Wizard Earl

Chapter 685 Fierce Battle (2)

After all, the Castia Staff has a finite amount of energy, not an infinite one. If Connor had used the Castia Staff to counterattack when the situation was unfavorable, he might have been able to slightly change his previously suppressed situation. However, now that the energy has been depleted, he might not be able to withstand Old Victor's current outburst.

After thinking for a few seconds, Connor turned his gaze to Martina beside him. After his fight with old Victor, Connor was well aware that he could only protect himself. To kill old Victor, he needed help. However, because he was afraid that Martina would escape by sea before coming to the fishing village of Alavés, Connor had left in a hurry and had no time to contact Margaret. He had to come alone.

While this allowed Connor to stop Martina from escaping, it also left him without reinforcements. With Margaret gone, perhaps Connor's only hope now lies with the severely injured Martina!

Seeing Connor looking at her, Martina wasn't stupid and naturally understood the meaning behind Connor's gaze. She shook her head very firmly, indicating that Connor, who was currently seriously injured, did not have the ability to help him fight against old Victor.

"You see the situation now. I'll give you three seconds to prepare. Use your green longbow to shoot old Victor with all your might when I need to. Of course, if you refuse, Martina, I won't force you. But if that happens, I'll have to break out alone. You'd better watch yourself!" Connor said calmly.

Upon hearing Connor's words, Martina immediately became anxious and stressed her last remaining value to him, saying, "Connor, don't you want to know what methods Reyes is using against you with the Abyss Arcane Arts? Don't you know that it won't be long before you die at Reyes's hands? And don't forget the oath you just swore to the Eye of Arbitration?"

Martina's threat elicited a cold smile from Connor. His voice remained calm as he said, "Of course I want to know what tricks my mentor used on me with the Abyss Arcane Arts, but will you tell me now? I have someone who can't handle old Victor. If I don't leave now, my mana will be depleted, and I won't be able to leave later. Wouldn't that mean I'd be going to die with you, Martina? As for the oath of the Eye of Arbitration, I only said I wouldn't harm you, not that I would protect you!"

Connor's words left Martina speechless for a moment. She glared at Connor fiercely, but didn't know what to say.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you going to make a move or not? If you don't, I'm leaving right now!" Connor said solemnly, looking at the pale-faced Martina. As he spoke, a faint black light shone from the black magic robe on Connor's body, and he gripped the Castiel Staff tightly in one hand, looking as if he was about to put away the Castiel Barrier and run away!

"One arrow! Just one arrow!"

Seeing that Connor was serious, and in order to save her own life, Martina had no choice but to steel herself and agree to Connor's request, saying in a low voice:

"Very good! In five seconds, I will release another mental attack on Old Victor. This time, Old Victor will feel briefly dizzy. Take this opportunity to immediately shoot a cold arrow at Old Victor's vital point between the eyebrows. You only have one chance, don't disappoint me!" Connor squinted at Old Victor outside the barrier, while also whispering instructions to Martina:

As Connor gave his instructions, under Old Victor's manipulation, five golden beams of light gradually compressed the Castilian barrier into an extremely small area. If this trend continued, the countdown to Connor's Castilian barrier being breached by the golden beams of light had already begun.

Seeing this, Connor took a deep breath, his expression immediately becoming serious. The silver pendant in his hand suddenly burst forth with its most dazzling light. Then, Connor unleashed his full mental power, releasing what could be described as the most terrifying mental attack below the level of a formal wizard, towards old Victor.

The mental attack had barely been launched, and before it even reached old Victor, Connor's face paled instantly. The mental energy required to unleash the attack was too great, and Connor dared not delay. He immediately took out a potion from his spatial ring and began to recover.

The mental attack was extremely fast and came without any warning. Although old Victor was on guard and had the black stone ring on his thumb for protection, he was still hit squarely by Connor's desperate gamble. A look of pain appeared on his aged face, and even the five golden beams of light he was manipulating paused briefly.

However, at that moment, Martina realized her chance and solemnly took out the top-tier second-order attack magic item from her spatial ring—the Cain Magic Bow, which was personally crafted by Instructor Reyes Connor from the Royal School!

Although Martina reluctantly agreed to help under pressure from Connor, she was no fool. Despite her reluctance, she was well aware that this was the best opportunity for her and Connor to deal with old Victor. If this attack failed, there would be no other chance.

Picking up the Kahn Magic Bow, Martina, as Connor instructed, aimed at old Victor's forehead, drew the bow, and shot out a green arrow that tore through the air and hurtled towards old Victor's brow!

Under the watchful eyes of Connor and Martina, the green arrow flashed and reached old Victor's face. However, just as Connor and Martina were praying that the arrow would hit old Victor's forehead and kill him in one blow, a scene that greatly disappointed them appeared. The green arrow passed through the golden light protecting old Victor's body, and the moment it made contact with old Victor's skin, it was grabbed by old Victor's left hand, who was enduring a headache, and could not move forward even an inch!

"clang!"

Old Victor hurled the green-glowing arrow he was holding to the ground. Although he had managed to catch it and avoid being shot by Martina, Martina's all-out attack had still wounded him. A small but noticeable "third eye" appeared between his eyebrows, and his blood flowed down it. Against the backdrop of the crimson blood, Old Victor's aged face looked even more terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

(End of this chapter)