Chapter 508: Magic Crystal Pistol

"Master Shaman! Master Shaman-don't leave me behind!"
Henry Baldwin finally got rid of the cobwebs, and ran to Shaman on a rolling belt, begging him to bring himself to teleport.
However, Sharman didn't glance at him from beginning to end, sending a beam of light into the sky, causing Baldwin to pounce.
"Damn bastard!"
Baldwin was extremely disappointed and yelled at Shaman for being selfish and cold, but the footsteps behind him made him realize that the curse could not save his life and hurriedly ran away.
Clark looked at Baldwin's embarrassed back, shook his head and chuckled, and strode forward.
There are only two exits in this cellar, one of which is blocked by Joan, and the other is blocked by an iron gate. Even if Baldwin grows wings, he still wants to escape.
At the same time Clark was chasing Baldwin, Joanne had released a second "cobweb", which would bind all guards guarding the cellar exit and ensure that they did not run into trouble.
These guards are just bodyguards hired by Baldwin. They don’t necessarily have to participate in the ethics that employers do in private, and Joan doesn’t want to waste their spells to kill them. Since the
Snake Hand
Sharman has escaped, the most important thing is of course Live the culprit Henry Baldwin.
Joan looked back at Clark's tall back and chased over there.
A gunshot was heard before two steps, Clark's tall body shook, and Baldwin's footsteps stopped, as if he had a gunshot wound.
Joan's face changed slightly, and he quickly caught up.
As expected, Clark crouched behind a stone house holding a centaur, his left hand was covering his right shoulder, and there was a trace of blood in his fingers.
"Mr. Henil, are you seriously hurt?"
"I'm fine, but my shoulders have been scratched a little bit of flesh." Giant Frost smiled painfully. "The Baldwin guy, the marksmanship is really bad. Even my big target is not accurate. It can be seen that he is not one. Good hunter."
Joan raised her toes and looked up at Frost Giant's shoulder injury, confirming that it was really just a bruise before feeling relieved.
When Clark suddenly pulled him, Joan stumbled under his feet, almost hitting the stone wall.
When surprised, a gunshot came from his ear and a lead shot flew past him.
Joan threw a grateful glance at Clark, turning his head to look at where the bullet came.
With the help of the "dark vision" blessed by the prosthetic eye, he could clearly see Henry Baldwin hiding in the corner of the stable, using the mountainous forage as a bunker, from time to time the probe peeked over here, holding a strangely shaped short gun in his hand.
"Mr. Heinel, what kind of weapon is Baldwin holding? It looks like a gun, but it is different from common shotguns and rifles."
"Brother Joan, you're asking the right person!" The frost giant's eyes shone strangely, "Baldwin's guy is holding a'Magic Crystal Revolver' in his hand, which is more compact and convenient than ordinary firearms. It is carried in a pocket and can be operated with one hand, so it is called a'pistol'."
"The structure of this weapon is very delicate. Have you seen the runner mounted behind the barrel? It is actually a pistol magazine, which can hold up to 6 rounds of bullets and can shoot continuously."
Joan nodded suddenly, and a question came to his mind.
"Mr. Heine, are you familiar with this weapon?"
"It's very familiar." Giant Frost sighed. "This kind of weapon is rare in our new continent, but it is very popular in the Far East of the old continent. Most senior officers of the Kolas corps wear a revolver. It can be used not only as a self-defense weapon but also as a status symbol."
"Two years ago when I was traveling in the old continent, I had some contact with Roland Kolas, now the'Prince of the Far East'...Forget it, now it's not time to revisit these old things, but go back to Henry. Baldwin."
"The revolver pistol held in that guy's hand was bought by the Far East trade merchants in ninety-nine times. The gun was a good gun, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of villains like Baldwin. I am afraid that it will not be used to kill innocents."
Joan held the corner and carefully probed out to observe Baldwin’s hiding place.
Baldwin also happened to have the probe come out and peek into this side. The moment the two eyes touched, Joan quickly shrank his head and hid behind the fence.
Just the next second, the gunshots sounded, and a bullet hit the corner of the wall, splashing large pieces of gravel dust.
"This gun is quite powerful, we have to find a way to rush out." Clark touched his bald head and asked Joan: "Brother, can you still cast the spell specifically used to resist arrows and bullets today?"
Qiao An can also use the power of mythology to perform "anti-sword enchantment", and indeed it can play a role in reducing the damage of bullets, but after a little thought, he decided to use another spell to break the deadlock and then open the casting material. Pack, take out a small shovel two inches long.
Clark saw him tinkering with the child's toy shovel model, scratching his head in wonder, wondering what Joan wanted to do.
"Mr. Heil, wait a minute and I will cast a spell to shut down Henry Baldwin into the pit. You take the opportunity to rush over and take advantage of him falling into the pit and have no time to shoot. Subdue him as soon as possible."
"Oh? There are such spells, well, I listen to you!"
Clark moved his hands and feet, bent his knees, and prepared for the sprint.
Joan held the small shovel in his left hand, and skillfully made a series of casting gestures in his right hand. The disorderly distribution of the magic wire in the surrounding space was disturbed, quickly forming a circular spell configuration, following his finger towards Baldwin. The hiding place moved, quietly surrounding Baldwin without even realizing it.
"Unqué!"
Qiao An finally spit out a Quenya mantra representing "depression", and the small shovel in his hand burst out with golden radiance, disappearing without a trace.
At the same time, the spell configuration placed in advance at Baldwin's feet was injected with magic power and transformed into a shaft 10 feet in diameter and 20 feet deep.
The trap created by the 2 ring "pitting technique" is actually a half plane with an opening, which has nothing to do with the ground hardness in reality.
At the moment, all Baldwin's thoughts were on how to save life, and I never thought that the slate floor at his feet would suddenly become a deep well, and he fell down involuntarily, screaming and fell to the bottom of the well. Venus, Magic Crystal pistol also flew out of hand.
Clark heard Baldwin's screams, and rushed out without thinking, and came to the shaft in two or three steps. The probe looked down. In the dim trap, Baldwin was holding his head, curling up in the bottom of the well and groaning painfully.
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