The fireworks falling suddenly accelerated, and the lights of the fire turned into scarlet reds.
These scarlet reds fell from the sky like thin lines, one after another, plunged into the bodies of the struggling crows. Then their shriveled bodies swelled like inflatable. As the magic surged, the dead and dark aura that enveloped the crows were swallowed up. Their withered feathers regained their vitality and shine brightly, like blooming flowers after spring thunder. In just an instant, colorful birds appeared on the eagle stands between the roofs on both sides of the street.
Real colorful crows.
But no matter how bright the crow is, it is a crow.
"Qua!"
The hanged crow who had flapped his wings first howled again, flapping his wings and soaring into the air, his scarlet eyes staring at the three young wizards, and then hovered in the air for a few seconds, then his wings closed, like a heavy torpedo, and hit him with a bang.
The reason why Zheng Qing's slightly unfamiliar metaphor of "torpedo" came to his mind was that when the crow launched an attack, the slender red line inserted into it did not break, and continued to extend as the crow approached, as if the wire guided the torpedo.
And its attack speed is not fast.
Zheng Qing resisted the urge to pull out the Colt silver python, pulled out Remington, hung on his back, pulled the bolt, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The whole process was like flowing - the ordinary evil-proof talisman bullet he had prepared before was also stuffed into the casing of this talisman gun.
Bang!
The curse flashed away at the muzzle, and the evil-proof bomb shot from Remington arrived first, hitting the colorful "torpedo" in the air without any hindrance. The colorful crow was beaten into a new ball of fireworks.
With just one shot, Zheng Qing immediately realized the other party's purpose.
Before he could speak, Xiao Xiao next to him reminded: "They want to consume your talisman bullets... wait first, let's try the power of these crows too."
Zheng Qing silently put away Remington, loaded the bolt again, and at the same time touched the Colt silver python hanging around his waist.
Not to mention the powerful talisman bullets he shot in the silent forest during the winter vacation when he was carrying out the hunting team's advanced mission. Just the Shanglin Yuanchunshou not long ago, he threw thousands of talismans on the performance stage. If the attackers had a little brain, they should know how rich his opponent, who was good at talismans, was.
It is a very safe way to use cannon fodder to consume his talisman paper and talisman bullets.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
While these thoughts flashed through his mind, the second and third "colorful crows" also followed one after another, landing above the Three Lights Magic Formation, shaking the guardian spell that Xiao Xiao supported.
"The instantaneous attack power of each crow is equivalent to two to three standard explosion talismans taking effect together. Each guardian spell can resist three wheels... Well, to be safe, resist the suicide attacks of five crows."
Xiao Xiao held his glasses and stared at the phantom of the golden hill that was constantly fading in the explosion. He analyzed calmly: "The whereabouts and number of crows are increasing linearly... According to their faster and faster attack frequency, the three of us must take turns to continuously cast the 'Weishi Rock Rock' to maintain the guardian spell without being defeated..."
Taking turns to continue to cast, which means that the previous person has finished casting, and the latter person will continue to cast immediately, and there is no pause in the middle. This high-frequency repeated casting not only tests the wizard's proficiency in spells, but also poses a very big challenge to the wizard's magic power and even the hunting team's subsequent combat arrangements.
"Not a suicide attack."
Fatty Xin spoke in silence, corrected a word used by the doctor, and then pointed to a roof that was very close to them: "Look at that side, the first crow that was just beaten by Scrap Brother has recovered."
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, the crow he had blown up had been hung again on the eagle rack at some point. The blood-red thin line was stuck on its back, repeating the process of "dried crow" to "colorful crow".
He lowered his head and quickly copied a new "Ji Bi Nanshan, Wei Shi Yanyan" on the blank page of the Dharma Book. Then he looked up, squinted his eyes, pondered the distribution rules of the scarlet thin lines, and wanted to find the black hand behind the "fireworks" all over the sky.
But this is not easy.
Although the blessing of the three-light magic array dispelled a lot of smoke, there was still a faint mist in the entire sandbox world. In the distance were huge fireworks blooming, and the falling fire lines were laid on the backs of the crows, smashing in front of several young wizards, and petite fireworks burst out.
Light pollution, noise pollution, and air pollution fill his observation range - Zheng Qing even suspected that if he was attacked by those crows close, he might also feel the concepts of starry sky pollution, demon pollution or magic pollution.
It makes people sigh at the caution and meticulousness of the attackers.
"Do you remember how we escaped that sandbox last winter hunt?" The fat wizard tried to find a way out from historical experience.
"At that time, we had a standard five-person Yusin hunting team. More than a dozen teachers from the teaching assistant team were pressing the formation beside us, dozens of gray robes and black robes were cracking the sandbox rules outside, and a great wizard helped break the barrier of the small world of sandbox, and finally had the chance to escape. Now we only have three lonely people."
Although Xiao Xiao's voice was still calm, the answer he gave made people feel a little pessimistic: "Oh, I almost forgot that there is also the guardian magic circle. The guardian magic circle also played out some of that day, and now..."
He wiped his crystal ball with his cuffs and shook his head with a very small amplitude: "Now we are still missing from the guardian magic circle, so we can only expect that Senior Colma, who is closest to, will notice the abnormality here."
Then he glanced at Zheng Qing and added: "...or Congressman Su appeared without warning like last time, saving a group of passers-by who seemed to have nothing to do with her at the time."
Zheng Qing pretended not to understand the doctor's complaints about Su Shijun.
As for Colma.
Colma might be able to detect the abnormality, but she is likely not to wade into the muddy waters - Zheng Qing came to this conclusion very clearly in his mind - at the same time, he was not as panicked as a freshman.
In addition to the rich hunting experience over the past year, he was able to remain calm at this time, the small green snake living in his ears and the blood talisman bullet in the Colt silver python also gave him great confidence.
Although it was a bit disgraceful, he remembered it very clearly that in the Battle of Black Prison, the one who finally broke the inner city of Black Prison was not the Monster King of the Four Seas or the Giant Starry Sky, but the "order" he pushed down.
At present, this small sandbox world is not even stronger than the protection of the inner city of Black Prison.
At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and from the explosion of noise pollution, he once again captured the melodious song that had just entered the sandbox world and the fog: