Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 32

The shattered rocks flew into dust mist in the air, and the huge roar never stopped. The dust mist flew roughly like a sandstorm, and the messy things mixed in it were flying around. These high-speed rocks were enough to smash Broken bones.

Ou Yue cautiously stuck his head out, and the huge wind pressure and broken stones flew past his ears, almost cutting his young face.

"I suggest you go down a little bit." Ennardez raised his windbreaker to shield him from the flying stones: "Otherwise, I will be very distressed if you are injured by these stones."

"Then why don't you squat down like us." Nasha lay on it, not caring about the stones flying around, and stared at the tall guy with big eyes.

"If I hide like you, how should I protect you if there is danger?" Enardez rubbed her head: "Actually, there is no need to watch this battle from the beginning. It is impossible to hit that big rock. Better than that uncle’s.”

"Is he very strong?" Nasha asked, "How does he compare to you?"

"Of course he's a little worse than me." Enardez helped her comb her hair: "But there is no doubt that he is very powerful."

Ouyue also looked at him curiously: "Why do you say he is so powerful?"

"Don't you know him?" Enardez looked at Ou Yue in surprise: "You followed him."

Ouyue scratched her head and said a little embarrassedly: "I really don't know."

How could he possibly know about this guy? After all, the relationship between Lowenstein and him was like the relationship between an invited tutor and a student. His nephew hugged his thigh and begged before agreeing to stay and teach him magic. Naturally, Ou Yue subconsciously thought that he was just a good mage who was outstanding in magic.

But Ouyue now saw Lowenstein fighting the stone man with a long bow. So far, he had not seen him use any spells, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He does know that the elves have always said that archers who cannot melee are not good mages. Because of their long lives, elves have a lot of time to learn how to use a variety of weapons. But there is still such a thing as expertise. For example, the elven archers may be good at using short swords and have a little bit of magic. But when defending against enemies, they will first use their own bow skills to fight them. # Better and faster updates

There is no doubt that Lowenstein is a mage, but he is using a bow to fight the enemy. This is strange no matter how you think about it.

"Oh, if you all want to hear stories about him." Enardez rubbed the heads of the two little guys: "Why can't you wait until he finishes the beating and let him tell you?"

"That's right." Nasha tilted her head: "Hey, hey, hey, they ran up to the plains to fight. They can't be seen here."

"That's better. We can consider leaving first." Enardez looked up and saw that the fighting position was indeed getting farther and farther away from them, and even the voice gradually became smaller: "I will go back this time I will take you to an elven town and make you a new dress. Your wrinkled skirt may have been killed in this adventure."

"Let's talk about those things later. I want to watch their fight now." Nasha stretched out her hand and took Ennardez's arm: "Take us up and have a look~ We usually don't have the chance to see such a thing."

Ouyue also raised her head and looked at Ennardez with longing eyes: "I want to go and have a look too."

Ennardez looked at the pitiful eyes of the two little guys, felt soft in his heart, and then sighed: "You have to pay attention to safety when you get up there."

"Okay." Nasha cheered and took his hand: "I know daddy loves me the most."

"What you said makes me so sad." Ennardez pinched her face lovingly: "Is it possible that if I don't help you, I don't love you?"

"No way." Nasha said with a grin, and then gently hammered Ennardez with her small fist: "If you say this, I will ignore you."

"Don't bother, that's what I said." Enardez scratched her nose: "Come on, I'll go up there and find a safer place."

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If Lowenstein knew that the two little guys wanted to see him fight so much, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

But now he was about to vomit blood, his old bones were almost broken, and all the muscles in his body felt sore and weak because he had not rested. He really wanted to sit on the ground and rest.

Although Lowenstein looks young, he is actually close to 250 years old. There is not much time left before the next growth stage of the elf, so the elf at this stage can be considered very old.

Now this 200-year-old skeleton is running fast on the bumpy ground, trying to avoid the attack of the Crystal Corpse Puppet.

He suddenly stood up and seemed to be flying. The place where I was standing just now collapsed, and a huge crack suddenly appeared. The excess power that had not been absorbed by the earth turned into airflow and seeped out of the crack, bringing out small pieces of stone inside.

Lowenstein drew the long bow. This bow was a solidified product that he condensed with high-density dark elements. The same goes for the arrows he shot. This time he condensed three elemental arrows that were materialized by the dark elements. They fell on the huge stone giant in different arcs. Three consecutive explosions sounded at the same time, and he was stunned. A synthesized sound.

A huge roar came as expected. Lowenstein opened his cloak and used the wind pressure generated by the explosion to slightly change his footing.

The Crystal Corpse Puppet was shocked and backed away. After standing up straight, he raised his fist and rushed forward, trying to smash Lowenstein into pieces while he was still in the air.

Although its fist looks very slow, it only looks like it. In fact, the speed of this fist swing was even faster than that of a flying arrowhead. Lowenstein was unable to deal with this blow with this funny evasion method.

If you can't dodge, then don't dodge. Lowenstein turned slightly sideways. When the fist came in front of him, he just stepped on it with both feet, and then bounced out. The movements of his hands did not stop during the whole process. Crystal Corpse Puppet The explosions on the huge body never stopped, and the roars were as frequent as drum beats.

No matter how you look at it, this battle was a one-sided massacre. The Crystal Corpse Puppet couldn't even hurt Lowenstein, and every attack from Lowenstein would hit it accurately.

But that was just a look. In fact, Lowenstein already had the urge to curse.

"Damn it." Loewenstein didn't want to hold it in any longer and subconsciously cursed: "What is it made of? It's so strong."

Although it seems that every visual effect is amazing, the air waves generated by the continuous explosions blow the entire stone tablet on the altar. The original altar has become ruins, and the ground is broken by the explosion. The huge rock, gray mist shrouded the entire bottom.

But when it comes to what harm Lowenstein did to that thing... the answer is no.

The arrowheads composed of high-density dark element solids can't even penetrate the layer of armor outside him. The smoke generated by each explosion all comes from the rocks on the ground. As for this huge human-shaped stone statue, it was naturally almost unscathed from beginning to end.

Lowenstein felt unhappy at this. If his dagger was still there, he would have been approved of it no matter what. But now I only have a longbow in my hand that is not even metal, but can only be regarded as a summoned object. This bow can be said to be almost negligible against this guy with immeasurably thick armor, and it doesn't even have an attack that actually causes damage.

As for spells... There is no ultimate move in the dark system that can break defenses. The only black spear that can cause decent penetrating damage still needs time to condense. In other words, he is using the one he is holding in his hand now. The bow and arrow condensed from the dark elements are a kind of weakened pitch black spear, and the effect it can have is minimal.

In other words, using it is just a waste of energy that is almost gone.

"Hey, we're actually in a tough fight." Suddenly, Lowenstein seemed to hear someone speaking close to his ear. He was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost lost his balance.

"What do you mean by establishing language communication with me now?" Lowenstein murmured softly, then squatted down, and huge rocks whizzed past his head with an earthy smell. By the way, he picked up his bow and arrow, and shot another arrow at the corpse puppet.

The person talking to him was Ennardez, which is a practical mid-level spiritual magic with a common language. Establishing voice connections with others through this method can have high application value in many places. So it is almost a magic that those who learn magic must master.

This is spiritual magic that even a guy like Lowenstein, who has been immersed in dark magic for hundreds of years, can learn, which is enough to show how effective it is.

"I just care about you." Ennardez's tone sounded very relaxed.

"I think it's better for you to take care of those two little guys than to care about me." Lowenstein made an appointment again, stepping on the gravel in the air that had not yet hit the ground, and quickly climbed up, his cloak on his body. His body was like wings, and he was gliding through the air with it, like a swift that was wet with water.

"The little guys are safe. We are watching you fight from the top." Ennardez is currently on the rock wall directly above the altar, half-crouching on a split stone plane and carefully pulling two sticks out. The little ones on the head, use this hand to prevent them from accidentally falling or breaking them when a stone hits them.

"Haha, I'm working so hard here, but you guys are as relaxed there as if you were watching the arena." Lowenstein took advantage of a gap to glance in their direction. When he saw Nasha waving to him, he almost got angry. The Cha was angry. But just as he glanced at Sora, the big guy actually chased after him. With the wind pressure, his huge fist almost brushed past Lowenstein. He only needed a slight hesitation to get within a few centimeters of him. The consequences of broken bones all over the body.

Lowenstein took this opportunity to pull out the dagger tied to his thigh, then stuck it on the stone next to him, and slashed with it. He actually cut through the armor on the outside of the big guy, and the broken rock slag Flying everywhere in front of them, some even separated their cloaks.

"Qi." Lowenstein sighed softly, then tapped it lightly again, and once again relied on this power to turn into a shadow in the air and fall from the sky.

"I see you are in a tough fight." Ennardez's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of schadenfreude in it: "Do you need me to help you? Or we can consider leaving, just from its guarding range If you leave, it won't catch up."

"Shut up." Loewenstein shouted angrily: "I can handle it by myself. As for leaving... I lost my sword. I have to look at the burial belongings of this guy sleeping here. Is there anything handy that is useful?”

"You really don't need my help?" Ennardez said with a hint of doubt in his tone this time: "To be honest, the puppet in front of you is really a powerful thing. The person who created it is really a genius. Can a stone man be made into an arcane giant comparable to the dwarves, or should this thing be an imitation of the arcane giant?"

"Arcane Giant" Lowenstein was stunned for a moment, then slapped himself on the forehead: "What you said really reminded me."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head slightly. His eyes turned pitch black without knowing when. He looked at the thing for a moment and took a deep breath.

The arcane giant is the crystallization of the wisdom of the dwarves. It is a giant thing with an average length of eight meters. The driving substance relies on refined elemental crystals and arcane inscriptions carved on stone.

It was a very terrifying war machine. As long as it never appeared on the battlefield, it would be a battle worth recording in the archives.

But its weakness can be easily discovered, and that is the arcane inscription engraved on it. Just destroy some key parts and it will lose its combat effectiveness. Therefore, the dwarves will hide these arcane inscriptions in some very hidden places when carving, so as not to destroy a precious strategic weapon due to this weakness.

So, if this thing is a replica. Then there is no doubt that the shortcomings of the arcane giant will also appear on it.

The undead cannot carve arcane inscriptions, so they can only be elemental patterns that can only be used by elves and the undead. There is still a big gap between this kind of thing and arcane inscriptions. But it's not much different... at least that's what the elves think.

Lowenstein now casts a spell on himself that can see the flow of elements, and then he can see that under the thick rock armor, elemental patterns similar to human meridians are surging.

"Drink, you don't have to do useless work anymore." He smiled and looked at the areas where the elements flowed and concentrated in his field of vision: "Let's see if I don't tear you apart."