"Why do you want to learn gun?"
The fairy Leia''s face was full of doubts and held a spear in her arms: "you are a wizard. Even if you want to go out for adventure, Lauren and I will protect you."
The little wizard didn''t say a word. He just stared at her with big eyes and looked at her timidly: "can''t you?"
"Yes, but..." the Female Elf sighed, shook her head and said, "except for Loren, it''s not easy for humans to learn elf gunshot."
"Especially you basically have no combat experience... You will be injured and suffer a lot."
"It doesn''t matter, I can bear it." the little wizard bit his lower lip and still looked straight: "it doesn''t matter if you get hurt. As long as you can learn, it''s no problem."
"Is it really necessary?" the fairy still didn''t understand:
"You can use bows and arrows, and you are still a powerful wizard... Even if you go out for adventure, anyone will protect you at all costs; even if you can learn it, you may not use it in your life."
The little wizard still didn''t answer her question, but stared at her: "can you teach me?"
Looking at those persistent eyes and sighing, the fairy threw the spear to her: "if you really want to learn so much... Who makes us friends?"
Hastily catch the long gun, Ayn gently stroked the gun body, felt the weight in his hand, and stared at the silver light of the gun tip.
Elves... Loren, did he fight face to face with countless ogres with such light weapons?
The fairy didn''t notice her expression and stood with a gun:
"Well, the first step is the first and the most important step. Unlike you humans, the most important of our skills is not the long gun itself;
The most important thing is footwork... "
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At the moment when the spear was about to stab the face door, the little wizard who attacked the front suddenly "moved"!
Like a phantom without warning, the instant acceleration made Sally card even have no time to see the direction of her spear, so she had to withdraw and parry.
"Dang --!"
The two silver rays meet in the air, and the friction of the blade blooms the most gorgeous color in the sunset.
What''s going on?
At the moment of the long gun collision, Sarika could clearly feel the difference between the little wizard in front of her and the one just now.
If the little wizard was a goshawk waiting for an opportunity to hunt, now the eagle is rising in the air and shuttling in front of him like a hummingbird!
Everything is as natural as flowing clouds and water. The spear moves around in Ayn''s hand, as if it is no longer a sharp weapon that can only stab the enemy straight;
Her attack has even completely lost the meaning of "fighting", but has become her figure, a part of her "dance" - every movement seems to be able to smoothly catch the next, and the silver flashing gun tip is like a beating note.
And this is not even the most terrible place... Sally card''s forehead is already sweating.
What''s really terrible... Is that the little wizard is getting faster and faster!
No matter how he dodges, attacks and blocks... The little wizard can always accurately keep up with his own, and can never get rid of her strange "rhythm".
No, it''s not keeping up... It''s anticipation. The little wizard is dragging himself into that strange rhythm bit by bit!
In an instant, ayin''s attack came again, and a little cold ran straight to his neck.
"Clang -!"
The blade cuts through the barrel of the spear, and the sharp Sally card sweeps away, dissolving the attack of the little wizard again.
But she still can''t get rid of ayin''s "entanglement"... It''s ridiculous. It''s obvious that the advantage lies in herself. It''s this pale, sweaty little wizard who keeps attacking!
The expressionless Ayn didn''t choose to retreat, but dodged, and the swept barrel almost touched the tip of her nose; Like a dancer turning back, she twisted her waist, and the long gun in her hand hit again from bottom to top.
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"I don''t know what your human marksmanship is, but in the skills of war dancers, fighting is meaningless - we should firmly grasp any opportunity to kill with one blow."
Knock down the long gun in the little wizard''s hand. The stiff faced Female Elf looked at Ai Yin who collapsed to the ground and was sweating: "constant approaching and constant attack are the key to the skills of war dancers."
She doesn''t know why Ayn can stick to this... But as a friend, she can only help her with her lessons:
"In addition, any move to distance and avoid the enemy''s edge is meaningless - the more you fear the enemy, the more you will be defeated by fear!"
The bloodless ayin bit her lower lip hard to keep her from crying until the corner of her mouth overflowed with blood.
The aching but unconscious hands clenched the gun again, and the trembling legs supported the petite body to stand up again... Only the eyes were still as stubborn as at the beginning:
"Come again!"
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"Dang --!"
The two long guns played the excited notes again, and the two staggered figures swung away from each other''s attack at the same time.
The little wizard finally found his shot down bow, just five steps away!
At that moment, Ayn rushed over without looking back... She was very clear that Sally card behind her was doing her best to jump at herself, and the sharp tip of the gun had pointed to her neck.
But she doesn''t care.
Five steps
The stunned Sarika suddenly looked back and stabbed the long gun into the back neck of the little wizard.
Four steps
The spear came from the back of his neck, and Ayn could even feel the deep chill.
Three steps
The nervous Lorraine clenched the bright silver handle of the sword, and his palm was full of cold sweat.
Two steps
The blue pupil flashed a trace of panic, but then he recovered his composure.
One step
It''s too late... Sally card''s heart is cold. Once the little wizard has the chance to shoot an arrow at such a close distance, she will lose!
The pupil of her wolf shrank and the spear in her hand thrust forward.
"Pa --!"
Everyone stared wide, held their breath and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
The little wizard who grabbed the bow suddenly tilted back and took off, and steadily stepped on the tip of Sarika''s gun; A little tiptoe, the petite figure leaped up in an instant.
At this moment, she was no longer herself, but an eagle flying in the dome;
It''s a hummingbird spreading its wings.
At this moment, time seemed to be at a standstill.
The spear that pierced out fell slowly at the moment of failure;
The startled black haired wizard raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth;
Sarika widened her eyes and stared at the "phantom" passing over her head;
Oh, no
That''s right... When you jump into the air, you can''t dodge any more. The little wizard at present is a slow-moving target; Just one shot, you can pierce him (her) in mid air!
Just one shot... With her teeth clenched, Sarika''s eyes deviated, and the tip of the fallen gun seemed to be a heavy weight in her hand. She couldn''t lift it anyway.
All she could do was raise her head, stare at the figure who was looking down at her with cold eyes;
The long blond hair floating in the air and still shining in the sunset, the smart posture is beautiful and elegant;
It was a sight she had never heard of or seen in the past;
It is a picture that can only be seen in a dream... Now it appears vividly in front of you, so real that all your past experiences have become empty and boring.
"Dang --!"
The roaring wind swept over, and the cold three foot long gun fell from the air. At the moment of landing, it met Sally Ka''s braided hair. Her long flaxen hair spread with the wind, covering the girl''s stunned expression.
The little wizard in the air clenched his bow and landed lightly under the gaze of countless eyes; Then get up, take an arrow, draw a bow, raise a bow, aim
Within three steps, the full arrows were aimed at the center of Sarika''s chest; The expressionless Ayn Rand stared at the stubborn eyes, and the bow and arrow in his hand was as stable as a rock without shaking.
The stunned Sarika still maintained the last-minute posture, unprepared in front of her, the empty door opened wide... She just stared at the little wizard''s eyes, and her memory flashed in her mind.
The first arrow is a warning;
The second arrow is a threat;
This... Is the third arrow;
last-gasp goal!