Chapter 193 The Power of Wind and Thunder

Winter Ghost still doesn't care about the little things running along the wall...

However, its actions are not determined by whether it cares or not. The powerful lich that has been lost in the dust of history is still the one who decides the winter ghost's action strategy.

The Winter Ghost is just bound within the wall, so it doesn't mean that it won't attack enemies outside the wall. It will naturally attack enemies that can be attacked within the wall.

Boss Sirica glanced at the location of the Winter Ghost from time to time while running. The remaining higher part of the wall was only half a meter, so his vision at his current height was still not a problem.

Boss Sirica soon discovered that the eyes of the winter ghost would indeed follow him.

Although he worked very hard for his future, it was impossible to say that Sirica Boss was not nervous. He also kept a close eye on the Winter Ghost, hoping to stay away from the wall in time when the opponent rushed over.

When the initial excitement was gradually blown away by the wind, the psychological pressure brought by the legendary evil thing became more and more intense. Boss Sirika was sweating profusely when he was not far away, and the sweat blocked his sight.

The whole picture of Qingdong Ghost can only be seen with two eyes exuding chaos and terror, and a ring of black flames on top of its head like a crown.

Suddenly, the winter ghost disappeared from Sirica's sight, and a second later, he suddenly appeared in front of Sirica.

Through the wall, the blow delivered by Donggui was just a straight punch without any fancy.

Although Boss Sirica has seen the world, he has experienced countless powerful enemies and witnessed many "national protector" warriors performing martial arts. In the Black Continent, he even went to the Atlas Mountains of Algeria with General Manager Florentino.

Besieged the leader of the nomads with the "Protector of the Country" level.

But now he has really opened his eyes, knowing that just a straight punch without any fancy can really "carry the power of wind, rain and thunder" as the sour literati he most despised said.

The invincible Archdeacon Florentino among the nomads and the perfect knight Bayar who galloped among the armies once made Sirica think that this was the so-called extraordinary power, but now he understands that ordinary people

It turns out that everything has its limits, and Winter Ghost is truly extraordinary.

Of course, this was the feeling that Sirica Boss told Ladislaus later, and he naturally had no time to think about it now.

All he could do was to use all his strength to activate his leg muscles and jump to the outside. Fortunately, he was not fighting alone at this moment. Acceleration, advanced reduction and cat grace greatly strengthened his agility and shadow shield.

Also effective for winter ghosts.

The short stature forced Winter Ghost to stretch out his body behind the wall, and the pause took half a second.

The Winter Ghost was slightly misaligned, and it adjusted very quickly, but the adjustment step was so trivial that it still gave Boss Sirica a little time.

That punch barely missed half an inch from his temple.

With the help of this series of magic, Boss Sirica managed to escape the surprise attack launched by the Winter Ghost using space jump.

To be precise, it was the first stage of the raid. When Boss Sirica, who was about two meters away from the wall, was worried about whether the opponent would chase him out, the second phase of the Winter Ghost's attack arrived, the "Ice Storm" Radice.

The magic winter ghost commonly used in Rouse

It can also be used, and it is also instantaneous. Sirica, who was temporarily out of power after the explosion just now, could not escape the continuous attacks and was hit hard. Half of his body was frozen. The next one would definitely be Sirica.

It's time for the boss to die.

But this was all the attack of the winter ghost. It did not continue to pursue the escaping little man, but quietly watched him continue to run along the wall.

Of course, Sirica Boss will not be so close to the wall anymore. This is unnecessary. He has verified that the Winter Ghost will attack the enemies near the wall but cannot leave the wall itself.

Moreover, the undead creature, which seems to have no intelligence at all, is indeed able to cast advanced magic. Its ability to instantly cast "Ice Storm" exceeds the ability of most spellcasters present. In other words, no one except Prime Minister Sazastan can do it.

After being injured, Boss Sirica insisted on running around the wall. When he returned to the starting point, he was treated as a hero.

All warriors and priests cheered and greeted him, and even the red-robed mages, who were usually extremely arrogant, congratulated him sincerely.

This was indeed the courtesy he deserved. Boss Sirica was covered in ice shards all over his body, which was the effect of the "ice storm", but the real danger was the blow that scratched his scalp.

Ladislaus stared into Sirica's blood-red eyes, nodded slightly, and then said loudly: "Well done, my friend, you have indeed lived up to the gift of the Knight of Vision."

The so-called harmony between the king and his ministers is at this moment.

Although Boss Sirica's investigation results were very clear, as usual, the mages still had a heated discussion on tactics.

"One hundred mages have five hundred plans." Count Slam looked at the noisy mages in front of him and said to Frunzberg, although since the destruction of the ancient Roman Empire, no force has been able to gather a hundred.

He is a mage, but this proverb has been passed down.

"The red-robed mages are really elite. Not even one person has suggested escaping." His Highness Frunzberg's answer was completely incorrect, but he was indeed shocked. Generally speaking, no matter how good the situation is, as long as the mages gather together

, someone will definitely propose "tactics" such as temporarily retreating and finding more reinforcements.

The faces of most court mages make people like Frunzberg and Slam feel disgusted. This is not unfair. These mages spend all their already insufficient spellcasting budget on "shield spells" and "protective arrows".

Arrow" "Resist Energy Damage" "Mage Armor" "High Mage Armor"

"On the "Shadow Armor" and various spell invalidation barriers, in fact all the mages are only willing to hide behind and use a little auxiliary magic. Once an encounter starts, they are busy protecting themselves most of the time, and both sides

Mages are like this, so there aren't many offensive magics at all.

Of course, the explanation of the mage masters is that if they did not take sufficient "countermeasures", the enemy would definitely launch a power attack.

At one time, some mages even established a transnational trade union organization, requiring all mages who joined the union not to use offensive spells without casting three protective spells.

In the end, it was just because the mages discovered that the leader of the guild always embezzled membership fees, and it was useless to replace anyone else. As soon as the scumbag guy got the power to manage money, he immediately started eating shit, so this promising organization finally collapsed.

But this work attitude was still retained, which of course made their monarchs reduce their war allowances as low as possible.

These people know very well that even if they are passive and sabotage, because of their network of connections and their ability to carry out terrorist attacks, the monarchs will not dare not pay them wages, and at most they will give them less bonuses.

And the organization and discipline of the red-robed mages who are currently quarreling fiercely are much better than other mages.

They quarreled and quarreled, but they were all aggressive, but the degree of bravery was a little different. Indeed, they were incomparable to the court mages in Austria and any other court.

Of course, their courage is also limited.

Prime Minister Sazastan's idea of ​​using "manipulation of the undead" to completely control this powerful undead creature did not receive any support.

Because the distance of this magic is only thirty feet, and the winter ghost has now retreated to the small platform in the center of the ruins, this means that the magicians have to gather in a group at the edge of the wall and cast spells to reach the winter ghost.

They resolutely rejected this absurd and dangerous attention, and Sazhastan's authority as Prime Minister and Chief Red Robe could not suppress them.

In the end, he had to bleed again. He promised each red-robed mage a bonus of 10,000 talers, put in enough protective spells, and then abandoned the plan if there was any trouble.
Chapter completed!