her eyes widened in fear, and the country proverb often said by the gardener Old Bull flashed in her mind.

"A dog that barks fiercely does not bite, and a dog that bites does not bark!"