Chapter 402 The New Lower Limit for Brain Damage

Just because the arrows can't penetrate the scorching wall of fire doesn't mean that I will feel comfortable in it.

If I hadn't used the blade to resist the momentum of the Flame Falcon, my hair would have been burned clean by now, just like killing a pig and singeing it.

The considerable amount of magic carried by the Flame Falcon finally slowly weakened, and the burning sensation emanating from it also slowly faded away at the same time. This was the manifestation of exhausting the magic.

However, the magician in front of me is still holding up the magic wand towards me. The second flame falcon on the head of the wand has already begun to take shape. It seems that she plans to use this trick to consume me to death!

At the moment, there are only two possible ways. The first is to capture the annoying young archer as a hostage so that her attack will have no target. The second is to forcefully break through the arrows and approach the magician as quickly as possible. and cut off her magic wand with the most violent means.

The magic wand is a medium used by magicians to condense large-scale magic. If the magic wand is destroyed, she can only release the most ordinary magic missiles. With my current defense and recovery ability, at most it will only hurt a little and cause skin trauma. It may not be possible.

Thinking about the reason why I was attacked this time, I just wanted to go to the cafeteria to have a meal, and then looking at the current situation, I instantly felt sad.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh, and while resisting the volley of arrows, I began to think about what kind of method I should use to deal with it.

The first method is the most effective and convenient, but it is a bit despicable, especially when I think of taking the annoying young archer as a hostage, I feel like I have eaten a toad alive.

Don't blame me for feeling this way, it's just that the first impression you gave me as a young man was so bad.

So, I decided to give the second method a try.

While blocking the seventh feather arrow with Naotachi, I moved, tapped the ground with both feet, and rushed out. I felt as if my whole body had turned into a cheetah as fast as a cheetah.

At the same time, my eyes were fixed on the magician's expression. From her slightly furrowed brows and suddenly narrowed pupils, I could feel that she was nervous.

Maybe it was because she had rarely encountered this kind of situation in the past, or maybe she thought it would be too late if she didn't take action.

In short, when we were still about four meters away from her, the unformed flame falcon on the head of the magic wand was released, flapping a pair of wings that were several sizes too small, and hit me.

I might lose in a head-on confrontation with Harold, but if I collide with an incomplete flame falcon like this, I'm still 80% sure that I can easily win.

As for the remaining 20%, 10% was because my clothes were burned, and the other % was because my hair was burned off.

I held my breath and concentrated my energy on my hand. I pointed the blade outward and slashed out violently. I let out a soft cry in unison: "Broken!"

call!

After a burst of sound, the flaming falcon rushed towards me, opening a small slit with flames from the middle. It continued unabated, grazing my shoulders, and bumped into me one on the left and one on the right. , and made an inconspicuous explosion sound.

The female magician who was less than two meters away in front of her had her magic wand split into two parts from the middle. One part was still firmly held in her hand, while the other part fell to the ground with only a soft sound. ring.

Looking at her expression, she was shocked, frightened, disbelieving, and confused.

Especially when she looked at the half of the magic wand in her hand, the heart-wrenching heartache and lingering complaints were released wantonly, and the eyes she looked at me also had a complicated flavor.

However, I just glanced at it, because not far away, the young archer who disgusted me was again shooting at me regardless of the occasion.

"You're so ignorant. Didn't your teacher teach you how to stop when enough is enough?"

I muttered, and turned into a cheetah again (what I thought), and rushed towards the young archer.

Before, I focused most of my attention on the female magician and ignored him. Now that I have taken some time, he still won't stop. This is a typical blow to the nose, and it needs to be severely punished. Give me a good education!

Most of the feather arrows he shot did no harm to me. He swung his sword to block all the arrows, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between me and him was less than two meters.

Draw your hand, swing your knife, chop, chop, all in one go!

The majestic-looking strong bow silently broke into two pieces after the blade passed through it.

The young man holding the bow had an expression of absolute astonishment on his face. After a few seconds, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Then, he sat down on the ground and his whole body began to tremble.

Why are all the adventurers I've met recently been this kind of crazy-minded adventurers?

Either they become arrogant when they disagree, or they get angry when they disagree. After being tortured and suppressed, each of them looks like a lamb that has been turned around, as if they have suffered so much grievance, humiliation, and torture. of.

I really want to point at his face and say to him: Let me tell you, I have no bad taste. Otherwise, with your expression and demeanor, you will be bound, waxed, hung, and beaten. You won’t stop even if you mess up!

However, I didn't say it.

There was a circle of rookie adventurers who were about the same age as me, watching from a distance. Not far away, there was a beautiful magician about the same age as Yura. She stared at me with complicated eyes, and was simultaneously illuminated by these two groups like searchlights. Under the gaze of his eyes, I was really a little embarrassed to speak.

At this time, from a distance, I saw two familiar figures approaching - Harold and Yura.

The two of them walked quickly, and within a short while, they came close. They first looked at the surrounding scene, and then asked me helplessly: "Did you do all this?"

"Yes, President!" Seeing Harold coming, the slumped man on the ground actually had the strength to get up from the ground, and complained first: "He was the one who did it, and Captain Yuffie was also injured by him!"

Yura looked strange, a bit funny, but also a bit helpless. She first looked at me, then looked at Captain Yuffie not far away, sighed, walked over, and whispered greetings, specifically I don't know what it is, and I don't want to know it. I just want to see how Harold solves this matter.

Harold looked unhappy. He remained silent for a while and said to the young man, "Maurice, do you know who he is?"

"He" Morris had a confused expression on his face, his mouth was open, but he couldn't make any sound. After a while, he said: "Who is he?"

With just these three words, this man named Morris has already set a new limit in the world of brain retardation.

Te Miao didn’t understand it, and even asked Harold who I was. Isn’t this sick?

This guy couldn't be someone from above, otherwise Harold wouldn't be able to let such characters into his guild even if he closed his eyes and covered his ears!

This is not about strengthening one's own strength at all, this is completely a human disaster!