Can Vanessa cast spells? She can proudly say "yes"! It's just that she is more used to solving problems with a sword.

Now she is still a middle-level thief and a low-level druid. The druid ability is an auxiliary, and the thief ability is still her core.

And to control this staff requires at least the strength of the archdruid, that is, to reach the legendary rank of the usual level. The archdruid is one of the conditions, and it is a foundation. The staff requires more balance from the user. Is it harsh, and it requires an absolute sense of balance, Vanessa now? Hehe, it's not even close!

After tentatively inputting a small amount of natural force, the wand immediately whistled, as if it was about to slash into the air.

Vanessa quickly took back the power of nature. She knew that this scythe had the ability to break through the space barrier, but she didn't expect it to be so sensitive. Before she could do anything about it, it was about to use its big move to summon a werewolf!

Then she frowned, and after a short interaction with the staff, the part of the natural force she withdrew became particularly difficult to control. If the original natural force was like an obedient child, now Turning around in the Luna Sickle is equivalent to turning into a bear child.

There is an unspeakable restlessness in it!

"It's so troublesome!" Vanessa was a little depressed, because she suddenly realized that this thing is extremely inconvenient to carry. It is 1.5 meters long and has a blade of 80 centimeters. So where should I put such a big scythe?

On the back? Isn't this telling everyone that I have a magic weapon here, and if it's a brother, come and kill me!

in hand? in the bag?

No matter how you think about it, it's inconvenient. The best home for this thing is to find a place for it!

But Vanessa was not reconciled, she managed to get an artifact, not to mention it was not needed, and it was so troublesome to carry, which is too bad! She is going to ask Jaina sometime...

Not long after, Vanessa found three figures in the northwest corner of the collapsed pit. The two were supporting the other on the left and the other on the right. They were also very confused, as if they didn't know why the well-built tunnel suddenly collapsed.

The one being supported was the young man who had almost turned into a werewolf before. The strong man on his left was the crooked priest he met in the western wilderness. There are some similarities in appearance, most of them are his father, or relatives, and he looks like a middle-level mage.

The three of them left the deep pit with some difficulty. The young man with a broken leg was thrown onto the goat by the unreasonable priest. The three of them did not stop and headed north all the way, as if they were going to Yese Town to recuperate.

Vanessa didn't show up, and the two sides didn't even meet by chance. She had already got the sickle, and the other party had also recovered a life.

She hid in the dark and continued to observe. She estimated that there should be survivors. The vitality of the werewolf is very strong, and the world of Azeroth cannot be viewed from the perspective of the previous life. This kind of tunnel collapse may not completely destroy the opponent.

Her waiting was effective. In less than a minute, she saw a trembling in the gravel below. With a loud shout, a werewolf covered in blood dug a passage out of the gravel. There were two werewolves beside him, judging from the earrings they were wearing, they were the three werewolf druids.

The three werewolf druids were all dripping with blood and covered in wounds. The tallest werewolf was even blind in one eye. Relying on the blessing brought by the berserk, they resisted the explosion and forced themselves to the ground. Now that their physical strength is too great, they have automatically exited the berserk state.

"Death!" Vanessa quietly slipped down the big tree. She hid in the shadows and rushed out of the shadows while a werewolf druid was talking to her companions. Daelin Proudmoore's saber was like a flash in the night. A flash of lightning passed by, fast and accurate, directly slashed at the head of the werewolf druid whose back was facing her.

A head flew into the sky, and the Werewolf Druid's tired face showed disbelief. He couldn't accept that he died so easily.

Vanessa was so powerful that she reached out to take out a bottle of potion and threw it on the ground without looking at it. With a crisp click, she sneaked into the dark again under the cover of rising white mist.

"Toxic!" The tallest werewolf only stayed in the white mist for two seconds before seeing through her intentions.

But his physical strength was almost exhausted. The poison thrown by Vanessa was extremely corrosive to the blood. The poison drilled into the heart and brain through the wounds all over their bodies. The reaction speed of the two werewolf druids was directly slowed down. Several shots.

In the face of a thief hiding in the shadows, the price of slow action is life.

The Devil's Strike jumped out like a poisonous snake from a tricky angle, pierced deeply into the eye socket of another werewolf druid, and then stirred twice.

While the rabbit was up and down, the two werewolf druids belched. She let out a long sigh of relief, shook off the blood stained on the weapon, and hid in the dark again.

"Druid! Come out for me! Fight to the death with me!" The tall werewolf was extremely angry. He felt that he had lost too much. In a fair fight, that human must not be their opponent. He was somewhat sure of winning, but after shouting for a long time, the opponent just couldn't come out.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier. He knew that the other party's poison had already flowed through his body through his blood. In other words, he would be poisoned to death even if he was not killed. Judging the opponent's position, he gradually gained two points of confidence.

"I'll tell you a secret, about the Luna Scythe..."

Before he finished speaking~lightnovelpub.net~, he heard a 'bang' gunshot, a bright red blood hole appeared on his forehead, and the last bit of physical strength of the tall werewolf was also exhausted. His knees softened in an instant, and he stared in disbelief at the direction from which the projectile flew.

The bloodthirsty thoughts quickly faded in his mind, and he seemed to recall the scene when he was a night elf and a druid, how happy he was at that time.

The happy memory is very illusory, and the figure in it seems to be me, but it doesn't seem to be.

Worried about this guy's strong cards, Vanessa moved away from him, changed direction, quickly reloaded, and hit his left eye again.

The bullet pierced the eyeball and flew out from the back of the head.

"The wolf...will not let you go..." the other party said vaguely.

Vanessa snorted: "I won't let him go!"

It was unclear at what stage the werewolf's self-healing power was. Even if the opponent fell to the ground, she continued to reload, like whipping a corpse, and fired three consecutive shots at the wolf's head without stopping.