Damn it!

How did these two guys get together?!

Without thinking too much, Horn quickly took out the wand from the dimension bag, his thoughts were as lightning.

escape?

Can't escape!

If you escape this time, these ruffians who bully the weak and fear the strong will keep staring at them.

The lightning wand gave him confidence, but he was a little worried that the lightning chain was too powerful and would directly kill the gangster, which would be a little troublesome if it caused a life.

On the other hand, the strong man named Balas gritted his teeth and walked quickly towards Horn. The shaking sharp blade in his hand reflected the dazzling sunlight, and many gangsters also surrounded him.

"Stop it all!" Horn triggered the lightning shield in his wand, and a ball of lightning as the size of a basketball appeared out of thin air, constantly spinning around Horn as the center. The jumping silver lightning arc made the scalp numb.

"magic?!"

Seeing this scene, the originally aggressive gangsters hurriedly retreated.

The same is true for the leading strong man. Two days ago, he saw three refugees lying on the road with their crotch coverings. He found it interesting and went up to ask why. After learning the reason, he laughed and left.

As a result, he himself encountered the routine of flashing and twitching his vagina that night, but because he was drunk and it was too dark, he did not see the appearance of the murderer clearly and could not find a partner even if he wanted to take revenge. After he returned, he became more and more angry.

After careful thinking, Balas judged that the murderer was the same person, and that the other party was a wandering mage apprentice who only knew how to trick. If he was a formal spellcaster, he would not have to use hand-to-hand combat to deal with himself.

After thinking that the enemy was someone he could afford, he specially found three refugees and took them as his subordinates, and ordered them to find the murderer. Today, he finally caught the boy.

But the enemy used the first-level magic - the Lightning Shield, which was like rushing to catch a sheep in an interest, but found that it was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Balas was shocked and angry, and retreated repeatedly, but if he just ran back in shame, how could he establish his prestige in front of his younger brother? He roared fiercely and timidly.

"Go! Brothers! There are so many of us! Don't be afraid!"

He stopped and ordered his men to charge, but no one was fool, and no one wanted to be the first to be the one who stood up.

"Who is the first to join! I will promote him as the leader!"

There must be brave men under the heavy reward. Several gangsters can see each other in each other, obviously a little moved.

"Come here if you are not afraid of death!" Horn pointed his wand at the gangsters.

The little bit of courage that the gangsters finally gathered in their hearts suddenly disappeared. Even formal professionals did not dare to provoke a mage who was ignorant of their depth, let alone ordinary people.

"Go! You guys!" Balas cursed the incompetent little brother, grabbed the new subordinate beside him and pushed him towards Horn.

The refugee staggered forward and ran two steps, cursing the bastard in his heart. He didn't dare to let others die. He turned around and wanted to escape, but was pointed at his nose by a blade with a cold light.

"Go up! Otherwise I'll chop you!"

He was stronger than others, and he was reluctant to charge at Horn. His slow posture made Balas want to throw it away with a knife.

"rush!"

Some people were leading the way, and with Balas' usual power, the gangsters moved, but they were still worried and did not dare to rush too quickly.

Horn stared at the refugees in front. He knew that he had to defeat the refugees in a crushing manner to intimidate everyone, otherwise the gangsters would rush forward and he would have to take the risk of using the lightning chain.

He held a stone in his hand and recited the spell in his mouth quickly.

Projectile!

The pointed stones specially selected shot towards the refugees' thighs with a whirring sound of breaking through the air.

"ah!"

The refugee fell to the ground screaming. He covered his injured thighs, and blood flowed out from his fingers. The gangsters retreated faster than when they came.

Horn stared at the leading Barras: "Next time, I won't show mercy."

Balas looked at the blood on the legs of his new subordinate with unwillingness, and then looked at the timid little brother beside him, knowing that this was impossible to get it.

"You wait! This matter is not over!"

After putting down a harsh word, Balas ran away with his younger brothers, but he was quite conscientious and ordered the other two refugees to take away their injured companions.

Horn's eyes were gloomy and he gritted his teeth and turned toward the commercial street.

Having troubled a gangster with dozens of people, the Lightning Wand can no longer guarantee his safety. He wants to go to the Adventurers Guild to buy something to defend himself.

He came to the counter selling magic scrolls and scanned the label in front of the scrolls.

Secondary Fireball Technique, priced at eight gold coins.

Cat's Elegance, priced at seven gold coins.

Protective arrows, priced at eight gold coins.

...

There are many types of magic scrolls, but they are all primary magic. As for magic scrolls above the middle level, they are not something e-level adventurers can buy.

Horn purchased five secondary fireball reels. The secondary fireball is powerful and thrown out like a grenade, suitable for dealing with large groups of enemies.

I bought two scrolls, such as protective arrows and Ice Shield. The protective arrows can form a magic power field around the caster and lead the shot arrows to the wrong way. The Ice Shield can fill the gaps in protective arrows and block the attacks of close-range swords.

He also bought a sole oiling scroll and a human fixed-fitting scroll, the former used to accelerate escape, while the latter can hold a tough enemy.

After thinking about it, Horn bought another bottle of primary healing potion and a reel bag.

Hanging a full bag of scrolls around your waist, the human-shaped arsenal felt much safer.

This is a sense of security obtained by money. This time, I spent nearly a hundred gold coins in total.

Unlike magic wands, these things are disposable consumables and will fail over time. This is something that only rich people can afford to play with.

But compared to one's own life, this amount of money seems insignificant.

Horn embarked on his way home.

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In a courtyard in the civilian area, Balas stood in front of the boss of the Grey Squirrel, Phylloss, in front of the Grey Squirrel's boss, in a courtyard of the civilian area. There were also senior executives of the Grey Squirrel and some gang members standing around.

"Boss! That kid is so arrogant! He injured our brother in front of me!" Balas pointed at the injured refugee, blushing with excitement, as if he wanted to go and fight to the enemy immediately.

But those who are familiar with Balas know what kind of virtue he is. Balas is nicknamed Balas, and it is useless except drinking and playing shows to win over people's hearts. If he had not been required to accompany him to drink when winning over the town officials, he would never have become the senior executive of the Grey Squirrel Gang.

Phylloss Grey looked at the refugee who had not yet treated the wound: "This brother is the first time I've seen him."

"I just recruited it two days ago," Balas Bowl smiled flatteringly, and gradually his smile was a little stiff, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I remember I never said I wanted to recruit people," Phylus Grey Squirrel raised his mouth, revealing two front teeth. He stared at his subordinate who was sweating profusely: "Balas! Are you living too comfortable and dare to disobey my orders!"

"Boss! I was wrong!" Varas plopped and knelt on the ground.

"Nine Fingers! Give him thirty whips to increase his memory!"

"yes!"

A man walked out of the crowd around him. He took off the whip from his waist with his right hand that was missing a little finger and walked towards Balas: "Haha! Brother of wine barrels! Don't blame me!"

As he said that, the whip whipped hard on Balas, and Balas screamed like a pig.

Phylloss Grey Squirrel glanced at the trembling refugee trio: "Top it out."

The three of them were dragged out, and the Grey Squirrels looked at the boss in the field in awe.

He is Phylus Grey Squirrel, the local emperor of the civilian area of ​​Deer Antler Town. He has always maintained his authority by relying on violence and fear.

Phylloss Grey Pinched his chin and thought.
Chapter completed!