The spellcaster is as powerful as a demon

After leaving the manor of the chairman of the Guild of Mercenaries, Liang Lidong walked on the street. Recently, because of the conflict between the Church of Light and the Church of Life, many civilians were affected. Now, everybody in Winterwind was in danger. Few people dared to go on the street even in broad daylight, so the traffic was much lower.

Liang Lidong was wearing a red magic robe. Almost all the pedestrians avoided him, fearing that they would get into trouble. It was human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Although no one wanted to get into trouble, sometimes, trouble would come knocking on their door.

Walking on the street, Liang Lidong saw at least five Rogues lurking in the shadows at the corner of the street, observing him.

Generally speaking, it was impossible for a Rogue to be discovered when he was hiding in the shadows, unless a Mage used a detection spell such as the Dust of Light. But the Rogues were not fools. As long as they noticed that a Mage was about to use a detection spell, they would jump behind the obstacle, and it would still be difficult to discover them.

But Liang Lidong was different. With the special vision bonus from the Cloud Dragon Blue Eyes, he could see further and see through other people's concealment abilities.

One of the Rogues had already taken out his crossbow and was aiming at Liang Lidong.

Seeing that, it would be strange if Liang Lidong didn't understand what was going on.

When fighting with the enemy, it was important to seize the enemy's initiative. Just as the Rogue was aiming, Liang Lidong grabbed a gold coin from his Space Backpack and directly fired the most powerful 'Coin Bombardment' at him.

The Rogue was aiming happily. He opened his eyes and was about to shoot, but he saw a golden beam of light coming directly at him. Although the Rogue's coordination value growth was very high and his reaction speed was very fast, the ballistic speed of the coin's bombardment was also extremely fast. The moment he noticed the danger, he was hit by the Coin Bombardment.

The Coin Bombardment was not very powerful, but as Liang Lidong leveled up, its power would increase steadily. The enemy was a Rogue who was not physically strong and was not as resistant to magic as a Spellcaster. It was directly smashed into pieces by the beam of light and split into pieces.

After the successful strike, Liang Lidong directly patted a 'Defend against long-range physical attacks' scroll on his body.

As soon as the silver magic shield appeared on his body, four flying daggers flew at him from four different directions. They were very fast and hit the magic shield. Then, they bounced off.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liang Lidong quickly retreated, but after the four Rogues failed to attack. He disappeared.

If his attack missed, he would flee a hundred miles away. A very professional assassin! Liang Lidong sighed. At the same time, he used the special vision brought by the Cloud Dragon bloodline to reconfirm that there were no Rogues ambushing around. He then asked Joan Of Arc to track one of the four Rogues.

After the Rogue attacked, they would appear from the shadows. If they wanted to enter the shadows again, it would take a certain amount of time. This was one of the laws of the Shadow God. Every skill or ability had a weakness, and this was the weakness of the concealment ability.

Joan Of Arc had been tracking a certain Rogue in the air. She watched him turn left and right in the city, watched him change his attire, and finally watched him run out of the city, join the other three Rogues, and enter a small forest that completely obscured the view of the sky.

Liang Lidong chased after it and saw a dense forest ahead. He stopped in his tracks.

Don't enter the forest. This was an old saying left behind thousands of years ago. However, the world of magic was very different from the traditional world of Earth. If it were an ordinary profession, they would have to consider the danger of entering the forest in such a situation, but Liang Lidong didn't need to. He just flicked his fingers, and a thick white mist emanated from his body and then spread out around like a blanket.

With the pervasive detection ability of Mist Rider, Liang Lidong could naturally walk forward with peace of mind. Now that he was a Level-10 Master, the effective radius of Mist Rider had reached an astonishing 600 meters, and with the specialty of Light of Wisdom, which increased the effect of all spells by 10%, the effective radius of Mist Rider was now 660 meters.

660 meters, which was completely beyond the effective detection range of a normal person. In other words, when Liang Lidong cast Mist Rider from 660 meters away, the average non-ranged profession wouldn't have much vigilance.

Liang Lidong waited for Mist Rider to completely disperse in the forest before he slowly walked in.

There were many dangers in the forest outside the city, such as wild beasts, poisonous insects, and so on, which could easily kill an adult, so except for hunters and professionals, few people came to the forest.

The forest was piled up with a thick layer of leaves, and the bottom had rotted into mud, giving off a not too unpleasant earthy smell.

Walking on such leaves would make a rustling sound, but because Mist Rider came with the specialty of Silent Movement, these sounds were all absorbed by the thick fog. From another perspective, from an outsider's point of view, Liang Lidong was like a ghost walking in the thick fog, erratic and silent.

As the thick fog spread in the forest, Liang Lidong moved forward slowly, and after about ten minutes, Liang Lidong "found" four Rogues more than four hundred meters ahead. Judging from the hint given by Mist Rider, the four of them were gathered together.

Liang Lidong sneered in his heart and walked toward that place.

At the same time, the four Rogues were gathered in a small wooden house. This wooden house was hidden in a large tree. It was a true treehouse, with extremely dense foliage and extremely difficult to find.

The four of them gathered in the small wooden house and sat facing each other around a simple table in the middle. Everyone's expression was extremely unpleasant.

The eagle-eyed man sitting in the north said, "Our intelligence was wrong. The enemy either has special vision or a special sense of smell. I'm more inclined to the former. The Guild is sending us to our deaths by giving us such a mission."

The donkey-faced man sitting in the south said resentfully, "Amulo died a horrible death. Not even his body was left behind. Is that guy really a Master Spellcaster? That level of magic, and instant cast at that level, is definitely a Master Spellcaster. "

The skinny man from the west chuckled and said, "If Amulo didn't die, it would be one of us who died. In any case, I'm going to quit this mission. Only an idiot would fight a Master Spellcaster who can see through Stealth. "

The man sitting in the east said slowly, "Amulo died a worthy death. At least we know how strong the enemy is. I agree to give up this mission. I also want to hold the Guild responsible. The informant gave us a completely false intelligence report and killed Amulo. "

The man sitting in the north nodded and said, "I agree to give up this mission as well. It's best if we all leave this city."

The donkey-faced man shouted unwillingly, "Is Amulo going to die for nothing? The five of us swore before the mission that we would advance and retreat together. "

The other three did not speak. After a while, the man sitting in the north said, "We also want to avenge him, but the problem is that the enemy is very strong. After our assassination failed, he will be even more vigilant. In contrast, we are the ones in danger now. Master Spellcasters have many strange skills, and the things they can do are very exaggerated … Why is there so much fog?"

The thick fog leaked in through the window. Soon, the treehouse became dark.

"It's normal for the forest to be foggy." The man sitting in the west took out a flint and lit the oil lamp on the table. Because of the lamp, the treehouse was much brighter.

Since the fog did not have any magic waves, no one suspected anything was wrong.

The man in the north continued, "We will take revenge for Amulo, but not now. The Shadow God said that revenge is to die later than the enemy. As long as the enemy dies earlier than you, you can take revenge. "

It had to be said that the donkey-faced man in the south was comforted. His indignant expression faded a little.

"Now, let's confirm the division of labor. Damon will go buy some daily necessities. Camus will go find out the Wizard's recent movements. If he shows signs of following us, we'll run. If not …"

At this point, the man suddenly stopped talking. He looked at the lamp on the table and his expression became more serious.

"What's wrong?" someone asked him.

"Don't you feel that the fog is getting thicker?" The man looked at the oil lamp on the table. Under the influence of the fog, the light of the oil lamp seemed to be dimming.

"It's probably your imagination."

"Something's wrong. Let's go!"

The four of them were all battle-hardened veterans. As soon as they finished speaking, the four of them broke through the thatched roof almost at the same time, trying to escape in four different directions. However, as soon as they rushed out, a golden beam of light directly hit one of them. In an instant, that person was torn into several pieces by the tremendous attack power.

Seeing this, the other three were so frightened that they used all their strength to escape. However, they had only run a few steps when they realized that they were much slower. Moreover, the surrounding scenery was covered by the thick fog. They did not dare to run at full speed.

After running a few more steps, they realized that they had lost contact with their companions. There was not a single sound around them. It was eerily quiet.

However, they did not dare to think too much about it. The golden pillar of light told them that the Wizard had come for revenge.

The man sitting in the northern seat was called Shaya. Now, he regretted accepting a mission to deal with Spell Casters. He knew that Spell Casters were all ridiculously strange, but he was still blinded by the huge bounty.

He ran through the forest. Now, he sincerely hoped that the Wizard had gone to find his companions and not him. Although the four of them could usually take care of each other, at this critical moment, their lives were still the most important.

Just as he was thinking this, he felt a sharp pain coming from his right shoulder. He turned his head and saw that an ice spike had pierced his shoulder.

"Stop, I have something to ask you. Otherwise … die!"

The voice rang in his ears like the whispers of a demon.