Amber Sword Chapter 341: Episode 91 The Dead and the King (6) (3rd updat

Chapter 341: Episode 91 The Dead and the King (6) (3rd update, everyone can be moved, if moved, please support it)

“Guiding Arrow!”

Soone behind cried out in shock.

It was the two elental mage sisters who made the sound; they had personally crafted the magic arrows, and only they knew their effects best. These two shining silver arrows possessed the most unique magic radiance among all types of magic arrows—the only possibility was that they were guiding arrows.

But even without them saying, the other rcenaries recognized this point.

However, what did their Lord intend to do with the guiding arrows now? Although guiding arrows were magic arrows, their damage was no different from ordinary crossbow arrows; to put it bluntly, they were not as powerful as the fine steel crossbow bolts shot from the four-ard crossbow.

They were good for nothing except accuracy.

Could it be that the Lord knew so weakness of this monster? This thought flashed through everyone’s mind at this mont. But contrary to their expectations, the two guiding arrows had lodged into the trunks of two tall trees, accompanied by two light twangs, buried deep into the feathers.

“Wait… was it aid wrong?”

Everyone couldn’t help but entertain this odd thought at this mont. If possible, many of them would probably be sweating profusely. From ancient tis, no one had ever heard of soone aiming a guiding arrow wrong; what kind of powerful ability would it take to aim a magically guided arrow wrong?

But now didn’t seem to be the ti to marvel at such powerful ability—

“Wait, what’s that—”

Among the ten or so rcenaries, so sharp-eyed ones finally saw a fine thread connected to the guiding arrows. No, it wasn’t a thread, but a rope.

The two guiding arrows lodged in the trunks of the tall trees had pulled the rope taut between them, at chest height, and at this mont it was less than three ters from the ghost knight speeding through the forest.

Tripwire!

Everyone finally reacted. But there was no ti to marvel at Brand’s ingenious idea because there was another issue: the ghost knight was a spiritual body, and physical restrictions wouldn’t have an effect unless the core was directly struck. Did the Lord not consider this?

Indeed, the ghost knight desperately hoped Brand hadn’t considered this, but contrary to expectations, Brand had killed more ghost knights in his past life than had ever fallen in this world up till now, so he couldn’t possibly forget such common sense rule.

There was a flash of black light on the rope, and the ghost knight with its horse rose high into the air—if it were a physical warhorse and knight, the speed would have easily snapped the thin rope. But the soul power attached to the rope caused the undead no end of suffering.

It felt as if it had struck a steel cable, then it was flung into the air, flying backward.

This was precisely the mont Brand was waiting for; the ghost knight’s dexterity was too high while mounted, making it impossible to aim. But now things were different; no one had ever heard of anyone turning in mid-air before the Enlightennt Elent.

As for feats like stepping on one’s other foot and flipping in mid-air, that was utterly unheard of.

He raised his hand, and the ruby ring Frey had given him glowed faintly in the dark. With a thought, a red laser-like beam shot from the ruby, hitting the ghost knight’s chest mid-air.

“Fla!”

He uttered the activation word, and golden light blossod forth. The light moved along the red beam, steadily accelerating, striking the undead in the blink of an eye before it could land.

At that mont, it seed as if all the starlight around dimd, absorbed into the golden light’s focal point. The surrounding turned intensely dark, and a burst of flas seed to erupt from the center of the darkness. With a roar, the air shot out in all directions like knives.

The air moved so fast that even the sound was misaligned. After a brief mont of utter silence, Brand heard a terrifying roar sweeping across his auditory senses.

At the explosion’s epicenter, all trees within a ten-ter radius were vaporized, the soil crystallized. Further out, leaves turned black and curled as heat waves rolled forth, brushing across everyone’s faces.

Everyone was stunned, and the younger sister of the two wild elves murmured: “Fireball technique, is the Lord also a Silver Level elental mage…”

The older sister, the elental mage, covered her fair forehead with her hand and replied: “A magic item, that’s all.” Yet despite this, the girl’s voice still couldn’t hide her astonishnt. She could hardly believe they had won, and had almost no losses.