Chapter 1937 Fight! Fight! Third level versus third level! (Wan
One legendary level three, versus two legendary level three.
We also have three legendary primary casters... The Lord of Thunder glanced at Balbo and Philbi behind him, as well as Prince Rimel who did not dare to come forward in the elf ship, and silently counted in his heart:
There is also a legendary third-level dragon, a legendary second-level dragon, five or six legendary dragons, and a time dragon whose level is not easy to define.
Well, even if the Dragon Clan worked the entire process without contributing, and only thought about their own life safety, they should still be able to fight. They can fight.
So the Lord of Thunder sneered. With a flick of his hand, a force field rolled out, rolling out the elf ship far away and pushing it towards the Kingdom of Kent:
"Go home. Children, don't get involved here!"
The elf ship flew out, flew out, flew out. In the sight of the Lord of Thunder, it went from big to small, from tens of meters long, to a foot long, and then to an almost invisible dot.
Except for Prince Rimmer, who was hanging on the spot, shrinking his head and hiding himself behind the dragons he knew, Little Gretel, Serira, and the few followers around Gretel had all left the battle.
Then sink into the water, dive directly, and then you can go home safely... Let the legends come to the legendary battlefield, and the children should go home safely!
He breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could turn his attention back to the battlefield, a huge wave suddenly rose up on the sea in the distance, throwing the elf ship high into the air. The huge waves rolled up the ship, and it only took an instant.
Returned to the battlefield:
On the top of the ship, there stood a person with a fluttering robe and a colorful halo around him. The elf ship was shrouded in the halo, and the edges were slightly blurred. At first glance, it seemed as if it would disappear at any time.
"Why rush them away?" The man had a white beard and white hair, a ruddy face, and he spoke with great energy. He flew close and casually hooked Gretel out of the cabin, floating next to him:
"Christine, you are too worried about your apprentice. It's a rare big scene, so it doesn't matter if you let him see it!"
The Lord of Thunder's cheeks tightened slightly. He looked at his young apprentice, and then at the confident and natural speaker. After all, he still didn't directly spray him back or grab the person, but bowed slightly:
"Sir Wilson, are you here in person?"
"Why are you still calling me Your Excellency?" The visitor waved his hand impatiently:
"How long have you been a legend? Your Excellency, Your Excellency, then should I call you Your Excellency? Your Excellency the Lord of Thunder, Your Excellency the Crown of the Sun, and this one..."
He turned to look at Philby, stared hard for a few times, frowned, and thought hard. After thinking for a while, he couldn't get the point, and he shrugged angrily:
"What exactly is your title? It's been a few years, has it been decided yet?"
In fact, it had been decided a long time ago. However, seeing that this person was acting a bit strange and deliberately looking for trouble when talking to the teacher, and the teacher was respectful, it was obviously impossible for Philby to report her title.
She was respectful, raised her robe, and knelt down to salute:
"Your Excellency [Destroyer], thank you for traveling thousands of miles to come to our aid."
call……
Gretel relaxed everything from his shoulders to his spine, to his lumbar spine and tail vertebrae.
Being inexplicably captured from the ancient tree, his whole body tensed up. If he turned into a bear form or a leopard form at this moment, he could see all the hairs exploding into a fluffy ball.
Speaking of [Destroyer], he already knew this person. This was an old veteran of the Evocation Department. Before the Lord of Thunder became a legend, he represented the Evocation Department and had been in charge of the Tower of Babel for a long time.
As soon as the Lord of Thunder returned, he threw away the mission and ran to another space without looking back. When he ran away, he was at the second level of Legend. News came decades ago that he had been promoted to the third level of Legend...
Third level!
Two third level!
The Lord of Thunder specializes in the direction of thunder and lightning. This Lord of Annihilation is a dual practitioner of ice and fire. Freezing of ice and burning of fire, either direction can directly lead to disappearance, complete destruction, and nothing left...
The title [Destroyer] is a throne piled up with corpses, no, ashes without even corpses. When it comes to military achievements, this one is much more glorious than the Lord of Thunder!
"Of course I'm coming back. The old boy was fighting with me and suddenly ran away——" [Destroyer] Wilson raised his eyelids and looked at the third-level legend of the Vatican in the distance, [Protector] Ke
Lemont glanced coldly:
"Of course I want to come and see what kind of evil he is doing! If you don't pay close attention, who knows if he will bully our younger generation?"
In other words, these two people are facing each other from a distance in some different space, or they are each occupying a piece of land for development, or they are working hard to spread their beliefs and occupy resources. If one runs away, the other has to catch up quickly:
Keep the balance of combat power!
He must not be allowed to run away somewhere, kill a legend of his own, and then come back leisurely!
So now, the scene has turned into two legendary third-levels, versus two legendary third-levels, and we have dragons on our side to help out? Gretel looked left and right, completely relaxed.
He moved a step to the side to give himself a better view, and even secretly looked behind:
Why did you only take yourself out?
And Serela!
Your Excellency, Mr. Nirvana, Nirvana's uncle, no, he may be his uncle, or something similar. In any case, can you please help me and give Cerela a good position?
Thinking like this crazily in his heart, Gretel could only secretly glance at the Annihilator from the corner of his eyes, and did not dare to say a word. He had no choice, he was not familiar with it, and he was not like a teacher. If he had any ideas, he could directly make a request.
Alas, it would be great if someone could help say a word... He can exchange...
For example, "The essence of temperature is the movement of atoms. The higher the temperature, the faster the movement of atoms. This can be determined by observing the movement of atoms at extremely low temperatures..."
Such knowledge, or even suggestions, should be able to exchange His Excellency Annihilator's help and allow Cerela to safely observe the battle at a close distance, right?
"Boy, what did you just say? Go back and tell me in detail!" Lord Annihilator suddenly turned back, his eyes like cold lightning passing over Gretel:
"Who do you want to come out to watch the battle? Cerela?"
"Celera!" Gretel nodded vigorously. A glimmer of light flashed in Lord Annihilator's eyes, and Gretel almost thought that he blinked at her quickly and whistled:
"That little girl, right? You have good eyesight! Boy, at a young age, you have to seize the time and fall in love with the best girl!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab a handful, and there was a fluctuation in the void. Cerela appeared in front of him. Behind him, the Elf Ship stretched out countless branches, waving and beating wildly, looking like it was incompetent and furious.
Gretel estimated that Servilia was probably yelling: You're grabbing again! You're grabbing people again! You're grabbing people from my body again! I hate it...
Grete looked away guiltily, stepped forward, took Serira's hand, and squeezed it hard. The silver dragon girl's eyes were a little bright and worried, and she leaned closer to him.
In the void, [Destroyer] Wilson had already taken a few steps forward. He and the Lord of Thunder were at each other's horns, and he and Elder Batista formed a virtual triangle, surrounding the two third-level legends of the Holy See.
The four people were facing each other from a distance, and the spell fluctuations were like turbulent waves, one wave higher than the other. Serila was a little frightened even when she was standing in the protective circle:
"Will there be a fight? There will be a fight soon, right?"
"I don't think so..."
Grete opened the mind connection and communicated with her carefully. Although within the protective circle of the legendary third level, speaking through the mind connection is no different from speaking loudly in other people's ears. However, at least respect the legendary level 3 opposite.
Isn’t it a level?
"Oh? Why?"
Cerela was happy on one hand and worried on the other. She was happy because there would not be a fight, and both sides would not attack with all their strength. Then, her mother, her relatives, and the dragons of the same family would not be involved.
In the flames of war, you will not be injured or even die;
The worry is here - no fight? No fight? It's rare to have such a comparison of strength. If everyone works hard and kills the legendary third-level opponent, the advantage will be expanded!
The annoying Holy See of Glory, the annoying people with white light on their bodies, it’s best to get rid of them all!
"There are too many people... Four legendary third-levels, plus the dragons, there are too many variables in the fight." Gretel frowned. With four legendary third-levels, fighting in a 2v2 full force, anything can happen...
Whether it's the teacher or Lord Annihilator, they hope to be as safe as possible, with as few deaths and injuries as possible. Especially in this fight, it's really hard to say how many people will die if they don't reach the legendary dragon clan!
As for the other party? Gretel didn't believe that the other party was willing to fight them hastily at such a disadvantageous place!
"Let us go." After a moment of silence, [Destined One] Paul spoke again:
"The promise I just made is still valid. The lords of the Askan Territory can continue their rule, and the Holy See will not pursue the past - if this is not agreed, then we can only go to war with all our strength!"
"Askan collar?"
[Destroyer] Wilson looked at the Lord of Thunder, and the Lord of Thunder looked at his disciple. For a moment, Grete, who was irritated by several looks, had to pull twice and forced himself forward:
"It seems that the lord of Askan Territory has the final say on matters concerning the Askan Territory... that..."
A big hand in the void appeared, reached out and fished it out, and the ancient elf tree was fished out from thousands of meters away to the side of the battlefield. The ship unfolded, and [White Wolf] William and [Big Bear] Albery walked to the side of the ship:
"The Holy See won't pursue it? Then, can we ask for some protection?"
"What guarantee?"
"We hope that the Magic Council can openly build a magic tower in the Ascan Territory to keep magicians." [White Wolf] William shouted out loudly:
"Otherwise, we cannot believe that the Holy See will not take action against the Askan Territory, whether publicly or privately! Never!"