Chapter two hundred and forty-eight. Ambush

Through the moonlit window into the middle of the room, Isreal found herself sitting on a bed in the middle of the room, a girl in a moon-white robe, this kind of dress is rarely worn by human girls, and look at the girl's white skin, is this the high priest of the elven clan? Only the girl had her back to herself, and Isreal could not see her face, and was not sure.

"The high priest? I was sent by the elder to save you! " Said Isreal, in a low voice, to the figure sitting on the bed.

As soon as Isriel said this, he saw the girl sitting on the bed suddenly turn around. When she faced Isriel, Isriel suddenly saw that this was not the high priest of the elven race, a wizard of the highest order! Because in her chest, has already emerged a huge hexagram!

Before Isriel could react, she heard the girl shout, "you human rebel! You are willing to be a stooge of the elves! Today I will show you the consequences of betraying the human! Watch my fireball! "

At the sound of the sorceress's voice a great ball of fire roared out through the space between the six-pointed star, and shot at Isreal's face!

But Isreal was ready before she entered the room, not overly relaxed, and though the female wizard fired a fireball so close to her, Isreal managed to dodge it with difficulty.

And the female sorceress shot out of the fire after the window frame after flying out of the villa, in the darkness of the explosion to come...

Still lurking in the courtyard of the villa looking for a cold nebula that had no idea how to get into the villa, watching Isreal climb into the dark room, suddenly heard a shout from the room, the Cold Nebula knew something was wrong.

Then there was a flash of fire, and the cold nebula immediately opened its mouth to the second floor and shouted, "is that a signal from the enemy? " But before the cold Nebula's voice had faded, it saw the flash of fire suddenly rise and shoot out of the window.

"FIREBALL! " Cried Isreal, who was in the middle of the room, getting ready for a fight with the sorceress.

But in the middle of the room, by the light of the fireball, Isreal was able to see clearly the face of the woman standing opposite her.

It was a woman in her thirties, with a typical European witch's face, and though the skin on it had not yet slackened into folds, it still looked menacing.

Isreal is also a woman who has traveled far and wide for many years. The high-ranking women brave people she has seen around her are those sexy and lovely young girls, as well as handsome and tall men, has Really turned ISRIEL's view of the high order warrior upside down.

The situation is critical, and Isreal doesn't want to waste precious time identifying an ugly sorceress, after all, there's only so much time between spells, and if memory serves, a little spell like fireball, the interval seemed to be only a short one, and it would shorten as the mage's strength increased or decreased, so there was not much time left for Isreal!

After dodging the fireball from the sorceress with a quick movement, Isreal stepped aside and kicked the long, white leg against the sorceress's chest.

The sorcerer, who could sit on the bed in his fairy clothes, was obviously expecting to be rescued by the high priest of the fairy family, but what she did not expect was that... The man who came to rescue the high priest of the elven clan was a high-ranking brave person like her, and he was able to escape her attack with great agility... It's really caught her off guard... ...

Although Isreal's dexterity surprised the unusually ugly sorceress, after all, the sorceress was also a high-level warrior, although somewhat unprepared, but looking at the blow to his chest, he immediately entered a state of combat, and dodged Isreal's fierce kick with a backward dodge.

The sorceress recoiled and shouted, "Bolotsis! Help! "

As soon as the sorceress spoke, the door of the hut was kicked open. In the darkness, Isreal heard only a loud thud, and then she felt a strong wind blow in her direction, not by Isreal more than thought, can only rely on instinct again to the side of a slip, in order to avoid this attack of strong wind.

Although she had tried her best to avoid it, Isreal could feel the strong wind against her nose, and for a moment she missed it, she even smelled something musty...

"What is this secret weapon? " Thought Isreal, and when she had fully escaped the attack, she could see it clearly by the faint light of the moon through the window. It was a flying door!

The door was so wide that it struck the window frame and fell with a dull thud, stirring up a cloud of dust in the hut.

From the moment she entered the hut, Isreal felt more and more that the high priest of the so-called elven race had not eloped with the prince to this wretched place, let alone a prince, whether a beggar lives here or not is another matter.

At the same moment Isreal suddenly heard a miserable cry coming from the corridor, and cried out, "Alas! Who are you! " It sounded like the cry of the fat cook they had followed in the day.

"those who don't want to die, GET OUT OF MY WAY! GET OUT OF THIS VILLA! " The roar was the sound of a cold nebula.

Hearing the sound of the Cold Nebula coming from the corridor, Isreal's heart was filled with joy. If she had let herself deal with the sorceress, she would still be sure. But the sorceress called the others, judging from the power of this kick just now, those who rush in are either fighters or Berserkers! These two close combat professions were the biggest headache for Isreal because they were faster than Isreal!

"ISRIEL! DON'T BE AFRAID! I'M COMING TO HELP YOU! " The cry of the Cold Nebula came closer...

Just as the cold Nebula thought, Isreal was in real danger at the moment, having just evaded the falling door, Isreal saw in the darkness a ray of cold coming toward him, although Isreal's agility is good now, she still can't dodge and dodge attacks in such a short time, in desperation, Isreal had to keep the hands of the hammer used to save the Arrow shot at the cold Ray in the past!

There was a small window in the little dark room, which allowed the cold moonlight to shine in from the outside, or else Isreal would have to fight by ear.

Looking at the sharp blow that struck her at such a rapid pace, Isreal, unable to dodge it, shot the heavy hammer and Arrow that had been slung over the rune bow.

There was a loud "clang" , and the sparks were particularly visible in the dark room, and it was beyond her wildest imagination that the Arrow which she had fired in her haste should have been struck directly by her opponent with a weapon, it must be a Berserker to have such speed and power.

"Not bad! The little girl has two skills, unexpectedly can withstand my Bolotsis thunderclap... Say, your name, you are entitled to Die In my ax! " In the darkness came a low growl, with this insolence a large shadow crept slowly from the shadows to the window, and it was only then that Isreal saw the face of the Bolotsis he had been dealing with.

I have to say with sincere admiration that the two high-ranking brave men that Isreal met tonight must be the best of the high-ranking brave men. Not to mention the witch-shaped sorceress, this powerful man, was a big bald man with a broad face and a long knife scar across the bridge of his nose, if he had not been holding a heavy one-handed axe in his hand, isreal really thought this fellow was a rogue from somewhere.

While isriel studied the physiognomy of Bolotsis, and the sorceress behind him said, "Bolotsis, cut the crap! We'll get a lot of money for killing this traitor WHO's buying and selling for the elves! Let's do it! "

Said the sorceress, raising her hand again, in front of her drawing a more huge hexagram, the mouth of the muttering.

By the look of the sorceress, Isriel knew that the creature was about to use more powerful magic. If she let the magic out so easily, in such a small room, even if their own dexterity, there is no escape, the first thing is to break her magic.

Isreal, gritting her teeth and going as fast as she could, tried to dodge Borosius and rush to the sorceress's side as fast as she could to break her spell.

Looking at Isriel trying to get around himself to attack the sorceress behind him, Bolotsis smiled scornfully and said, "you want to get around me? How could you think of it... little girl... Your Life... is over! Death by storm! "

With a thunderous bellow, Brocius'hand, which gripped his one-handed axe, suddenly flashed a red light, and the room was instantly illuminated in red.

In a flash of red light, BOLOTSIS's hand speed suddenly increased several times. The time it took to swing a one-handed axe can now be swung five or six times, iSRIEL's body in front of the moment appeared a light and shadows of the axe wall blocked Ling Feng's way.

Seeing the axe wall in front of him blocking his way, the magician not far away was about to finish painting the huge hexagram, isriel, who had felt that heaven had no way in or out, was at a loss for what to do when he heard the sound of a cold nebula coming from outside the door of the hut.

"JUMP OUT THE WINDOW OF THIS HUT! I'll take it from here! Quick! "