The Wanderer Dillon's entire body hair stood on end!
It's not that he hasn't seen Magic Missiles before; on the contrary, he's very familiar with them.
But the threat this time from the missile was unprecedented.
Too fast!!
The obviously abnormal firing speed is something a Magic Missile could never achieve!
And he hadn't noticed that, besides the target female and the male Warrior in the enemy team, there was another Caster in the dark! This caught him off guard.
His mind raced.
The glow of the blessing spell that the Priest had cast on him in advance took effect.
With the help of the blessing spell and his survival instincts, he exerted all his strength to leap backward.
The last Magic Missile barely grazed his waist.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three missiles exploded in the snow, causing snowflakes to rise up.
"That was close, I..."
Dillon rolled awkwardly twice in the snow, trying to stabilize himself, unable to catch his breath.
