Another world, I have an elf magician

"Help... help!"

The young man covered his neck and struggled in mid-air.

The old man kept grinning ferociously, and the laughter echoed throughout the room.

The young man looked at me, his eyes full of helplessness and pleading.

I am now being pressed by a strange force, lying on the ground unable to move at all.

My elf eyes observed that the old man's body contained powerful magic power, reaching an astonishing level, even more powerful than any high-level magician I had ever seen.

Therefore, he must be a sect-level magician, and the magic he performs can be called master-level.

Under the crushing force of this kind of strength, it was very difficult for me to even move a finger, let alone resist.

But when I think about it, I am the next young man who will have the same tragic experience as him. My survival instinct makes me unable to sit still and wait for death.

I raised my palm with difficulty, imagining the outline of the revolver.

A sense of substance appeared, and I had an extra golden revolver in my hand.

"Hehehe, I just like to watch the way human beings die slowly, the way they are suffocated to the point of being unable to resist, and finally lowering their hands with despair in their eyes..."

"Then you are so perverted!"

"boom!"

A shot went off.

I managed to hit the old man and the young man fell off.

He turned around and stared at me in astonishment. The strange power in his body dissipated and he became much more relaxed.

The old man looked down at the bloody hole in his chest and looked at me as I stood up.

I was just about to recharge when a sense of crisis suddenly came over me.

A blue light flashed from my body, and the Moon Dragon Armor was automatically put on my body.

I was knocked away by an invisible force.

If it hadn't been for the Armor Protector to attack right now, I would have been shattered to pieces.

When I landed, I rolled over and hid behind the counter.

When I looked up, I saw the old man pointing his staff in my direction, his face full of anger, "Do you think you can kill me with this method? You are wishful thinking!"

The staff emits a dazzling white light.

"Boom."

I quickly moved to cover, and then there was a burning sensation behind me, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly increased.

Looking back, I saw where I was standing just now, and the entire counter was shattered by powerful energy, and even a big hole appeared in the wall, with fierce flames burning on it.

Master magic, so terrifying!

There was a low chanting in my ears, and I understood that this old thing was casting powerful magic again.

Taking advantage of the messy and dark nature of the room, I quickly lay down and crawled to find large objects to hide.

Since there was an object between me and the old man, blocking my view, he didn't know where I was.

But I can use the ability of the Elf Eyes to see his direction and naturally avoid his attacks.

"Boom!"

Along with the loud noise, I don't know if it was the movement caused by the outside, the old man, or both. In short, the room was shaking, and the dazzling white light flashed one after another.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

I was staring in the direction of the old man, avoiding attacks, and crawling towards the door. Suddenly I was hit by something, and my head hurt.

Turning my eyes to the front, I found that the young man from before was crawling like me, hiding behind the counter.

He covered his head and looked at me.

"Brother, my name is Scott, let's find a way to escape quickly." Scott whispered.

I nodded, "My name is Randy, and we work together."

"How to cooperate?"

"It's simple, I just need your help to attract that old guy's attention, and then I'll use this thing to attack him in a sneak attack and get rid of him!"

I pointed to the golden revolver in my hand.

Another bang.

The old man used magic to bombard the room, his voice was crazy, "Come out, come out!"

Scott shook his head, with timidity in his eyes, "No... no, this is too dangerous, I don't dare."

I reminded: "I just saved you, why don't you help me, and if you don't do this, none of us can get out."

There is nothing blocking the door. Once we are exposed, we will become a living target for the old guy. "

Scott hesitated, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He said: "Okay, let's make an agreement first. I will send the signal later, and you can come out and we can deal with him together."

"Ah."

I nodded in agreement and watched him crawl in the other direction, his figure gradually disappearing in the darkness.

I waited for the opportunity quietly, holding the revolver tightly with both hands, watching the old man's every move in the center of the room through the separated objects.

He might be tired, holding on to the staff to catch his breath.

At this time, Scott's familiar voice came.

"Go!"

I immediately stood up and pointed the revolver at the old man.

But the next second, something happened that shocked me.

The old man quickly discovered me. There was a magic barrier in front of him, but there was no sign of Scott around at all.

We agreed to attract attention and I would be responsible for sneak attacks. Where are the others?

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly saw his figure hurriedly running towards the door.

I reacted immediately and felt annoyed.

Damn, this kid tricked me, deliberately exposed my position, and then took the opportunity to escape.

Damn, it's too late!

Seeing the old man chanting loudly, he pointed the staff at me. The light at the front flashed violently, and the energy was about to be released.

My brain was running rapidly, and the revolver in my hand disappeared and turned into something else.

The powerful energy turned into a beam and hit me.

Because the situation was too critical, I had no time to dodge, so I just stood there and fought.

"boom!"

There was no pain as I imagined, and I was still standing intact.

It's just that there is a red and blue round shield in my hand.

The old man's body was blasted with a bloody hole by the energy repulsed by the shield, covering half of his body.

He took a few steps back, coughed up blood, and said in shock, "You... what kind of magic weapon is this?"

I looked at the shield and said, "It's not a magic weapon, it's Captain America's shield!"

The old man fell backwards and fell to the ground, and soon there was a pool of blood under him. It seemed that he could no longer die.

Huh... I let out a long breath and my whole body was covered in sweat.

I was thinking, because of the crisis just now, it seems that I have opened up a new field?

It turns out that fantasy magic works like this. Even Steve's shield can be imagined, and its functions are very different.

You know, this thing is vibrating gold, absorbing kinetic energy and reflecting energy.

It just bounced back the opponent's magic and saved me!

It's not a good place to stay here for a long time. Wearing the Moon Dragon Armor, I ran towards the door, intending to escape from here.

Don't let me meet that guy Scott, I must teach him a lesson, he almost killed me!

Outside the room is a complicated corridor.

The ground was shaking and it felt like an earthquake.

I guess something must have happened, and it seems to be related to Scott's sister, because he said this?

By the way, what's his sister's name? She seems to be Medusa?