Mage Joan

Hearing the name "Prince of Razor", Edward's face instantly lost its blood, but he gritted his teeth and remained calm, insisting on chanting the last spell.

"Vala!"

The two magic missiles escaped Edward's fingertips, drawing a purple arc in the night sky and screaming at the "King of Boars" across the river bank.

"Úré!"

Martin also released a spell that was already ready. The small flame flew out of his palm, and the volley expanded into a ball of fire that was as big as a washbasin, and the heat wave rushed to the Prince of Razor.

Magic missiles and fireballs successively hit the razor prince, but they did not knock down the beast as Edward and Martin expected.

The moment the missile and fireball touched the body of the prince of the razor, it was intercepted by a faint golden halo, which caused a slight magic ripple, the spell configuration collapsed, and it decomposed into the original and harmless original magic, and returned to it. The arms of the magic net.

Edward took a breath, hurriedly backed away, his trembling fingers reaching into the storage bag, trying to take out the scroll that copied the "precise cast".

He was slightly relieved that the gunman beside him pulled the trigger at the right time, and the enchanted lead shot hit the razor prince like a storm, tearing its body enchantment and bursting blood.

It is a pity that the bullets are too small compared to the huge and sturdy body of the razor prince. Both gunmen polished the clip in one breath, leaving only eight shallow scars on the razor prince.

Obviously, this level of damage could not knock down the Prince of Razor, but instead stimulated its fierce attack, dropping his head and glaring at the four people across the river bank.

The beast’s fierce gaze scared Edward back two more steps. As he tried to calm down and cast the “precision cast”, the prince of the razor suddenly howled loudly, and the harsh waves accompanied the “fear aura” like an invisible giant. , Strangled the hearts of everyone across the river bank.

Martin's legs kneeled softly on the ground, the runaway urine dripping down, soaking the crotch cold.

Edward shuddered, not only couldn't maintain his spellcast concentration, he couldn't even think, he turned around and ran into the jungle in a frustrated way, with only one thought in his mind:

"Hurry up and escape! The farther you go, the better!"

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

In an instant, there were only two gunmen left on the riverside who were shocked by the prince of the razor.

When they recovered, the razor prince had strode across the river and appeared in front of them.

The two looked at each other, and there was panic in their eyes, and they all turned around and ran away.

The razor prince stared at the backs of the two, and scornfully sprayed a mist of white from his nostrils, inhaling deeply with a wide mouth.

As if the hurricane was flat on the ground, the strong airflow firmly sucked the two gunmen, forcing them to fly back from the ground, screaming and dancing in the air.

No matter how they struggled, they could not reverse their destiny. Eventually they were caught in the air before the razor prince. They stared desperately, watching the giant beast swallowing themselves. The last trace of consciousness disappeared into the dark abyss throat. deep……

The razor prince closed his jaws and chewed. The bones cracked in his mouth. Two lines of blood poured along the wide corners of his mouth.

The beast stretched out his neck, his throat bulged slightly, and the two chewed bodies slid down the esophagus.

Unexpectedly, he licked his lips, and the Prince of Razors took a big step towards the depths of the woods, following the breath left by Edward and Martin.

Edward ran out half a mile in one breath, until he was far away from the radiation range of the Prince of Razor's fear aura, he stopped breathing heavily, cold sweat soaked his back.

Footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Edward grasped the hilt alertly and looked back.

It turned out that Martin Smith was catching up, and his lost face was covered with sweat, and there was a pungent smell of urine on his body.

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

"Edward, are you okay?"

Martin squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Prince Razor is so terrible! Gods! I actually imagined hunting this monster, it was so stupid!"

"Let's leave this ghost place quickly! Do you still have a teleportation scroll?"

"I only have one Scroll of Teleportation, and it has been stolen by that black-skinned imp."

Edward patted his forehead depressedly.

He also had the idea of ​​hunting the razor prince, but after really witnessing the razor prince not long ago, he completely dispelled this ignorant thought.

Nonetheless, he still has to face, looking down on Martin's virtuous and frightened virtue, almost like a water dog.

"Ah? Without teleportation, aren't we dead!"

Martin widened his eyes in disappointment and complained in tears.

"I reminded you a long time ago, if we return the same way this morning, how could it fall to today's end..."

"Enough!" Edward waved anxiously. "Apart from complaining, can't you do something more meaningful? You are a 5th-level mage, and you should be prepared to fly. The prince of razor is cruel. After all, he can't fly. What should I do next without teaching me?"

"Flying..." Martin swallowed and rubbed his palm awkwardly. "Sorry, I don't have any extra 3 spell slots to prepare for flying..."

"What are you talking about!" Edward couldn't believe his ears. "Don't prepare for flight? Is your brain full of paste!"

"But I only have two three-ring spell slots, both of which are used to prepare for "fireball". Who would have thought in advance that such a bad affair would happen..."

Martin justified with a cry of sadness.

"Who made you prepare for "fireball"? "Fireball" has a fart! You **** prepared two more?! Like a pig brain like you, it should be relegated by Walter Lee for three years. "Edward was about to collapse.

Listening to him revealing the scars on his heart, Martin's lips were trembling, his face was blue and white, and he clenched his fists without saying a word.

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

In the current situation, Martin's useless waste can not be expected, he can only find ways to escape from birth.

After a little thought, Edward grasped the string of emerald magic pendants worn on his chest, chanted in a low voice to start the spell, and a glowing summoning array spread out in front of the ground.

The map envelopes the area where the sand rises, and a large amount of soil is combined with spirits from other worlds, presenting a large earth element.

Martin saw this scene with surprise in his eyes: "Yes! You can also summon large earth elements, which are suitable for fighting against the Prince of Razor!"

Edward glanced at him contemptuously, turned and lifted the Emerald Magic Pendant, and communicated with the large earth element soul through this magic guide, ordering it to stop the razor prince who would soon catch up at any cost.

After the explanation, Edward turned to the depths of the trees.

Martin froze for a moment and quickly caught up.

"Where are you going? Why not bring a large earth element as a bodyguard?"

Edward was too lazy to care about Martin, and he rushed away.

He knew clearly that the large-scale soil element moves slowly and can only exist in the main material world for at most ten minutes, after which it will automatically decompose into sand.

Taking a step back, even if the large earth element can stay in the main material world for a long time, it is not an opponent of the razor prince at all.

Bringing this big man on the contrary will expose your own tracks. It is better to leave it here to block the razor prince and try to get as much escape time as possible for yourself.

Martin glanced at the large earth element that remained in place, and then looked back at Edward's back away quickly. After a short hesitation, he made a choice and chased Edward.

The two ran desperately in the dim forest until they were tired and their legs were sore before stopping to breathe.

He regained his strength slightly, and fled in the woods in a panic.

Just like this, I didn’t know how long it had been, or where I was, and there was a wall deep in the front of the tree, which looked like a wooden house from a distance.

Edward hesitated for a moment, and walked lightly towards the cabin, only to stop in front of the closed door.

Martin caught up with a gasp, and looked up to see the wooden house, first widening his eyes in surprise, then cheering.

"Great! Edward, we are saved!"

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

"No matter who he is, it will not 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 deep in the jungle where wild boars run wild. The owner of the cabin must be a druid or a ranger who hides from the world. Maybe he will take us to take refuge in the house, and even help us deal with the Prince of Razor. for sure!"

Edward listened to him saying this, and felt reasonable, so he raised his voice and shouted:

"Excuse me... is anyone home?"

The echo lingered among the trees, but no one answered the wooden house. Edward called again, and the cabin was still silent.

"It seems that the owner is not at home, shall we go to hide first?" Martin went to the door.

"Forget it, let's keep going, in case it gets stuck in the house by Prince Razor." Edward shook his head.

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

"Running aimlessly in the forest, even if he is not caught up by the razor prince, he will inevitably get lost, it is better to rest in this wooden house!"

"As long as I can spare an hour for meditation, I can replace the 3-ring spell slot that I originally used to prepare for "fireball" with "flying"."

Martin's remarks prompted Edward to change his attitude and hold the door handle gently.

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

Edward frowned, and the probe peered into the room.

There were no lights in the room, and the black hole reminded him of the beast's lair.

But when I thought about it, the beast could not build a house, so he dared and walked in.

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