"Charles!"
Brando finally attracted the two giant activation spells, and countless glows floated from the giant activation spells, making them look a bit like stars in the dwarf phase-gravity can no longer constrain the burning gas around the stars. The layers began to collapse, and the hot atmosphere began to violently expand outwards-when these two light spheres violently expanded, they occupied almost half the size of the end of the square, and the inside of the body was shining with dazzling blue light.
The gap between the two giant activation spells was no more than the size of a carriage, and the gap was shrinking rapidly. Brando accelerated frantically, trying to pass through the middle before it was completely sealed. He activated the charge skill and jumped up from the ground. The long narrow passage was almost right in front of him, but at this moment, a layer of streamer floated on the body of the activation spell, and they rotated and collided with Brando like a star ring. Come here.
At this time, countless twists and turns of the law line stretched out from Brando, forming two solid light walls forward, and the streamer hit the light wall heavily, and the law line vibrated violently, shining with dazzling light. . At that moment, Brando's figure suddenly separated a phantom forward, and the wall of light behind him quickly shattered, and the sky's radiance swallowed it, but he had landed steadily on the ground. Looking back, the giant activation spell was already behind him. , Countless breaths of ice chased him into the star-like light body, like a moth to a fire, leaving a bright spot in the expanding ball of light, and then disappeared.
Brando paused for a while, then put away the sword and ran to the east exit.
To the south of the square, the changes in the entire Forever Square are in full view. The Cruz nobles are shocked and frightened. What is shocked is Brando's strength, and what they fear is their previous arrogance; while Lenarete frowned. , Without saying a word, even Veronica raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect Brando to really lure so many monsters away. Putting herself in the position, even if she replaces Brando, she still has to think about it. How to do.
"Master Earl, he is so amazing..." Shiduo muttered to herself with a full face.
"That's just a technique." Veronica finished speaking and shook her head. That is indeed a skill, but the question is how many people can see through the flaws between thousands of monsters gathered together at a glance, not even she can, until she sees Brando flying through the ocean of monsters with her own eyes. She followed the path of the little guy to find the safe path, but she still doesn’t know whether this path is the only one, or one of many paths, no matter which one is enough, She was shocked. If it is the former, then she can’t imagine how Brando can find the only way in an instant. If not, it means that the encircling net of these monsters is riddled with holes in Brando’s eyes, but she Even finding one of them requires a lot of time and consideration.
Veronica looked at the north side of the square with some complexity. Although she was extremely reluctant to admit this, she was still amazed by the young man's IQ and courage, and she could even be said to be a little disturbed. The young man was an Eruin, and she was the most steadfast Eruin she had ever seen. The female army commander lowered her eyelids. For a while, she thought that if there are many outstanding young people in this generation of Cruz, it can be compared with the cloth. Lando compares, it's like the contrast between Haoyue and Yinghuo.
"It would be great if there were such young people among the Cruz people." She shook her head slightly.
Brando certainly would not have thought that Veronica would misunderstand his actions and overestimate his abilities. In fact, the breath of ice entrapped like a tide made him think about it, and he was feeling that the problem was beginning to change. It gets tricky.
In his vision, the square gradually turned into a towering corridor leading to an unknown area. This direction should be the corridor of meditation. It was the exit of the central labyrinth, a very famous area in the Temple of the Hibernator. If he remembers correctly, there is an unknown hall not far in front of him. The area of that hall is not much smaller than that of Yongjue Square. What is commendable is that there are no wandering monsters. There is almost a natural place to move, Bran. Duo intends to turn there. But the problem was that he pulled too many monsters this time. Before that, no one could say that no one had tried to pull all the breath of ice in the Hall of Eternity along with the two giant activation spells.
The more monsters there are, the slower he turns, and he doesn't want to plunge into the monster's encirclement when he looks back. But after thinking about it, he couldn't find a reasonable way to avoid it. He didn't want to use the elapsed pointer. Although the bet was over and it was not cheating, the burning experience was still heartache. Especially when he had just enlightened the elements, if he fell below the realm, it would be no fun.
But Martha seemed to be on his side again this time. Just as he couldn't figure out the clues, a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him; Brando's heart moved slightly, naturally there is no possibility in this dungeon. Players exist, and the Black Fire Cultists have not yet entered the Temple of the Hibernate at this time. Apart from them, the only ones who act in this temple are the members of the All Things One Society of Anlek and his party—but I don’t know how to come. Who is it, will it be Anlek himself. But no matter who it is, it is enough for Brando.
He had an idea right away.
…
After receiving Anlek’s order, the knight in Dejar and his black robe patrolled the long hall. The hall in this direction was different from the Quiet Corridor. The black hall was empty and the walls were embedded. With the long arch windows, the team looks as small as ants when they pass by these giant arch windows. Inside the arch windows are windows made of Wanzai glaciers, and the blue light comes out from behind the ice walls and intersects in the hall.
Just a few minutes ago, they turned a corner and saw such a spectacular view. But as for what this place is and what the hall is called, no one knows. The team slowly moved forward, walking between light and shadow, and the sound of footsteps intertwined at the other end of the hall into a reverberant hollow echo, which rumblingly echoed in the open enclosed space. Only after a while, a black-robed knight suddenly stopped and shouted, "What is that!?"
Everyone followed his gaze, and saw a beam of light suddenly gushing out of the darkness, and that beam of light was gradually becoming brighter, like a luminous beast waving its tentacles from the front corner. Looming. The tentacles stretched forward slowly, and then its body appeared in the vision of Dejar and the knights behind him, everyone's eyes widened-they saw two huge balls of light occupying one after another. The space full of the promenade is pressing in this direction.
"It's an activation spell!" Dejar was quite knowledgeable, and he recognized the origin of the opponent at a glance. But the activation spell has never heard of such a big one. He turned his head and saw that the knight around him was panicking with his sword. He hurriedly knocked off the opponent's sword and shouted at the opponent: "What are you doing! Run!"
General activation spells are mostly formed by spells between the three to nine circles, while activation spells formed by spells of more than nine levels are generally called wandering magic. Since they are composed of pure and powerful magic power, in addition to dispelling magic, Except for spell dismantling and other kinds of spells, any magic will only have a healing effect on wandering magic. Activation spells are incorporeal creatures with no physical existence but energy forms. Physical attacks in the world can only be used against wandering magic. They cause very limited damage, so although the strength of wandering magic itself is not as good as the elements of civilization, it is one of the most terrifying existence among the monsters of the golden peak level.
And the two in front of him can no longer be called wandering magic. Even though Dejar has only seen a few activation spells in his life track, he still recognized it for the first time. This is more than The wandering magic lord composed of ten-ring spells has no element-level strength of the slightest falsification.
Only wizards and wizard hunters of the same level can fight against it. They, swordsmen or black-robed knights of the same level, will give away food even if there are more. "Run, let's run separately, they are on two ends, some of us can always return to Grand Duke's side." Dejar immediately shouted at the others.
The black-robed knight woke up like a dream, and quickly scattered back. But Dejar's voice just fell, and countless little lights appeared in the darkness. "My lord, look over there." Someone screamed. In fact, there is no need for other black-robed knights to remind. Dejar has already seen this scene. There are countless breaths of ice emerging in the darkness, like a sudden monster. The tide is the same.
"How is it possible!" Dejar's first reaction was that they accidentally activated some trap, otherwise, how could these activation spells in the temple riot for no reason and come straight to them. Until someone next to him reminded him—"Someone!" The knight on his left suddenly shouted: "Someone is leading them over!"
The Highlander's Eagle Swordsman realized the meaning of this sentence for a moment. He immediately looked in that direction, but it was okay not to look at it. At this sight, he almost tilted his nose with anger.
"It's you!"
De Jair yelled out almost imperceptibly, the expression on his face seemed to see an uncommon enemy, full of resentment. Faced with such an eagle swordsman, Brando is also somewhat innocent. He even thought it was too coincidental. When they met for the first time, he chopped off one of the other's hands. When they met for the second time, this guy almost died on the battlefield, and this time, it was obviously going to happen next. Some things that this gentleman did not want to see.
Brando felt very sorry for the highlander swordsman, but this did not prevent him from saying next: "Mr. Dejar, are your hands good?"
"Earl Tonigel, you damn it!" Brando could feel this kind of anger on Dejar's gloomy face that was dripping with water. If this kind of anger could be turned into substance, then he would already be a thousand years old at this moment. It is full of holes, but unfortunately, the Eagle Swordsman has not yet developed the skills to kill people thousands of miles away with consciousness, so Brando can still be alive and kicking for a while.
Of course, we can’t dispute the courage of Mr. Dejar, if he could, he would definitely pull out his sword and smash Brando—or at least put it all together, in a shame. But now Dejar only felt that his legs seemed to have taken root, weighing more than a thousand catties, not to mention rushing to fight with Brando, even if it was a step forward, it was difficult.
Because Brando is leading the two giant wandering magic lords behind him, as well as the tide-like activation spell-the breath of ice rushing toward them, as long as the intelligence is still healthy, you will not understand this Tonigel What idea did the earl have? After all, it is not a terrific strategy to cause trouble.
But the problem is—
Dejar found that they had only one way to deal with this despicable scheme. "Despicable bastard!" He cursed and turned around, and issued the most invulnerable command to deal with the current situation: "Retreat!"
Brando smiled'ha' in his heart, as if Dejar realized it, and he had planned it a long time ago. What both sides have to do now is a happy race-there is no need to run too fast. Just need to be faster than the others. But Dejar wanted to take a step ahead of him. This is not so easy. He snapped his fingers and stroked the air with his index finger. The black-robed knights who were retreating suddenly felt their feet soft, and the original solid ground seemed to be soft. It became a muddy ground.
Lesser quicksand spells, a series of spells with one ring of earth elements, whose only effect is to make the ground softer, because the effect of the spell is on the ground, not the people walking on the ground, so the black-robed knights are not even useful. Magic resistance to resist the chance of this spell. Although under normal circumstances, this spell itself does not need to be resisted, because it just makes the ground softer, and it doesn’t even make you fall into it like a real quicksand technique; it makes the ground more soft. Softer, except for limiting the cavalry on the battlefield-even this effect is minimal, because the scope of the spell is too small, unless it is used by hundreds of wizards at once, otherwise on the battlefield that is many miles wide, it is basically It just makes no sense.
However, with hundreds of wizards, would it be better to cast some other spells to deal with the cavalry
Even this spell has little effect on the black-robed knights. Although their speed inevitably slows down on the soft ground, the speed change is minimal and does not hurt the elegance. De Jair heard someone snorted slightly, obviously he was a little dismissive of Brando’s tricky spells. If in the first half of the year, he might have the same idea-use a ring of spells to fight against. Existence of element manifestation? Isn't this whimsical.
But now, there is a big alarm in his heart, will the other party be an easy one? Just ask about the scar on his arm.
What happened next immediately confirmed his thoughts.
Entangling air currents, turbulent winds, secondary rust, ice feet, chains of inflammation, accelerated exhaustion, a slight increase in gravity, one after another, a circle of spells falls on everyone's head, and the effect of each spell is minimal, but wins When casting time is not needed, Brando almost throws these low-level spells on the black-robed knight without any money while running. There is no need to successfully penetrate the black-robed knight’s magic resistance every time, but only once. Effective, these high-level believers who are all in one will slowly and uncontrollably slow down.
On weekdays, this slowing down is almost meaningless, because it lasts for a short time and is equally time-consuming and laborious, but at this moment, for all black-robed knights, this is a dash of life. Brando passed the knights who were slowed down by him one by one, and the giant wandering magic lord and countless breaths of ice following him swallowed them in an instant, as if lost. The stone that entered the sea, whirled in the tide of monsters, and disappeared.
"mean!"
These high-level believers who are all in one group are the most sinister, cunning, and ruthless existence in ordinary people's minds, but at this moment, Brando is the real demon in their hearts. There is an old saying in Jiufeng that he is a tiger, and Brando now plays such a role in their minds-if it is just Brando, they can easily defeat it by joining hands-of course, the black knights are like this. thought. But unfortunately, Brando obviously wouldn't give them this opportunity, he would only apply magic to them one by one, and then let the breath of ice behind kill them one by one.
This is simply a blatant fox fake tiger.
Of course, there are also a few black-robed knights who can't bear the humiliation, drew their swords and turned back, wanting to rush up and die with Brando. But it's a pity that they soon realized such a problem-'It turns out this guy is a suffocated elementalist, but his swordsmanship is surprisingly good. 'Then with such a surprised thought, Brando was swept into the group of monsters behind with a wind.
The knights decreased one by one, and soon, only Dejar was left in Brando's field of vision.
And this eagle swordsman deserves to be Anlek’s confidant, Brando felt that the opponent might have a talisman of meditation, or magical equipment such as a secondary spell resistance brooch, and a ring of spells hit him, instantly After disappearing without a trace, he tried to place a three-ringed fire arrow, and as expected, he staggered the opponent, leaving a scorched black mark on his carapace. Sure enough, it is a talisman of meditation. The secondary spell resistance brooch can resist spells below the fourth level, but Brando still shook his head. He can only use the fire arrow for the third level spell, and the mana is not enough for him to reuse it. After all, it is a fantasy in itself to rely on the three-ring spell to kill a civilized opponent.
It would be great if there was a three-ring wind tie, as long as it could be dragged for a second, it was enough for Dejar to bear.
Brando had to face the reality that he was a third-rate elemental envoy, not to mention that it was very difficult for him to cast the second-level spell instantly. This was the blessing of high will. The third-level spell was forced to be instantaneous, and it might be impossible to resist backlash. . And if he was to stand still and cast the spell, he had to ask the Ice Breath army at the back if they were willing to stop and wait for him. The answer was obviously no.
Now Brando has to face two problems:
One, De Jal ran faster than him, and two, he seemed unable to reduce the opponent's speed.
Obviously, our Eagle Swordsman also understood this after Brando tried several times. He couldn't help showing a triumphant look on his face for the first time. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still ridiculed Brando loudly and said: "You are crazy, do you know what you are doing? Could it be that you plan to flee forever like this? , Haha, then you will definitely die before me!"
After De Jair yelled out these words, he only felt a burst of invigoration in his heart, as if he had the upper hand for the first time since facing Brando. It’s just that this kind of pride has not had time to fully express from his expressions, he is already dead, and even the slight clues are instantly solidified on his face-he saw Brando looking at him with some pity .
If other people looked at him like this, he would definitely feel angry, insulted and despised.
But Brando looked at him that way, but Dejar was alarmed.
He must have a conspiracy!
He must plan to calculate me!
Dejar was very familiar with the young man opposite, although they did not know who was the biggest beneficiary of the entire Ampersel Peace Conference after the First World War. The other side planned their failure in one hand, like an unknown prophet. They-even the Lord Duke whom he respected played between applause. If there is anything in this world that can be considered a demon by him, then the other person's appearance must be the same as the face in front of him.
At that moment, Dejar felt that all the hairs of his body were erected, and he was fully absorbed in Brando's every move, as if as long as Brando changed a little, he would immediately counterattack in countless ways that he rehearsed in his mind.
But Brando only made one move.
Said a word to him with lips.
Our Mr. Eagle Swordsman was slightly startled. It's not that he didn't understand lips, but Brando was too strange to say to him.
"Be careful ahead?"
"Be careful what front?"