Witch Monastery

Whoosh whoosh—

This time, Hawthorne had some experience, and he immediately recited the short spell: "Shield!"

Shield magic!

This is an instant, extremely powerful magic shield that can greatly reduce the physical damage suffered by the caster at any time!

The only drawback is that it only lasts for six seconds, so you must react quickly and make accurate judgments, otherwise, two mana points will be wasted.

Just like him now, the gangsters' crossbow arrows all hit him, and none of them hit him, so after six seconds, the shield on his body dissipated, and two mana points were wasted in vain.

Forget it, two points of mana in exchange for peace of mind.

There was a bend ahead. Just as he was about to run over, he saw a bright fire behind the corner. There were actually six or seven gangsters here!

These guys are everywhere!

There was no other way, but now he couldn't run even a step. Panting, he looked around and saw a half-collapsed wooden house at the corner that had been uninhabited for a long time.

He then used up his last bit of strength to rush into the house, using it as a shelter, panting heavily.

Seeing that he actually hid himself, the courage of the thugs outside increased even more.

The people in the front row held torches in one hand and drew their scimitars in the other. They walked carefully toward the door while shouting and cursing, "You bastard, come out if you have the guts!"

"You can't run away. If you beg for mercy now, I can still spare your life!"

"Come out, I promise, I won't hurt you if you hand over your things!"

……

Inside the wooden house, Hawthorne listened to the angry curses outside, and his anger grew higher and higher.

I let the witch hunt you down, that's fine, but you guys, don't you consider your own abilities and come to mess with me?!

Very good, since you are asking for death, you can’t blame me!

Enduring the dust around him and the faint smell of rotting wood, he silently chanted spells, sword protection, and fake life.

The two protective spells were then cast on his body again.

He originally wanted to wear the Armor of Agassis as well, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up.

Compared to the false life, the protection provided by the Armor of Agathys is extremely weak and can be easily penetrated by powerful crossbow arrows.

Moreover, this spell can only trigger a powerful freezing counterattack when facing close combat. It is a bit of a waste when facing ranged combat.

Okay, now that I have filled up my protective spells, what's next?

The alley was narrow to begin with, and the other side was crowded with people, so Hawthorne silently chanted a spell, then suddenly turned over and raised his hand -

hum-

A circular magic halo appeared on his hand, and then a beam of intense energy radiated out from it, heading straight for the thugs who were chasing him!

boom--!

Suddenly, an unlucky guy in the back row was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by the energy. He flew backwards with a sunken sternum. When he fell to the ground, he began to vomit blood. It was obvious that his lungs were injured and he might lose his life!

Magical energy explosion, a practical single-target killing trick. Moreover, Hawthorne's current charm attribute is the highest value of 20 points for mortals, so its actual power is higher than that of an ordinary heavy crossbow!

This immediately caused the remaining gangsters to panic:

"what happened?"

"What hit him? Was it a rock?"

"I didn't see it, it seems like, damn, that guy is really strong!"

They only had two torches, and this was a corner, so they couldn't illuminate much of the place. The ground was full of shadows, and the slum was littered with rubble, so they naturally couldn't see clearly at first.

"Could it be a spell?" A thug suddenly screamed, "I heard that a few days ago, a group of people were beaten up by a wizard!"

The story of the bald man being beaten up by a white-haired young wizard had already spread throughout Nangang District. So now, when they met a white-haired wizard again, they naturally connected the two events together!

With this shout, panic spread among the crowd. Hawthorne took the opportunity to use his magic energy explosion again, sending a beam of energy towards them.

boom!

Unfortunately, the shot missed and the gangsters were unharmed.

"What nonsense! If he was a wizard, he wouldn't have to hide in the house!" another thug growled, "He just has stronger hands and is just playing tricks. Don't be afraid. Charlie and the others are right across the street. We can trap him from both sides!"

"He is alone and cannot escape from our grasp!"

The gangsters in the slums have generally never seen a real wizard, so the rumors about his abilities are naturally bizarre.

Even the battle that took place in the "Fog Fisherman" tavern that day was distorted to a great extent. These people thought that Hawthorne had only cast a spell that day to seriously injure the bald strong man and others, so when they saw this scene, they just thought that the other party was a warrior who was very good at throwing stones!

They all crouched down, which really made it very difficult for Hawthorne to attack. None of his remaining magic energy blasts hit the target, and on the other side of the intersection, noisy footsteps approached, and the enemy's large army was already in sight!

Hearing the other side's loud shouts and surrounding him from both sides, Hawthorne stuck his head out and saw that there were about seven or eight people coming to support him, also holding torches, knives and crossbows, with a murderous look on their faces.

Immediately, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, mana cannot be saved.

Forget it, just use it here!

With this thought in mind, he then silently chanted a spell.

Sleeping technique.

Chapter 39 Infinite Mana?

This is a large-scale control spell. Anyone with weak willpower will instantly fall into a deep sleep due to the influence of the spell.

And now, it was almost midnight. Even though these thugs from the Shannasa Guild were nervous and excited, the fatigue from the long chase and the lethargy brought by their biological clocks had already accumulated in their bodies.

Therefore, Hawthorne's magic became the last barbell that broke the camel's back.

bang bang bang-

Almost instantly, at the other end of the corner, the gangsters who came to support fell to the ground with a crackling sound before they could even fire a single arrow.

Their weapons, torches and everything else fell to the ground, but they didn't care about that at the moment. They just wanted to fall to the ground and have a good sleep.

OK, great, solved it!

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, but the thugs on the other side were also close at hand. When he showed his head, several crossbow arrows flew towards his back!

Bang bang——!

After all, this time, the distance was already very close. The crossbowmen shot very accurately, but unfortunately, the power of the first arrow was blocked by the "Blade Protection" mark, and the second arrow was weakened by a layer of power by the mage armor, and then fell to the ground without even causing any pain.

During this time, he cast a false life on himself in advance. This protective first-level spell was enough to allow him to ignore the damage of the arrow.

Seeing their companion's crossbow arrows being deflected, the gangsters who rushed forward with knives became nervous and stopped in their tracks: "This kid has magic, Charlie, you guys should shoot him too!"

"Something's wrong, why didn't Charlie's people come over?"

"Wait...Charlie over there--"

After turning the corner,

When the gangsters saw the people lying on the ground, their hair stood on end with fear, and they screamed, "They're all dead!"

This sound instantly broke all their courage, making them feel a chill rushing to the top of their heads, and then all the hairs on their bodies stood up!

Six or seven people, all died suddenly and without a sound?!

He is a mage? !

wrong!

He is the devil!

The people here were almost frightened, and taking advantage of this rare gap in time, Hawthorne threw the magic book in his hand directly to the ground, and then skillfully took out another magic book "Introduction to Measurement and Calculation" from his backpack.

He had practiced this many times in the monastery, and he was already very familiar with changing magic books. And the book contained another powerful offensive spell, Burning Hands!

It can spray out flames in a fan-shaped area with an angle of sixty degrees and a radius of six meters, instantly igniting all combustible materials!

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Hawthorne turned around and stretched out his right hand. Without any spell, a blazing flame gushed out from his palm.

call--!

The alley was not wide to begin with, so except for an extremely careful crossbowman at the back who was standing very far away, the raging fire almost engulfed all of them!

In an instant, the clothes and hair of these gangsters were all set on fire. The burning pain made them let out a series of piercing screams: "Ah——!"

The fear completely crushed their morale. Immediately, these people no longer cared about anything and turned around and ran away in panic, with flames burning in their eyes!

The only lucky crossbowman at the back, seeing his comrades running away, suddenly lost any desire to fight. He threw away the crossbow in his hand and turned around and ran away as well!

At this point, the battle is over.

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and did not chase after the gangsters who would at least be severely burned if not killed. He held onto the wooden boards of the house, gasping for breath.

Well, it’s time to go. I don’t know when Jutta will catch up with me again…

He walked out, holding on to the wall, passing by a group of people who were soundly sleeping. He lowered his head and judged their identities.

When he saw a familiar eye-shaped tattoo, his eyebrows raised.

Hmm... another member of the Shannasa Guild?

Hiss, it’s true that we meet again.

Forget it. These guys are just minions in the game anyway. There are so many good things in the Eye Demon's lair, they will be taken down sooner or later, so there is nothing wrong with starting a conflict now.

He was no longer interested in this group of people and took another step forward, but then his body suddenly stopped and his brows frowned.

No, what about Jutta?

He turned around and was shocked to find that there was no trace of Yuta behind him!

She doesn't chase anymore?

still is……

She regarded these thugs from the Shannasa Guild as new prey, and became murderous, so she just went after others?

Hiss... So, I am safe for the time being?

But... we can't just leave Yuta alone...

An out-of-control witch could cause enormous damage. This could be judged from the fact that she had just killed seven or eight thugs and chopped off their heads in an instant.

Even if this is a slum and an unmanaged area, the death of too many people at once would be a major event that would shock the entire Port of Liberl and would attract the attention of major churches, the Black Rod Tower, and even the city lord!

By then, the fact that there are so many witches hiding in the monastery will definitely be exposed, and I am afraid I will not be able to escape the connection!

You know, the monastery is my home. Without it, my cheats are useless. In this world full of monsters and demons, how can I, an ordinary human with such a weak body, survive!

Therefore, I really need to keep up with Uta’s affairs.

What's more, we were already halfway through purifying her, there was no reason to give up now.

only……

A shield spell, a false life spell, and a sleep spell, three first-level spells, six mana points, and by now, his mana has just been exhausted.

Within an hour, not only did he not have any fighting power, he couldn't even take a "long stride" shot of himself.

I am in this state and can't even catch up with Yuta. How can I conquer her?

And wait another hour for your mana to be restored?

Who knows what will happen one day, and by then, Jutta will have already run off to nowhere.

He had no fighting power and could not wait. Considering his current condition, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel depressed.

Could it be that now, I can only stay here and wait, and there is nothing I can do?

Unwilling to give up, he then called up his own system, hoping to find some way to break the impasse.

However, when the attribute panel was called up, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Current mana: 3/6.

Immediately, his mood was filled with shock!

how come? !

I clearly cast three spells, and a first-level spell consumes two mana points. I have already tested this myself, so how come I still have three points left?!