Chapter 2464 Sudden Mutation

The crossbow arrows with the power of transformation have the power to penetrate gold and break stones, but they are unable to withstand the magic shield at all. This shows that their toughness has already exceeded the category of high-grade fine steel.

It was predictable that the magic shields of the Fairy Queen, Medusa, Elder Scyna, and another woman were indestructible, but the Elf Queen's magic shield was as tough as theirs, which surprised me.

The Elf Queen is only a few years older than me, but she can instantly condense a magic shield with similar strength to four elderly people who have lived for about a hundred years. This is simply incredible!

Unless you start to hone yourself, strengthen your body, and improve your level right after you are born, how can you achieve this?

There is another possibility that she also has the blood of ancient fairies, but about this, Yadyan and Bingnaisi have given me a clear answer - the Queen of Fairies is just a forest fairy, not a descendant of ancient fairies, let alone Descendants of ancient elves.

To this day, there are only two ancient fairies and descendants of ancient fairies that Yadyan and Bingnaisi have seen, one is Li Zi and the other is me.

So the question is, by what means did the Elf Queen raise her strength to this level?

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. When he lowered his head, he saw a crossbow arrow stabbing into the middle of his thigh. The crossbow arrow's remaining power was still trembling slightly.

He frowned and pulled out the arrow, bringing out a cloud of blood.

"Are you OK?"

Not far away, the Elf Queen, who was resisting the crossbow attack, looked at me distractedly and asked with concern.

I nodded to her: "It's okay, pay attention to your own safety."

"Yeah" the Elf Queen responded lightly and continued to concentrate on resisting the attack.

I put the crossbow arrow under my nose and sniffed it. A smell completely different from the smell of blood penetrated my nose. After thinking for a while, I loudly warned: "Be careful, the arrow is poisonous!"

"Hmph, you are really well prepared," the Fairy Queen sneered.

Throwing the crossbow arrows to the ground, I swung my sword and killed them again. This time I fought and advanced, constantly closing the distance between me and the assassins.

I want to use oppression to force the assassin to switch from long-range attack to close combat.

However, the assassins did not want to give up the advantage of long-range attack. They used their bows and crossbows as water guns and fired wildly as if they were free.

Facing the overwhelming crossbow arrows, my offensive trend was forced to a halt. There were five or six crossbow arrows embedded in my flesh on my legs and lower abdomen. The blood pooled and gathered into a stream, slowly flowing down along the arrow wounds, soaking The clothes were wet and the trouser legs were dyed red, which was shocking.

Although I was deeply hurt, I couldn't restrain the urge to laugh. After holding it in for a while, I finally couldn't hold it in any longer and hid behind the Elf Queen, laughing mischievously.

"You've been hurt so much and you can still laugh!"

The Elf Queen, who was trying to resist the crossbow attack, scolded me with an ugly face.

"Why can't you laugh?"

While talking, I started to pull out arrows. Every time I pulled out a crossbow arrow, a pool of blood would come out.

Fortunately, I pay attention to hydration on weekdays, otherwise at this moment, I would definitely be dizzy and weak due to lack of blood.

Seeing the Elf Queen's ugly face, I hurriedly explained: "Don't get angry in a hurry. You listen to my explanation first. Here's the thing. Although I was injured, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you get hurt! How little you cherish yourself!" The Elf Queen reprimanded in a low voice, her face becoming more and more ugly, as scary as a ball of ink.

"Listen to my explanation first," I explained calmly, "If compared with losing your life, being injured is naturally a trivial matter."

The Elf Queen was confused when she heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Who lost his life?"

"Here" I raised my chin and motioned the Elf Queen to look towards the assassin.

Before she could turn around, she heard a voice of surprise from Queen Medusa, coming from the unknown woman. At this moment, she had a serious look on her face, her brows knitted together, a typical expression of confusion and surprise.

"What's going on? Huh? Why did another group of assassins come? Are they our people?"

When the Elf Queen asked herself doubts, at least four assassins had already been killed by newcomers.

It is also a crossbow attack, but the newcomers seem to be more proficient than them, and can even change the direction of the crossbow through collision. This method makes the previous batch of assassins very difficult to guard against.

However, the newcomers are lacking in strength. Only two of them have reached level 10 or above and have mastered the power of transformation. The rest are not high level and have mediocre strength, but they have a sinister spirit in their movements. It's terrifying, even for adventurers above level 10.

These latecomers are exactly the people I transferred from Boss Rennes.

They are not afraid of death, and their methods are ruthless and decisive. Every move and every move has the style of Boss Ren, but they still lack a lot of firepower and it is difficult to defeat powerful enemies with strange means.

Due to the disparity in strength, the latecomers began to suffer casualties, but because they were quick to kill, ruthless and underhanded, the previous wave of assassins were quite wary during the battle, for fear of inadvertently damaging themselves.

But it is because of these fears that they limit their ability to display their strength and at the same time drag themselves into danger.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but snorted: a bunch of amateur assassins.

Soon, a new casualty ratio appeared on both sides of the fight. The professional assassins trained by Rennes boss could almost exchange one for three, but the assassins who assassinated our group were limited by various factors. , became a vulnerable group, facing the mad dog-like professional assassins, exposed countless flaws, and became the key to ruining their lives.

The Fairy Queen floating in mid-air has a calm expression and a calm smile.

When a sudden change occurred, she turned her head and asked me with her eyes. After getting a positive answer, she smiled with satisfaction, as hearty as when she drank a cold drink under the scorching sun.

Although she may not be able to figure out my plan, at least she has seen the ending.

But I believe that as long as she takes some time out and thinks about it for a while, she will be able to figure out the ins and outs of my plan.

My plan is this. Due to the huge difference in strength, the cost of fighting is too high, so I plan to use myself as bait to attract the attention of the assassins. While I am attracting attention, my people will sneak quietly and get close to them. , the closer you get, the greater the chance of winning, and the smaller the casualties will be.

After getting close to a certain distance, someone will make a gesture to indicate to me that the goal is completed, and then I will retreat and hide behind the magic shield.

At this time, the assassins will relax for two to three seconds after experiencing high mental tension.

And these two to three seconds are the best opportunity to attack.