Pivot of the Sky

Haven and Vitru are smarter than Amon in both physical and theological arts, and they are more familiar with the situation of the Egyptian Empire, a step ahead of Amon. Most fatally, they judged Ammon's destination, and they guessed it!

After entering the mountainous area on the eastern bank of the Ronnie River, Vitru did not use the Lamp of Pursuit anymore, nor did he want to waste any more power, letting Haven track Amon on the basis of the traces, which appeared to have been dragged away again.

After walking in the mountain for three days, Amon slowly relaxed. Without that feeling of being stared at from time to time, Schrödinger slept well, and the tracker seemed to have been dumped.

The road was tedious enough, almost forced to escape, and now I can finally relax. On that night, Amon did not rush to make a delicious meal for Schrödinger. He also had a beautiful meal. He still practiced the basic meditation of divinity. He lay down in the middle of the night and slept well. He had not forgotten to lay the guard and cover of the magic array around him when he slept.

Just before dawn, Schrödinger, who was sleeping, suddenly jumped out of the ground and shouted, and Amon woke up, and the feeling of being stared at came back! He was surprised, didn't the tracker give up and find the neighborhood again? Amon packed his things and took Schrödinger into his pocket and left. The opponent was horrible and could not be delayed any longer. He had to cross the Ronnie River today at the fastest possible speed.

Amonte flew through the mountain forest with his staff. He had reached out and removed several scrolls from his bones and placed them in his leather pocket. In front of him was an open area between the dense woods. On the left and right sides was the foot of the mountain, and in the middle was a valley mouth, which was not far from the Ronnie River. Amon suddenly settled his figure as he flew and drank coldly: "Who followed me all the way here? Time to show up and say hello! ”

Ammon discovered the ambush in front of him, and the tracker of the road, such as the maggots of the bones, finally appeared. Instead, he calmed down and raised his branched staff with one hand.

Coming from a cold smile, several people walked out behind the hills on both sides, two magicians with canes and four samurai with bows and arrows. The magician on the left stared at Ammon: "Boy, you still can't get out of my hand! Leaving my ancestral legacy behind, I may spare you! ”

Amon's pupils are also contracting, and he looks at his gaze: "* * *, it's you! No wonder I have to go all the way. If I give you the gift of Master Nero, will you leave me with a life to celebrate what you have done in the future? ”

This sentence puts * * * into question, whether or not Amon handed over the stones and scrolls on his body, * * * If he did this, he would never leave Amon behind. As long as Amon is alive, it is proof of his evil deeds. In that case, there's nothing else to talk about. As long as Amon is not an idiot, he won't hand it over properly.

* * * "I am the head of the Linton family, you stole the relics of my ancestors, and if you return them properly, I will make your death a lot easier.” He raised his staff as he spoke, and the four samurai around him had set an arrow on Amon, pointing so close to him at the cross of the samurai's bow and arrow that Amon could not escape.

Amon was slightly surprised when he saw the * * * staff, which was almost identical to the one he had given Link, with seven spiral stones. It seems that this is a very precious cane, or a cane from the hand of the same master craftsman as Link's, which greatly enhances the power of all sorts of magic without any difference in attributes.

He did not know that * * * the sceptre in his hand was Nero's private sceptre, inherited by the Linton clan chiefs. The relics returned by Amon are the staff of the main priest belonging to the Temple of the City State, more precious than Nero's private staff.

Then another magician warned: "Lord Linton, beware, he has just discovered our ambush. He must have used detective magic. He is a magician! ”

* * * With a slight smile: “Magician? Then I don't need to kill him...”

His words were not finished, the people around him suddenly shouted, only heard the bowstrings banging, the samurai's arrows suddenly shot out towards Amon from the strings, another magician's staff waved, sacrificing a flaming sea on the open ground. Turns out Amon had a bow without a sign, waved the branches of his hand like a leopard towards * * * and rushed over. He never had much bullshit when fighting, he said to do it.

The samurai's physical arrows can shoot their strength into the elephant's heart, and Ammon's straight forward can't hide, but it can't hide. At the moment when the bowstring vibrated, his hand copied into his arms, and he actually took out a silver shield in the sky, which was seven feet tall and three feet long, blocking the front of his body.

Four arrows were fired at the shield, buzzing continuously in the air, like a giant hammer hitting a giant drum echo, but no metal collision was emitted. When the surface of the shield was shot by an arrow, a piece of silver light erupted, and the traces in the arrow cluster were like stones falling into a calm lake, stirring up a series of ripples.

Nobody saw where Amon's shield came from. It was a magically reinforced defensive magic trick, and Amon himself would use magic tricks, greatly enhancing the defensive effect of the shield itself. It is too late for the samurai to shoot a second arrow. All that stops Amon from moving forward is the sea of fire rising in the open.

The reaction of the other magician was obviously not slow, and immediately issued a powerful medium order fire elemental theology, simple and effective, instantly burning Amon!

But Amon was not scorched, the arrow hit the shield, his footsteps only slightly slowed, then his wrist shook, the silver light on the shield extended backwards along the curved shield, forming a light ball wrapped Amon in the middle. He just rushed into the fire, and the surrounding tongue burst onto the mask, making a chirping sound, as if he could burn the mask at any time, the silver light instantly dyed red, and Amon was wrapped in hot heat.

The branches in Amon's hand swung, and the air seemed to have a wave of waves, and an icy blue trace spread in front of it, like a line of waves rushing out of the sea of fire. This is an intermediate-level water elemental theology - ice sealing, which Amon didn't use to attack anyone, but just opened a path for himself in the flames, winking in front of * * *.

When the fire rose, * * * thought Amon was dead, but didn't expect the flame to flash apart. Amon was in front of him, on the shield side of his left hand, and the branches in his right hand swung over.

The priesthood position is hereditary, * * * is the patriarch of the Linton family, inherited the priesthood position of the Temple of Cape Sea, but he himself practiced theology for so many years, and is only a tertiary theologian, and naturally cannot be the main priest like Nero. But the tertiary magician is ready to practise intermediate divinity, and the staff in his hand is very useful, and he has achieved his greatest potential in times of crisis.

* * * The wind and sand rolled up in front of me, instantly raising a harder dirt wall than a stone and crashing towards Amon. Intermediate Earth Elemental Theology - Strong Wall Art, which can be defended at long range, close range or counter-attack, this hand is already quite beautiful.

The shield collided with the dirt wall, sounding like a faint thunderbolt, and Amon's front-running figure was blocked. At this moment * * * saw a little white light, the “branch” in Amon's hand, covering a faint layer of light that did not penetrate the earthwall defense. He couldn't think of any more reaction, and the "branches” swept his neck gently, * * * 's head spinning at a strange angle and drooling.

Nobody thought that Amon would take out a magic shield, or that he was so skilled in his magic as a believer in his hand, not to mention that the inexpensive “branch” in his hand was not only a scepter, but also a weapon in the hands of a samurai! The process is complicated, but it was just a few blinks of kung fu from Amon's sudden rush to * * * being killed on the spot.

* * * The body collapsed and the solid wall collapsed, and the rest of them were shocked. A shocked samurai threw his bow and pulled out his sword. He jumped at Amon like crazy. They were close servants of * * *, and even watched their owner get killed before they could protect him.

Another theologian named Song Fang, a four-level theologian, a close friend of * * *, was asked to help this time, and was said to be able to divide a lot of benefits when it was done. Thought it would be easy to deal with a hunter from the countryside, but didn't think that the mastermind of the matter * * * had died, and his eyes were frightened and he backed away and waved his staff wildly.

Amon's side of the wind blade danced like a myriad of tiny knife cuts, while there was all kinds of light flashing, making Amon feel heavy, slow to react, and the air thickened to block all movements, so that the samurai could split his blade apart. This is a reasonable way for a magician to cooperate in the battle, and this song is clearly very experienced.

If the four samurai set up a battle formation, they might be able to fight with Ammon, but Ammon suddenly rushed to the front of * * *. They threw their bows and swords under shock, and the time to launch the attack in a panic and disorder was inconsistent. Although the interval was short, it was enough for Ammon to react separately.

These men are low-ranking warriors, two third-level warriors and two second-level warriors, * * * who had no idea what Amon was capable of, thought it was already a cow's knife to kill chickens.

Feeling heavier, Ammon's was not too affected, and the surrounding air seemed to become thick, which prevented him from moving, but he didn't move at all. The sword of the first samurai was cut over, and the shield in Amon's hand greeted the past. The heavy shield fell heavily on the tip of the sword and saw a flash of silver shine. The slender sword was broken by the stiffness.

Amon's wrist flipped over the shield and the iron branch extended from the bottom just to the warrior's chest. It just seemed to touch gently, but the flash of the cane tip did not enter the body. The samurai's mouth sprayed with blood and his body twitched and fell. But Amon didn't look at him more, and the scepter waved the sound of the metal clash, and held the long sword struck by another samurai. The edge of the shield swept smoothly, like a huge battle axe cut on the waist of the samurai.

A tragic call sign, the samurai was not cut into two pieces, but his body was folded into a strange shape and he flew out, losing his life when he landed. The other two samurai had just fallen in front of them at this time. The scene was frightening. They had lost the courage to fight Amon in their hearts, but everything happened too quickly. They couldn't do anything else. The sword in their hands still stabbed them left and right.

Amon swept his shield across like a heavy iron door, spraying two long swords in a row, his left hand cane lifted in the air and two wind blades flew out of the neck of two samurai. The wind blade looked like a gentle kiss, and instantly deep wounds appeared on the necks of the two samurai, bleeding out.

The blood rain did not spill on Amon, blocking the shield's light, and the two samurai twitched to the ground, shaking like shrimp suddenly thrown into the oil pan, quickly immobilized.

Another man died faster than the two warriors, and as they fell, Amon suddenly threw the shield out of his hand. Heavy shields spin like a flying disc, striking the backward magician with a sharp wind. This is a precious weapon carried by the divine arts, apparently Amon's defensive reclining on the battle, which no one thought he would suddenly throw out of his hand.

Throw out the shield while Amon pulls a staff and a white light sprinkles away, eliminating the negative effects on his body.

No shield could fly faster. He stood too close and could not return to a safe distance for a short time. He is only a fourth-level magician, and Ammon is much more talented than he is and a fifth-level samurai. In haste, he could only pick the staff in front of him and sacrificed an invisible shield.

The shield encountered an invisible obstruction in the air, emitting a bursting sound somewhere. The song clearly stood there and didn't touch anything, but it looked like it was hit by a big hammer and flew out screaming. After he fell, his legs knelt softly and halfway down and immediately felt his eyebrows warm, the whole world disappeared in front of him.

It turns out that Amon twisted a branch, and the tip of the staff flew out of a flame and was shooting at his singing forehead. The flame left only one burning mark, and the singing corpse appeared intact, but the heat had gone into his head, killing him instantly.

Unfinished drinking a glass of kung fu, * * * and others are dead, and Amon is unharmed! He didn't use the scroll, which was unnecessary, and he didn't want to kill Nero's family with the scroll that Nero left behind. After a gust of wind, the grass in the mountains made a noise of sand, blowing the horns of the corpses, and the bodies of the six people who had just lived were getting colder.

Amon had a sad look in his eyes and sighed softly, as if the wind had swept past the tree's edge. He dressed his shirt and walked over to prepare to pick up the shield, but just took two steps and suddenly settled down, his legs slightly curled, and then slowly stood upright, his face nervous and coarse, like a big enemy, his hair was almost up.

A round of applause came from the wilderness, and someone said in a derisive tone: "Wonderful, wonderful, very eye-opening! Amon, you accepted Nero's gift and you killed the Linton clan chief. Do you still want to run today? Lord Julian's eyesight is brilliant. I knew you had a secret. Turns out you're a magician! Can you tell me how a middle-class samurai can perform middle-class magic? I'm really curious, maybe I can trade this for your life. ”

Looking up, five people came out of the forest, obviously completely different from the six people just now. Ammon actually knows one of them, and the rest of them are familiar. He saw Julian's close companion Vitru in Isis Temple, and when he left the temple that day, he swept a glance at Lord Julian's personal guard outside the temple.

Vitru walked in the middle with a cane, Haven walked in front with a round shield and a knife, two samurai on the left and right with a long sword and a square shield guard, Julian's nephew Schutter with a battle axe behind Vitru, and they stood dozens of steps away. This distance allows a samurai to strike, within the power of a weapon thrown like a dart, or the best distance for a sorcerer to cooperate in an attack.

Amon no longer had the chance to carry out raids like he had just done with * * * and others, and the breath emanating from them was unusually strong, and Amon's power was clearly not his opponent. Vitru looked at him like a cat looking at a rat he was playing with.

The rat was stared at by the cat, what would be the first reaction, I'm afraid no one would have guessed, and Amon drank in a slap across the leather pocket: “Schrödinger, run! ”

Amon is well aware that he is in serious trouble and may no longer be able to protect Schrödinger's safety. In any case, the cat must be allowed to escape first. He stood there with a cane at the cross end of his hand, and a cat suddenly jumped out of his leather pocket and ran to the mouth of the valley, faster than a frightened leopard.

Schrödinger's paws fell on the grass without even making a sound and blinking - it was so sensible, it wasn't vague when he slipped away!

Vitru and others weren't too surprised. They knew that Amon was carrying a cat, and they didn't move there because Amon didn't move, and they wanted to catch people, not cats. Vitru laughed: "Amon, you are so relaxed. At this time, you care about the cat's death. Think about yourself. What did I suggest? ”

Haven also drank: “Please don't move, don't try to pick up that shield, we can always kill you, that shield is better, it doesn't make any difference! … you don't have any more opportunities to escape, from Cape Town State to here, your whereabouts are in our grasp, or consider how to cooperate so that you don't suffer more. ”

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