Smith's idea was very simple: no matter what, trick her into coming down first.
As long as he tricked her down and there was no height difference, then with his speed, abilities, and talent, it wouldn't be a problem no matter how he attacked.
After all, he had already beco an Evolver now.
"Then I'm going to co down, you can't go back on your word."
Adele smiled and said, looking very cautious.
"Of course."
Smith raised an eyebrow. This guy was actually coming down. Sure enough, a fool is a fool. It seems these witches are nothing special after all.
"Then I'm coming down. Just don't chase away when the ti cos."
As if coaxing a child, Adele confird again while slowly flying downwards.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Just like that!
Take it slow. I'll let you see what hell is in a mont, you damn witch.
Smith watched Adele slowly descending from the sky and shouted in his heart.
Closer! Even closer!
The continuously descending and approaching Adele tugged at Smith's heartstrings. When she was about to reach the ten-ter range, he almost couldn't help but want to make a move.
However, right at this mont, an unexpected change occurred.
Bang!
"Ah~~~"
A muffled sound echoed by the lake, followed by a chorus of wailing and screaming.
Smith froze for a mont and turned to look, only to find that soone among the group of pursuers from earlier had exploded and died.
You read that right, literally exploded and died.
Moreover, the shockwave from the explosion, along with the flying bone fragnts, equipnt pieces, and so on, caused indirect damage to the surroundings.
In an instant, many of the pursuing transmigrators beca crippled.
But that wasn't all.
Because Adele was still slowly descending.
For every ter she descended, one person would explode and die, thereby causing indirect damage once again.
For a ti, the transmigrators who had originally gathered together waiting to watch a good show all scattered.
But even so, it still couldn't stop the explosions from occurring.
"Run!"
Unknown who shouted this, but the already dispersed pursuers fled in all directions even more frantically.
No one would think they had encountered a ghost.
Although they didn't know the specific situation, everyone was clear that this must be the doing of that witch.
So they imdiately took to their heels and ran.
No matter what, since it was magic cast by a witch, there must definitely be a range.
Whether it was twenty ters, fifty ters, or a hundred ters, it didn't matter.
In short, run first. The further they ran, the better, and they would definitely be able to escape the opponent's firing range.
By then, they would be safe.
The pursuers' idea was good, but it was still that sa sentence.
Even so, it still couldn't stop the explosions from occurring.
Even when these people thought they had run far enough, completely exceeding normal output ranges, they would still self-destruct.
This made many people suddenly realize the severity of the problem.
Relying on the continuous self-destructions, the remaining surviving pursuers generally figured out so rules of the opponent's magic.
It had nothing to do with range; rather, they had been marked with sothing from the very beginning.
So kind of marking magic that would explode randomly, and would also explode if they went beyond a certain range.
Just from this point alone, one could see how twisted the caster had to be to do sothing like torturing people to death on a psychological level.
That's right.
In the eyes of these pursuers, Adele had already beco a pervert.
After all, killing a person is just a nod of the head. To so extent, the use of magic represents a person's personality traits.
"Why has everyone stopped running? Do you not like exercise?"
Seeing that the people who had scattered in all directions all coincidentally stopped in their tracks, and so were even quietly backing up to return to the area they had just tried to flee from, Adele, still descending, unleashed her sharp tongue.
Of course, she didn't expect these people to answer her.
So after saying this, she landed right in front of Smith.
"So, how did the witch offend you? Mr. Werewolf."
Sweating profusely.
Originally, Smith had planned to kill her once she entered his attack range.
But now... he didn't dare to move, he really didn't dare to move.
Random?
What random!
It might be a random explosion on others, but it might be a hundred percent on him.
After all, she was locked onto him, and she was talking to him.
He could guarantee that as long as he moved even a little, he might just ascend to heaven right on the spot.
Damn it, is this the true strength of witches?! Then what did that Snow White and Cinderella amount to?
At this mont, Smith didn't even care about the title 'Mr. Werewolf' that he had previously refuted.
As everyone knows, in anti-personnel combat on Karim, you first need to figure out what the opponent's talent is, and then their magic.
After all, talent represents everything about a person, while magic represents their personality.
So right now, he just wanted to quickly find out what this witch's talent was and what magic she was using.
"Sound."
Looking at the music note pinned to Adele's hat and the small harp in her hands, he imdiately thought of how this guy had said she would sing him a song earlier and had plucked the strings.
Snap!
At the exact mont Smith said these two words, Adele suddenly appeared right in front of him.
There was only about twenty centiters between her face and his. Under the moonlight, Smith could even see every single eyelash on Adele's bright eyes.
"Congratulations! You answered correctly! But to be precise, it should be Music Magic. I nad it myself, how is it, not bad right?"
"..."
Smith, who was startled, thought the other party was going to say sothing.
Now, 'sweating profusely' could no longer describe Smith's panic, because he hadn't even noticed how Adele had just moved.
Let alone keeping up with the other party's speed.
Damn it, speed was clearly his specialty, yet he didn't expect that he actually couldn't keep up with a witch's speed now.
"Alright, alright. Quickly tell why you're relentlessly pursuing a witch. I'm in a hurry."
Adele, who had just seed to be joking and chatting happily, suddenly changed her tone and said to Smith in a very serious manner.
"You know, a witch's ti is much more precious than you bugs. You've already wasted nearly a minute of my ti, you damn bug."
—A witch's ti is precious.
It's unknown who first started spreading this phrase.
In short, it gained the approval of many people on the continent, and thus beca a widely circulated Karim proverb.
So wasting a witch's ti basically ant offending a witch.
And offending a witch was often an extrely terrifying thing, such as being blacklisted from buying potions.
Therefore, Smith imdiately wanted to answer, but because he was too nervous, he stuttered when he spoke.
"This... I..."
"Speak."
An impatient Adele glared, and Smith felt the pores all over his body trembling.
"...It's like this..."
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