There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 845: 707 Mage2

Chapter 845: Chapter 707 Mage_2

Xu Shuo threw the crossbow arrow and, without even looking, lifted his axe to block the incoming spear on his side, dodging the charge of the heavy cavalry.

The suicidal attack made these heavy cavalry charge recklessly with a fierce and violent montum!

He had told that commander before.

He didn’t know if the opponent could hold on for ten minutes.

Turns out that the commander who arranged all these ambush and pursuit tactics was just an ordinary commander, killing him yielded no useful gains.

It also put “Hunt Mont” into a ten-minute cooldown period.

Because the target died too quickly.

That’s a bit annoying indeed.

Xu Shuo fell to the ground again amidst the horse charge, gasping slightly, parrying the attacks around him while scanning the galloping hooves from all sides.

He was waiting, waiting for soone to make a move.

Then he would deal with them.

After all, having co this far and expended so much effort only to kill one slightly capable general doesn’t seem worth it.

Suddenly, countless whooshing sounds rose again.

An arrow storm flew towards his landing spot, highlighted by the last gleam of the setting sun, reflecting a cold light under the dim sky, unavoidable.

Xu Shuo raised his hand and drew down, nurous golden magic trails quickly converged, and in an instant, a magic sigil was completed.

The Light Magic Circle blossod under the evening sky, the gentle wind drawing in the falling arrows, then flinging them back the way they ca.

Ding Ding clang clang—

The crisp sound of steel colliding with iron resounded.

After finishing this act, Xu Shuo suddenly knelt on one knee, panting heavily, as if exhausted and drained from the effort.

The last light of the sunset slowly faded away.

As if an inkstone had been overturned, the sky was quickly covered by a dim bluish-gray fog, and an even deeper blackness was spreading from the east.

At that mont.

The earth in the hollow suddenly lit up with lines of light.

The lights traced across the land of the entire hollow, as if outlining sothing, vaguely forming a huge circle, where intricate and mysterious sigils were rapidly rging.

A large magic array!

Xu Shuo’s eyes flickered, a faint smirk raised on his lips obscured by his slanting silver hair.

Not making a move until now?

It is said that magicians on the continent are very cautious.

Because powerful magicians generally focus their energy on studying magic, their physical prowess is very weak; once an enemy gets close, they are virtually defenseless.

Thus, they usually hide at the back of a team, secretly drawing sigils and creating magic arrays.

Commonly referred to as laying a low blow.

Xu Shuo slowly got to his feet, looking at the magic array that had ford under his feet.

With the ergence of this magic array.

The surrounding charging heavy cavalry seed to have received so command, only circling him closely, blocking the directions for escape, but no longer charging at him.

Nurous riders and horses had died in this hollow.

Amidst rolling dust clouds.

The youth quietly stood in the center of the gently glowing magic array, his ssy silver hair fluttering slightly with the airflow, still spotlessly clean even at this mont.

Xu Shuo observed the magic energy in the air.

Then, following the magic trails, his gaze landed on the top of a mountain peak, spotting the tiny figure standing there.

He suddenly gripped his axe tightly.

However, the cooldown for “Hunt Mont” hadn’t ended yet.

So the skill lock was still on the body of the commander.

Hmm—

Suddenly, a sound like cicada’s chirping arose in the air, intensely piercing, with the ground’s small stones also violently trembling, giving the impression that the entire hollow was screaming.

For a mont, it was unclear whether it was the sound of galloping horses or the noise of the magic array.

Xu Shuo felt a sense of sluggishness.

But he did not act rashly yet.

What would a magic array that took the magician so long to create be for?

Suddenly!

Countless chains burst out from the ground pattern!

Xu Shuo fiercely raised his battle axe to chop at the chains in front of him, but upon touching the chains, it seed as if they were sared with sothing sticky, and like tentacles, they wrapped around him.

Nurous chains raced to bind him.

Apparently to prevent him from using magic, the chains rapidly spread his fingers apart the mont they burst out, tightly entwining his limbs, blocking all possibilities of escape.

But rely such an attack was probably not enough, because the magic energy around them continued to pour in incessantly.

It seed that an even more terrifying attack was brewing!

Still intensifying…

Still…

Almost there!

Xu Shuo’s gaze suddenly turned cold, and a pitch-black darkness flashed behind his back, and then, he fell into the darkness along with the chains.

But once those chains touched the darkness, they all broke, as if they suddenly lost their target.

And in the next mont, these countless chains suddenly burst into sharp spikes!

The spikes, nearly a yard long, were extrely sharp, like an exploding hedgehog, crisscrossing densely from every chain, making it impossible to avoid.

If there was still a target above.

That target must have been reduced to a sieve by now.

All these changes happened in an instant.

The young man disappeared from the heavily surrounded battlefield in just an instant, and the charging heavy cavalry around him didn’t even recover, and naturally, the mage on top of the mountain didn’t react either.

“It was you who was sneaking behind , right.”

The young man who erged from the darkness grabbed his neck, his handso face with a cold smile, his unruly silver hair casually draped over his shoulders, and now even carried a bit of a roguish aura.

Only when he had trouble breathing did the mage realize what was happening.

He quickly grabbed the hand tight around his neck, his feet kicked frantically, and his face showed shock and panic, completely unable to comprehend how this person teleported here.

Even a Great Magician can’t do such a thing!

In this world, there is no such ability!

Xu Shuo scoffed, “There are only a few Great Magicians in this continent, the Royal Capital must really be determined to ambush here. But why didn’t he co himself?”

The Great Magician couldn’t speak, only struggling violently and whimpering, trembling uncontrollably with fear as death lood.

As a Great Magician who is respectfully treated even by the royal heirs, he has always been strategizing from the back.

Never had there been a mont, so vividly facing death!

Suddenly, Xu Shuo loosened his grip.

The mage heavily fell to the ground, he quickly crawled backwards, staring in terror at the young man in front of him.

“Who on earth are you?!”

“Who I am, didn’t Wald XVIII tell you when you ca?” Xu Shuo said with a light smile.

“Even the Pope of Light can’t do such things!” the mage cried out.

“Who told you guys I was here?”

Xu Shuo didn’t answer but countered with a question, his emotionless gaze looming over the person below: “Give you three seconds to answer , maybe in light of my good mood, I wouldn’t mind sparing your life.”

Hearing this, the mage couldn’t help but glance at the situation in the valley.

The death warrior legion had lost their target.

They were searching now.

And they had already locked onto this mountain peak.

While his brain was processing this.

Three seconds had already passed.

The mage saw the person in front of him raise the blood-stained axe, saw the mocking expression on his face, which seed like watching a dying ant.

He was already succumbing to uncontrollable fear.

“I’ll tell! I’ll tell!”

The mage hurriedly yelled: “It was King! It was King who sent here!”

Xu Shuo looked at him: “Do you think I didn’t know?”

Mage: “???”

Then why did you still ask this?

As he saw the axe begin to fall, the mage’s fear distorted his features.

He sat on the ground full of small stones, arms braced desperately crawling backwards, trying to evade the chopping of the axe, while screaming incoherently, his voice shrill almost tearing his throat.

“Really, it was the King who sent ! I don’t know anything else! I really don’t know anything, he just told to co here, spare ! Ah—!”

The last short scream.

Was when the scrambling mage stumbled, falling directly from the high peak, hitting his head on a rock, then against a tree branch, and then against the mountain wall.

And like this, he rolled down all the way.

Leaving the liquid produced from his fear at the peak.

Xu Shuo holding the axe: “…”

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