Chapter 872: Little Gretel is good, passed the test
Gretel sat unsteadily on the back of the deer. With a grimace on his face, he took out one thing from his pocket:
"[Time Barrier] The pendant given by Your Excellency... put it on. Elemental endurance is useless when it is useless, but it is of great use when it is useful..."
"[Dark Blue Song] The bracelet you gave me... put it on. Tsk, it's so big and heavy that I can't even lift my arms... But [Water Wall Technique] is really useful..."
"[Philosopher's Rose] Put on the tie clip given by Your Excellency. If you don't have a tie, forget about it. Just clip it anywhere. It's a powerful tool to resist mental shock!"
"Should we release the skeletons sent by His Excellency the Immortal? It's better to release them. Ao Nijin is also very good at fighting. If it doesn't work, you can still block it..."
Really, this is already the rear area, why would there be an enemy invasion and ask him to come over for support? What are the fleets and blockades in front doing to eat...
He can't fight...
Although, Gretel also knew that as an eighth-level mage, he should already be one of the strongest fighting forces in the nearby area.
Even if Serira doesn't transform into a dragon to join the battle, it shouldn't be a problem for him, Bernard and Apa to cooperate with each other and defeat a team of 5 people of the same level. If they face a lower-level team with a larger number
Opponents can even fire big fireballs and bomb them indiscriminately...
Of course, the premise of all this is to ensure that you survive. And survive?
After two months of training by Old Morgan, as well as specialized training by the battle mage sent by the parliament. After receiving numerous beatings, Grete understood one thing deeply:
People like him can't develop their combat instincts even if they start practicing all night long. It's not something that happens in a day or two. It needs to be honed over time, in the wild, in the city, on the battlefield, risking one's life.
Some people grind it out, and some people die immediately.
Finally, the advice given by Old Morgan and the battle mage is to follow the normal path of a mage. Put on a full shield, and then put on seven or eight trigger spells. When in danger, hide away, and hide behind the warrior before attacking.
Don't show off your talents, don't show off your skills. The kind of play style of teleporting, rushing to the center of the enemy to open the ice ring, and then teleporting back again is really not suitable for you...
So Grete decided to listen to others' advice and eat enough. After putting on all the magic items he could wear, he started to apply defensive spells layer by layer.
Slap the shield on yourself, slap the shield on Bernard, slap the shield on Appa, and slap two shields on Cerela intentionally. Onekin?
Forget it about Arcane, the shields he knows are either of no use to Arcane, or have some counterproductive effects.
Well, after training during this period, I only have a variety of shield skills, and I have practiced them too proficiently. Shields at level 3 and below can basically be cast instantly, and level 4 defensive spells have a casting time of no more than three seconds.
.
Anyway, he has a strong spirit and a sufficient wallet - which means he has enough materials, so it's not a problem to brush up a few more shields. Well, the sense of security is +1, +1, +1, +1... With so many shields, it should be
, can you withstand the first wave?
"The target is on guard."
In the jungle above the mountain road, three operatives from the Glorious Holy See were lying behind a big tree, staring unblinkingly at the approaching figure. The bishop no longer turned his rosary, but lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was using his mental power to lock the four directions.
;
The archer has already removed the stick-like thing, put on the bow string, and set up the arrow. At this moment, he is listening to the movement below, but he does not dare to look directly with his eyes;
Only the warrior bowed slightly, took off the heavy sword and held it in his hand, his teeth chattering. After nearly an hour of searching, they finally confirmed that something happened to their two teammates——
Clothes fragments, blood stains, and traces of explosive battles. Although I don’t know why they left or why they suddenly broke out, it is obvious that these two combat forces are no longer needed, and the enemy may have been alerted...
"I know that thieves are unreliable... thieves are unreliable, and neither is that angry guy. In short, only people from the Holy See are reliable..."
The warrior murmured in a low voice. The archer pursed his lips tightly, restraining himself from making a sound. The bishop remained silent, and finally checked the blessing spells on everyone and whispered:
"As soon as the mage passes the turning point below, take action immediately."
"yes!"
"yes!"
There was a gentle response. The forest immediately became quiet, with only the gentle sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed to a minimum. Everyone removed their eyes and glanced at the team below with their peripheral vision:
The barbarian warriors were all covered in steel armor, carrying bone clubs, looking left and right, and striding through the curves;
The mage was riding on the back of a giant deer, his shoulders were tense, and he was holding a small stick of something unknown in his hand;
The elf beauty rode a snow-white unicorn, walking lightly behind the mage, looking around. The long bow on her back was like a decoration, with no intention of taking it off.
Three steps, two steps, one step...
"[Legal Order·Shock]!"
The bishop suddenly widened his eyes and pointed downward. An invisible magic spell shot out from his hand and went straight to Gretel on the deer's back. Without waiting for confirmation of the effect, the second magic spell followed:
"[God's Punishment]!"
Grete, who was on the deer's back, suddenly raised his head. The two shields were shattered at the same time, the [Endless Ink Pen] lit up, and the [Philosopher's Rose] tie clip given by Your Excellency was pressed against the skin of his chest, and it instantly became hot... There is an enemy.
!
It's a mental attack!
"Did you react? It's not slow."
On the rocks in the distance, Archmage Philbi, who was watching from a distance with his magic, nodded with a smile.
Whether it’s relying on magic equipment, or whether someone else is using the attack spell without using magic spells, and is just busy controlling it, you can react after the opponent’s first attack, and you can barely pass...
Well, next, it depends on his fighting qualities.
As soon as Gretel slapped the Silver Moon Deer, he immediately launched the teleportation technique. However, the speed of his escape was already a little slower than the enemy's attack. A bright, bowl-thick white light struck from the air!
The ray is deflected and broken!
The repulsion shield is broken!
The radiant shield is broken!
The high mage's armor is broken!
The level 6 Divine Punishment Technique, used by the senior bishop of the Glorious Holy See, is simple and unpretentious. It looks like just a white light. However, four consecutive layers of level 3 and level 4 magic shields are like
The paper was continuously penetrated!
However, these shields are not all... [Endless Ink Pen] lights up slightly, [Mage Armor] bounces up and breaks; [Force Field Shield] triggers; [Water Wall Technique] triggers...
The protective magic weapon from the hands of the legendary mage is indeed extraordinary. Both are fourth-level spells, [Force Field Shield] withstood the Divine Punishment for a breath, and then penetrated silently; [Water Wall] has been replaced, and again
Withstood two breaths.
And within these three breaths, there was a sound of strings, accompanied by the shadow of an arrow that seemed to transcend the sound, heading straight for Gretel:
"Zheng!"
The archer's first long arrow left the bowstring. The warrior grasped the heavy sword tightly, stepped on the ground, and rushed out bravely.
However, everything was too late. Three breaths of time were enough for Cerela to react and jumped up angrily:
"Roar--"
A huge adult dragon, shining with silver light, appeared on the mountain road, with a breath of dragon's breath in front of it.
The arrow pushed forward, pushed forward, and then was wrapped in layers of extremely cold dragon breath and covered with layers of frost. When it hit the silver dragon, it had turned into a long stick.
The silver dragon scales dented slightly and then bounced back up. Sai Ruila could not move and was unscathed.
The soldier stopped urgently, but it was too late. There was a click under his feet, and a thick layer of frost was wrapped around him. He stamped his feet hard, broke away from the ice, turned around and ran away:
Damn it, Silver Dragon!
Where did the silver dragon come from!
This battle is unwinnable!
"It's pretty good. Being able to reach the top of the little silver dragon is also a victory." In the distance, Archmage Philbi nodded with a smile:
"Little Grete, let's go see you next. Don't capsize in the stinking ditch~~~"
Gretel: "..."
Gretel said nothing, jumped off the Silver Moon Deer, and filled himself with defensive spells. Then, he squatted on the spot and huddled himself into a ball:
Cerela, just fight, don't step on me!
Fortunately, the silver dragon still had some sense despite its rage. Cerela flapped its wings, rose slightly upwards, and hung about five meters in the air. The slender dragon neck turned left and right, following the direction where the offensive smell was most concentrated, and then
It's an extra dose of Dragon's Breath.
The bishop's face was ashen. He didn't know whether it was from the cold, anger, or fear:
He himself is only level 12, the warrior at the front is level 13, and the archer is level 12 - and the silver dragon in front of him looks like an adult dragon, definitely level 15 or higher!
Why does such a dragon appear here?
Whoever is responsible for inquiring about intelligence and who is responsible for compiling information should be cut to pieces! They should be wailing in the holy flame of the Lord for eternity, and wailing until the end of the world!
The white light around him disappeared, and the sacred shields were shattered layer by layer in the extremely cold dragon's breath. The bishop gritted his teeth, grabbed the rosary on his wrist, and pulled hard:
The threads running through the beads suddenly shattered. Instead of falling to the ground one after another, the beads floated, forming a three-layered ring around him. The light intertwined between the beads, forming a mysterious magic array, which actually forced the dragon's breath.
Blocked out:
"Come back! Let's go!"
He shouted loudly. This rosary was passed to him by his teacher, a 15th-level cardinal, and had been blessed by him through years of prayer. In a short period of time, blocking the attack of the silver dragon was not a problem——
The warriors and archers turned around and ran away. Three steps, two steps, one step, and they were about to hit the magic circle. Behind them, there was a sound of broken branches and broken wood, and the huge front claws of the silver dragon had already grabbed it:
"when!"
The soldier had no choice but to turn around, swing his sword, and receive a blow. Under the huge force of the shock, he vomited blood on the spot and fell backwards. Seven or eight rosary beads were pressed by his body and left the formation at an angle.
Seeing the magic circle begin to dim and shake, the bishop narrowed his eyes, took out a crown from his arms, and put it on his head viciously. The thorns under the crown pierced his skin on the spot, leaving a stream of blood.
, a white flame ignited on the top of the crown——
"Cerela! Increase! Spell attack!"
There was a shout from the mountain road. The silver dragon flapped its wings, rose again, and left the top of the treetops. At the same time, a vine emerged from the ground, swaying, climbing, and got under the bishop's skirt along his trouser legs.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The white flame suddenly extinguished, and the bishop's whole body was bent into a crotch, with his hands covering his legs, his eyes bulging out desperately. Gretel knelt on the ground with one knee, pressing the ground with one hand, and pinched between the fingers of the other hand.
Lived in two test tubes:
"[Fire·Explosion]!"
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