Chapter 298 Fleeing

Hearing the name "Prince Razor", Edward's face lost all color in an instant, but he gritted his teeth and remained calm, insisting on chanting the last incantation.

"Vala!"

Two magic missiles detached from Edward's fingertips, drew a purple arc in the night sky, and shot towards the "King of Wild Boars" on the opposite side of the river with a scream.

"úré!"

Martin also released the spell that had been prepared. The small flame left his palm and swelled into a ball of fire as big as a washbasin.

Magic missiles and fireballs hit Razor Prince one after another, but they didn't knock down the giant beast as Edward and Martin expected.

The moment the missiles and fireballs touched Prince Razor's body, they were intercepted by a faint golden halo, causing a slight ripple of magic power, and the spell structure collapsed immediately, disintegrating into disordered and harmless original magic power, and returning to it The embrace of the magic net.

Edward gasped, retreated hastily, and reached into the storage bag with trembling fingers, trying to take out the scroll that transcribed "Precise Casting".

What made him a little relieved was that the gunman beside him pulled the trigger at the right time, and the enchanted lead bullet hit Prince Razor like a storm, tearing its protective barrier and bursting into bloody flowers.

It's a pity that compared to Prince Razor's huge and sturdy body, the bullets seemed too small. The two gunmen fired all the clips in one go, leaving only eight shallow scars on Prince Razor.

This level of damage obviously couldn't knock down the Razor Prince, but instead stimulated it to attack ferociously, lowering its head and glaring at the four people on the other side of the river bank.

The ferocious gaze of the giant beast scared Edward back two more steps. Just as he was trying to calm down and cast "Precise Spellcasting", the Razor Prince suddenly howled sharply, and the piercing sound spread with the "fear aura", like an invisible giant hand , strangling the hearts of the people on the opposite side of the river.

Martin's legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, uncontrollable urine dripped down, soaking his crotch to be cold.

Edward trembled all over. Not only could he not maintain his focus on casting spells, he couldn't even think. He turned around and went into the dense forest in a panic, with only one thought in his mind:

"Run for your life! The farther you can escape, the better!"

"Wait! Edward, don't leave me—" Martin struggled to get up, chasing Edward in a panic.

In a blink of an eye, there were only the two gunmen left by the riverside who were intimidated by Prince Razor's aura.

When they came back to their senses, Prince Razor had strode across the river and appeared in front of them.

The two looked at each other with fear in their eyes, and turned their heads and ran away at the same time.

The Razor Prince stared at the backs of the two, contemptuously spewed a puff of white mist from his nostrils, opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath.

As if a hurricane was blowing up on the ground, the strong airflow firmly sucked the two gunmen, forcing them to fly back upside down with their feet off the ground, screaming and dancing in the air.

No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't reverse their fate. In the end, they were swept up in front of Prince Razor by the air current, and their eyes widened in despair, watching the giant beast swallowing them in one gulp. The last trace of consciousness was lost in the black abyss-like throat deep……

The Razor Prince closed his jaws, chewed heavily, and there was the sound of bones breaking in his mouth, and two lines of blood gushed out from the corners of his wide mouth.

The giant stretched its neck, its throat swelled slightly, and the two chewed-up corpses slid down the esophagus.

He licked his lips unsatisfied, and the Razor Prince strode into the depths of the woods, following the aura left by Edward and Martin.

Edward ran wildly for half a mile in one breath, and gradually regained consciousness until he was far away from the range of the Razor Prince's fear aura radiation. He stopped to breathe heavily, and cold sweat drenched his back.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind.

Edward held the hilt of his sword vigilantly, and looked back.

It turned out that it was Martin Smith who had chased after him. His face was covered with sweat, and his body exuded a pungent smell of urine.

Edward couldn't help frowning, and waved his hand in disgust, signaling Martin not to approach him.

"Edward, are you all right?"

Martin squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"The Razor Prince is terrible! Gods! How foolish of me to dream of hunting this monster!"

"Let's get out of this damn place quickly! Do you still have the teleportation scroll?"

"I only have one 'Teleportation' scroll, and it has been stolen by that black-skinned brat."

Edward patted his forehead depressedly and answered.

He also had the idea of ​​hunting and killing Prince Razor, but after witnessing Prince Razor not long ago, he completely dispelled this ignorant idea.

Even so, he still wanted to save face, looking down on Martin's terrified character, he was like a dog in the water.

"Ah? Without teleportation, wouldn't we be dead!"

Martin's eyes widened in disappointment, and he complained in a sobbing voice.

"I reminded you a long time ago, if we had returned the same way this morning, how could we have ended up like this..."

"Enough!" Edward waved his hand irritably, "Aside from complaining, can't you do something more meaningful? You are a level 5 mage, so you should have prepared to fly. Prince Razor is cruel, but he can't fly after all. I don’t need to teach you what to do when you come down, do you?”

"Flying..." Martin swallowed, rubbing his palms awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I don't have extra 3rd-level spell slots to prepare for flying..."

"What did you say!" Edward couldn't believe his ears, "Didn't prepare for the flying technique? Is your mind full of mud!"

"But I only have two third-ring spell slots, and they are all used to prepare for the 'Fireball Technique'. Who would have thought that such a bad thing would happen..."

Martin pleaded with a sad face.

"Who told you to prepare 'Fireball'? The 'Fireball' is useless! You fucking prepared two?! A pig-brain like you deserves to be held back by Walter Lee for three years and fail to graduate." !” Edward was so angry that he was about to collapse.

Listening to him expose the scars in his heart to his face, Martin's lips trembled, his face turned blue and white, and he clenched his fists and said nothing.

Edward took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Under the current situation, there is no hope for such a useless waste like Martin. He can only find a way to escape by himself.

After thinking for a while, Edward held the string of emerald magic pendants worn on his chest, chanted the activation spell in a low voice, and a luminous summoning circle opened on the ground in front of him.

The mud and sand in the area covered by the formation map rises, and a large amount of mud combines with the spirits from other worlds to manifest as a large earth element.

Seeing this scene, Martin had surprise in his eyes: "That's right! You can also summon large earth elementals, which are perfect for fighting Prince Razor!"

Edward glanced at him contemptuously, turned around and held up the emerald magic pendant, and communicated with the large earth element through this magic device, ordering it to stop the Razor Prince who would catch up soon at all costs.

After explaining, Edward turned and walked deep into the bushes.

Martin was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after him.

"Where are you going? Why don't you bring a large earth element as a bodyguard?"

Edward didn't bother to talk to Martin, and went on his way alone.

He knew in his heart that large earth elements moved slowly, and could only exist in the main material world for ten minutes at most, after which they would automatically decompose into sand.

To take a step back, even if the large earth element can stay in the main material world for a long time, it is not the opponent of Prince Razor at all.

Bringing this big guy with you will expose your whereabouts instead, so it's better to leave it here to stop Prince Razor, and buy yourself as much escape time as possible.

Martin looked at the large earth element staying in place, and then turned his head to look at Edward's retreating figure. After a short hesitation, he made a choice and ran after Edward.

The two of them ran desperately in the dark forest, and they didn't stop to catch their breath until their legs were so tired.

After regaining some strength, he ran away in the forest in a panic.

Just running and stopping like this, I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know where I am. A section of wall is exposed in the depths of the forest ahead, which looks like a wooden house from a distance.

Edward hesitated for a moment, walked lightly towards the wooden house, and stopped in front of the closed door.

Martin caught up panting, looked up and saw the cabin, his eyes widened in surprise, and then he cheered.

"Great! Edward, we are saved!"

"Don't be too happy, God knows who is hiding in the house..." Edward murmured cautiously.

"Whoever he is, he can't be worse or more dangerous than Prince Razor!"

Struggling on the death line for a long time, Martin became a little nervous and shouted excitedly.

"Ordinary people don't dare to live in the depths of the jungle where wild boars are rampant. The owner of the wooden house must be a hermit druid or ranger. Maybe he will take us in for refuge in the house, and even help us deal with Prince Razor. must!"

Hearing what he said, Edward felt that it made sense, so he raised his voice and shouted at the closed door:

"Excuse me...is anyone home?"

The echo wandered in the forest, but no one answered in the wooden house. Edward called a few more times, but the cabin was still silent.

"It seems that the master is not at home, should we go in and hide first?" Martin walked towards the door.

"Forget it, let's keep going, it will be troublesome if Prince Razor gets stuck in the house." Edward shook his head.

"Whatever you want, anyway, I can't run anymore!"

"Running aimlessly in the woods like this, even if you don't get caught up by Prince Razor, you will inevitably get lost. Why don't you just take a rest in this wooden house!"

"As long as I can spare an hour for meditation, I can replace the third-level spell slot that was originally used to prepare for 'Fireball' with 'Flight'."

Martin's words prompted Edward to change his attitude, grab the doorknob and gently pull it.

The door was unlocked and slowly opened, a musty smell came out.

Edward frowned, and peeked into the house.

There was no light in the room, and the darkness reminded him of a beast's lair.

However, after thinking about it, wild beasts don't know how to build houses, so they bravely walked in.

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