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蛛后之战(被遗忘的国度系列英文版)-第80章

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ward with his dirk in hand but never got a chance to use it。 The rogues all died before he could advance into range。
Pharaun took stock of himself and decided he didn't have any venom in his system; but Ryld groaned; made a face; and clutched at his temple。
〃What is it?〃 the wizard asked。
It seemed likely that one of the enemy had scored; but he didn't see any blood slipping between his friend's fingers; and head wounds bled copiously。
〃A throbbing headache;〃 said the swordsman。 〃Left over from Houndaer and Syrzan; I suppose; made worse when my heart started beating harder。 I'm all right now。〃
〃I rejoice to hear it。〃 Pharaun turned; right into a second volley of quarrels。
He had no time to raise his cloak; dodge; or do anything else but gawk at the second band of renegades who'd crept up from the other direction。 Miraculously; every shaft missed。
One of the newers shouted; 〃They're here〃
The guards charged; and Pharaun brandished a bit of spiderweb; the one spell focus he'd had no difficulty replacing。 A mesh of taut; luminous cables appeared around the onrushing renegades。 Anchored to the wall; the cables were as strong as rope and as sticky as glue。 They snared and held the rogues。
All but the two in front。 Either they'd been nimble enough to jump clear before the effect fully materialized; or their innate dark elf resistance to magic had protected them。
Undeterred by the loss of their rades; the warriors drove onward into sword range。 The one who focused on Pharaun had a birthmark staining his left profile。
Pharaun shot。 The shaft hit the male square in the chest but glanced off his mail。 The ugly male swung his sword in a flank cut。 Pharaun twisted aside and menced an incantation。
He had to dodge two more attacks before he finished。 Shafts of light sprang from his fingertips。
Only one such spell left; he thought; and only one more chance to conjure a trap of webbing; too。
The missiles passed through the renegade's mail and sent him reeling backward。 Wounded but still alive; the rogue gave his head a shake。 Pharaun yanked his new dirk out of his belt and flung himself at the guard。 The wizard rammed his point up under the ugly male's chin before the latter had quite recovered his wits。
Pharaun turned。 Feinting low and striking high; Ryld whipped his broadsword through his opponent's neck。 The renegade fell; his severed head tumbling away。 For a moment; Pharaun felt a touch of relief; then he noticed his friend's grimace and the blood on his thigh; and heard the calls of other pursuers drawing near。
〃It sounds as if all the rogues are hunting us;〃 the wizard said。 〃What a gracious pliment。〃
〃They heard the fight;〃 Ryld replied。 〃They have some idea where we are; and thanks to you; this passage has bee a culdesac。 We have to move—now。〃
〃Perhaps you would have preferred me to let the rest of our attackers swarm all over us。〃
〃Just move。〃
They did; with the prisoners in the web shouting imprecations after them。 Pharaun soon discerned that Ryld was making an effort not to limp nor show any sort of distress but couldn't mask his pain pletely。
The wizard considered leaving patches of darkness behind to hinder pursuit; but had he done so; he would have been marking his trail。 He could only think of one trick he could use to evade the renegades; and hoped it wouldn't be necessary。
Twice; the masters sensed a band of rogues was near and hid in a room until they passed。 Finally they found a staircase leading downward。 Pharaun hoped their descent to the lower level would throw off the pursuit but soon realized it hadn't。 Perhaps it was because the fugitives were leaving a trail of blood。 Pharaun's little cut had stopped bleeding; but Ryld's gashed leg had not。
Despite himself; the burly swordsman began taking uneven strides; one shorter than the other。 Pharaun heard a murmur of voices ing from behind and out of a side passage as well。
He said; 〃Stay where you are。 I have an idea。〃
Ryld shrugged。
The wizard advanced a few paces down the corridor。 He lifted his wisp of cobweb and chanted。 Power groaned through the air; and crisscrossing cables sealed the corridor。 The rogues he'd heard were on the other side。 So was Ryld。
The swordsman looked at his friend through the interstices and said; 〃I don't understand。〃
〃And you a master tactician。 Truly; I regret this; but I could either stick with you and let your injuries retard my progress or else leave you behind as a rear guard to slow my pursuers。 Considering how vulnerable I currently am; the choice was reasonably obvious。〃
〃Damn you How many times have I saved your life?〃
〃I've lost count。 At any rate; this will make one more; in the course of which you'll finally be rid of your melancholy。 Goodbye; old friend。〃
Pharaun turned and strode away。
He heard a crossbow clack; and flung himself to the side。 The quarrel flew past him。 Ryld had needed mendable accuracy to avoid snagging the missile in the adhesive mesh。
Pharaun glanced back and said; 〃Nice shot; but you might want to save your quarrels for the renegades。〃
He skulked on; and quickened his pace when someone shouted behind him; and metal clashed on metal。
Ryld quickly learned that one of the rogues was a wizard; and a deft one at that。 He had no difficulty lobbing spells through the line his rades had formed across the hall; leaving them unscathed but battering the weapons master with one attack after another。
So far the flares of power had seared and chilled the Master of MeleeMagthere but done no serious harm。 He doubted that would last。 He needed to put a stop to the magic before the mage slipped an attack through his natural resistance; and that meant breaking through the line
He faked a sidestep to the left; then dodged right。 His wounded leg throbbed; and a soreness; the residue of Syrzan's attack; twisted through his mind。 The pain slowed him just enough to render the deception ineffective。 Urlryn; the longarmed; gaptoothed renegade on the right; another of Ryld's former students and a good one; met him with a wicked thrust to the belly。
As every warrior knows; you can't retreat at the same instant you're advancing。 Ryld had no choice but to defend with the blade。 He swept his broadsword across his body in a lateral parry。 Urlryn tried to dip his point beneath the block; but moved just a hair too slowly。 Ryld smashed his adversary's blade aside; loosening his grip in the bargain。
The weapons master started to riposte with a chest cut; then sensed movement on his flank。 He pivoted。 Hoping to take him unawares; the rogue next to Urlryn was swinging an axe at his knee。 It was how warriors fought in a line。 You killed the male who was focused on your neighbor。
Ryld leaped over the attack。 When he landed; his leg screamed with pain and threatened to buckle beneath him。 Shouting; he made it hold and cut at the axeman's belly。 The broadsword crunched through mail; and the rogue toppled。
Ryld's blade was still buried in the axeman's guts when Urlryn and the other surviving warrior rushed him。 The master floundered backward; dragging the broadsword free。 Swords flashed at him; and somehow; even offbalance; he dodged them; but in so doing; fell on his rump。
The rogues scrambled forward to finish h
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