Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (free e reader txt) 📖

a fish in the water, only seeing the mouth of the water moving, but he could not hear what was said.

　　Rogg shook his head hard, as if breaking a mirror, the flat world was broken. Sound and color are back in this world. "Roger!! What's wrong with you?" Kate shook him hard. "I'm okay, what's wrong?" Roger felt as tired as he had just been. Kate stared at him for a while before saying: "We found the whereabouts of the opposing patrol. I think we'd better ambush here and grab a few people to ask."

　　Kate discovered that the patrol was only 10 miles away from the outer edge of the forest. It had a clear horseshoe mark and a mix of old and new. In terms of numbers, it was a team of about 7 or 8 people. These traces indicate that teams of the same size often pass by this path. Perhaps the path in the forest was originally patrolled by patrols.

　　 It was getting late, and the mercenaries took a rest in the forest after setting up the trap. In the early morning, Kate arranged a new scout to look around the forest, and the rest continued to rest. People with extremely limited military knowledge do not actually know how to ambush. Fortunately, some of the hired mercenaries are still familiar with this way.

　　 Last night, Roger and others negotiated overnight, and felt that these patrols might not be so simple, otherwise the two good players sent would not disappear. However, apart from strengthening prevention, it is impossible to discuss any results.

　　After a night of rest, Roger's energy was completely restored. He caressed a green ring on his hand, chanted a start spell softly, and a small, inconspicuous sphere of light slowly formed and gradually rose into the sky. Rogge shared a little mental power into the light sphere, and it seemed as if he had opened a field of vision in front of him. As the light sphere slowly rose, he stabilized in the air about ten meters. The magic of this wizard's eye is not very high-level, and it lasts very long. It is a convenient scout magic. But the shortcomings are also outstanding. The magician needs to constantly increase his attention, so the magicians can't care about maintaining this magic during the battle. Another disadvantage is that the fluctuation of this magic is easily detected by another mage, often revealing the magician's position. And this is often a fatal threat to the magician.

　　 There was a crisp bird's song by the forest, and the mercenaries sitting on the ground jumped up and entered the ambush position. The mercenaries’ horses are already placed 5 miles away, and the cavalry plays no role in the forest. As the calm sound of horseshoes gradually became clear, the palms of noble scum began to sweat. This can be different from previous fights and fights, which are real. Rogge did not move, always watching around in the eyes of the wizard. Of course, the premise is that he put himself comfortably on a large leafy tree.

　　 Six scout cavalry walked slowly along the path. The cavalrymen were wearing leather armour, wearing knight swords, and patrolling casually, talking and laughing, and it seemed that they hadn't encountered anything for many days. The position of the patrol's leather armor chest seemed to be painted, but now it has been scraped off. Rogge in the tree suddenly felt a heart palpitation, as if a viper had stared at himself in the dark. The fat man immediately withdrew the wizard's eyes, turned his eyes closed, and tried his best to perceive the fluctuations of magic around him. The super-fat fat man immediately felt that a light source of magic power was hiding from the mercenaries two miles away. Judging from the wizard's eyes that he hadn't even noticed him, the magician invisible himself, at least an intermediate wizard.

　　 Roger is at a loss, and mental perception can only find out the general position of the other party, and the real eye that can crack the invisible is the fourth-level magic, which he can't release now. But there will always be a way, the fat man thinks for a while, and smiles yiny, while the mage still has a little distance here, he quickly consulted with the nearest Et, and disappeared into the forest with the agility unique to Warcraft.

　　The patrol knights are digesting breakfast leisurely, but some of the scenery is that the scenery of the forest is really not very good. They don't worry too much about their safety, after all, an intermediate wizard is secretly protecting them. The thick cavalry did not consider the problem in the direction of the bait. Several people talked about the young villager who had met her while on patrol last month.

　　 Death always comes at the most unexpected time. Suddenly flying out of the trees like a locust arrow, twenty short bows, and three crossbows all aimed at the three cavalry walking in front. These patrol cavalry were quite skillful, quickly dialed the arrow, and blocked a small half in a hurry. But each of the first three people still hit a few arrows and landed in Malay. The three cavalry who missed the arrow responded quickly and rushed into the woods quickly, without giving the mercenaries a second chance to release the arrow.

　　The mercenaries dropped their bows and arrows, pulled out their long swords and started a melee fight. The martial arts of the patrol knights are good, especially a knight with a giant sword. He steered the horse around the two big trees flexibly and rushed into the middle of the three mercenaries who had just pulled out the long sword. The giant sword lifted up, wiped out one mercenary, and then struck the second mercenary with lightning . The mercenary raised his sword, and when the long sword was swayed away, he was suddenly distracted, his left arm raised, and the knight steel shield on his arm protected his heart. The blade of the giant sword and the steel shield draw a spark, making a bitter, bitter voice. The curved shield surface forced the tip of the sword to slide to the side. The mercenary flew away with a tremendous impulse, and his arm made a brittle fracture sound. Immediately, the Great Sword Knight grinned, his wrists jittered, and the Great Sword sank down, and a deep bone was pierced on the mercenary's thighs without steel armor protection.

　　 The third mercenary turned around and hid behind the tree. After seeing his sword, the giant sword knight saw that his armor was much more gorgeous. He immediately put down the wounded two mercenaries and chased him. The mercenary was Lens. At the moment, his life was tied up. He showed his agility not to lose to the thieves. He walked around in the trees, and the knights behind could not catch up with him.

　　The other two patrol cavalry had no such luck and skill. A horse was chasing a mercenary, and two axe guns suddenly came over the tree above his head. He was shocked in his heart. Robbery. However, another axe came silently from behind and opened the leather armor easily, almost halving him in half. Kate jumped lightly from the tree, too late to check the body, and quickly lifted the axe gun to the place where the fighting sound came. Another patrol cavalry was surrounded by five mercenaries led by Et. The tiger couldn't stand the pack of wolves, and soon he was attacked by a mercenary from behind, and then he was cut down by the sword.

　　The Great Sword Knight followed Lens again in two circles. Two screams from far away made him change his mind, turned his horse's head, and prepared to escape. His horse suddenly stood up, a crossbow was inserted into the hip, and the knight was pulled down. He was on the verge of danger, and a man stood up and found that Kate was holding his bloody axe in front of him. Rear Etti appeared with a heavy sword. Franco, who was armed with a crossbow, and Lens, who was still struggling to escape, also appeared. The knight sweated and could not help cursing: "Where did that damn mage go?"

　　The magician's situation is not good. After discovering that someone had used the wizard's eye, he cast invisibility and approached the battlefield quickly and carefully. At this time, the sound of fighting in the distance sounded. Fortunately, he found a knight with bright armor ambushing in the woods thirty meters away, looking at him dressed like a commander. The magician was secretly satisfied with his luck, and a flash of lightning struck him, hitting the target. Watching the knight fall with his tiny electric sparks covered, the magician who had appeared was swaggering past. He believed in the power of his spells, not to mention the preparation of a second lightning magic.

　　 The knight stood up again, and the second lightning passed by, striking him again. But this time the knight did not fall, but turned around. There was only a skull under the helmet, and occasionally a pale flame flashed in the deep eye socket, staring at the magician. The magician looked at all this with horror, and the skeleton seemed to smile at him. The magician only felt that his mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. The instincts formed over the years of battle caused him to quickly activate the amulet he wore. A white pillar of light rose from his feet and disappeared. But the magic field that was invisible to the naked eye had covered the mage. The second-order spell "magic armor" is economical and practical, easy to learn, and is absolutely necessary for the magician's self-defense body when traveling.

　　 has already belonged to the intermediate magician, and he also needs to use the amulet to activate this second-level spell. The main purpose is that he also has to seize the time to chant the next spell. Time on the battlefield is the mage's second life. With the same mana and the same spell, the one that finishes first will take the lead. Different people sing the spells at different times. After all, accents, language habits, and even the mood of the day may affect the spell. As the mainland recognized, stuttering is impossible to become a master of magic. However, the spells are not read as quickly as possible, and the higher the probability of failure, the faster the spell spells are, the longer and more mouthful. The important syllables in many spells cannot be shortened, which is a big problem. Which syllables can be shortened is often the biggest secret of a magician, and even the closest disciples may not be taught.

　　 The magician's spell was completed quickly. A summoning circle appeared on the ground, and the magic light was slowly forming in the light. Rogge was silently covering up from the back, and axe was cut down at the magician. Seeing that the mage was about to separate his head, Roger felt that the axe had suddenly chopped into a large piece of butter, and he turned involuntarily to the side. As a rookie who hasn't touched the axe for a few days, he still won't control the axe he cuts out.

　　 The magician was startled and flicked sideways. Tomahawk still made a long blood on his shoulder. Rogge flew again, but changed his favorite yin to sweep the church. As expected, he kicked again on the pile of cotton. But the powerful foot still kicked the magician away.

　　 "Roar!" A roar sounded behind Roger, Roger looked back, and a black tiger was doing impulsive flutter. "Fuck!" Rogge screamed bad luck. After the successful close combat, the magician had no play, and didn't expect his pet to be a rare combat type, and Rogge put his armor on Fengyue. There is only one cloth shirt all over