Chapter 874: Little Gretel, what trophy do you want?
"Sister!"
Grete was surprised and happy. He let out a cry, let out a long sigh, and his whole body collapsed:
Thank God, senior sister is here! Serila will not be injured!
He let out a breath, hanging limply on the silver dragon's claws, and his whole body went limp. Archmage Philbi stepped into the void, nodded gently and smiled:
"Well done, little Grete Cerira, how are you? Are you injured?"
As he spoke, he lowered his hand, opened it, and grasped it. Thousands of lightning burst out from his fingertips, condensed into threads, and moved downwards.
Gretel looked along her fingertips and saw thousands of silver lightnings condensing into two light cocoons. One light cocoon lay flat on the ground, motionless, as if the person inside had fainted;
The other light cocoon stood straight up, a little bumpy and convex, and kept changing its shape. Gretel guessed that it was probably the spell caster, and he still wanted to struggle?
Why bother?
Why bother?
Senior sister is here, you can't stand still...
Gretel clicked his tongue and shook his head. The wind was howling above, Cerela flapped her wings twice, slowly lowered him to the ground, and returned to her human form:
"I'm fine..."
The silver dragon girl pouted, a little angry, and looked unconvinced. Archmage Philbi smiled and patted her in the air:
"Okay, okay. Our little princess did a good job in not killing that guy in the end, just to protect Gretel from getting hurt first, right? If you were alone, you would have killed them long ago, right?
?”
"That's right!"
The silver dragon girl suddenly held her head up high. Archmage Fairbi smiled and said:
"So Cerela is very good at fighting, but she doesn't have enough experience and hasn't seen enough big moves. Next time you see her, you'll know how to deal with it, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
Cerela nodded vigorously. Archmage Philbi glanced at Grete who was hesitant to speak, and said slowly:
"The luminous arrow just now was the result of the 12th-level glorious bishop condensing his entire life's energy and sacrificing the body, soul and will of another person of the same level. With the help of the magic weapon, he communicated with the core of their beliefs and triggered a downgraded version of the divine descent.
Technique."
"That……"
Gretel blurted out two words, then stopped them immediately. After thinking about it, thousands of words were condensed into one sentence:
"Level 13? Level 14?"
"It can reach level 14." Archmage Philby felt the light arrow leaping in her hand. Even if it was covered by a thunder and lightning cage, it was still rushing left and right, constantly struggling:
"You definitely won't be able to catch it, Serira. Next time, remember not to use your wings to catch it."
"oh……"
Cerela nodded a little frustrated. The archmage looked at the two little guys, and then at the barbarian lying on the back of the Silver Moon Deer, trembling every step, and finally crawling back to where he was, with a smile in his eyes:
"Okay, we fought really well this time. Come on, little Gretel, Serira, and you guys, what trophies do you want?"
"ah?"
Gretel was stunned for a moment. What? Divide the spoils? Senior sister, you killed everyone, you even saved a few of us, and you still have the spoils to share with us?
Senior sister, you are so kind to us!
Archmage Philby pursed her lips and chuckled. She raised her hand slightly, "plop", "plop", and two corpses fell on the ground. At the same time, the nearby light cocoon dispersed and turned into thousands of electric lights that fell into her palms.
Only a few thick electric lights were left to form chains, locked on the soldier, and juxtaposed with the other two corpses:
"Come on, come on, pick any one of these three corpses."
"Why are there two more?!"
Gretel's voice almost broke. Just kidding, there are three of them, they are already fighting each other, and there is danger everywhere. If there are two more, and the senior sister doesn't come, won't he die here?!
"Because there are originally five." Archmage Philbi looked at the little junior brother who was about to jump, and smiled playfully:
"You don't think that they came to you because there was a loophole in their defense, right? Originally, the council used you to make a trap, kill a few of them, and give them a warning. Then, you will be clean around you.
."
She raised her head slightly and sneered across the coast:
"From this point of view, even if you haven't done anything today, you should still get a share. Come on, pick one, drag it back and dissect it? Or sell it to Black Crow Swamp in exchange for other resources?"
Grete shuddered and shook his head desperately. To be honest, if it were the Black Crow Swamp, where there were rows of corpses that had been frozen hard for many years, he would be willing to drag them back to the Mage Tower as a reserve for the general teacher.
However, those people had just come to kill him, especially since the soldier was still alive a few minutes ago, so he was asked to drag him back and kill him...
It was better not to give up. This style of "beating people to death and then immediately dragging them back for dissection" reminded him of a certain notorious army, and he really couldn't do it.
The Archmage sighed regretfully. Little Gretel really had some inexplicable moral persistence and inexplicable soft-heartedness. He even refused to drag the body back and sell it to Black Crow Swamp.
However, perhaps because of this, he will always receive more preference and care. After all, whoever deals with him does not have to worry about being sold one day:
"Okay, then do you want this sword? Give it to Bernard? Such a heavy weapon is just right for him..."
The soldier's heavy sword floated up inexplicably, and moved towards their direction at a steady and slow speed. Looking at the electric light flashing on the heavy sword, Gretel could determine two things without using his brain:
1. The iron content in this heavy sword, or the content of iron group metals, is very high;
2. Senior sister has definitely mastered the magnetic levitation technology! Absolutely!
The heavy sword floated close to the ground and landed silently. Grete looked at Bernard. Bernard squatted down and held the hilt of the sword, then raised the weight of the heavy sword and bowed respectfully.
:
"Thank you, Your Excellency Archmage. But this weapon is not suitable for me."
He straightened up and held the bone stick on his back with his backhand:
"For me, a big-boned stick is better."
Archmage Philby hummed, indicating that she understood, and did not try to persuade her any further. She grabbed it casually, and the cocoon of light cracked open in the distance, and a long bow flew out from the distance:
"Where's Cerela? Do you want this bow?"
"...I don't really like it."
Serila only glanced at it and then looked away. Archmage Philbi glanced at the long bow behind her. Although it was just for show, it was also hollowed out, carved, inlaid with gems, and decorated with no lack of decoration.
Well, the bows and arrows that the Dragon Clan likes are really not like this...
She didn't feel dissatisfied. With a flick of her hand, all the corpses and weapons on the ground were taken back into space equipment and disappeared. With another grab, the light cocoon in the distance was pulled to her side along with the warrior lying on the ground:
"You can't handle the rest. I'll take it back and work with several other schools to strip out their valuable things, calculate the price, and share it with you later. Little Gretel, don't worry!"
"No rush, definitely no rush!"
Grete nodded like nothing. Not to mention wanting to divide him again, even if he didn't, it was natural. The senior sister had worked hard to follow him for so long and helped deal with the biggest danger. Shouldn't she give him the spoils?
Take them all?
He didn't care, and Cerela didn't care even more. The silver dragon girl stared into the depths of the woods, angrily, clenching her fists. It was obvious that she was still thinking about the battle just now, how to fight more cleanly and win the chance.
Bigger...
Archmage Philby saw their reactions in her eyes, smiled slightly, stepped on the void, and flew upwards. When she reached the top of the tree, she suddenly lowered her head and raised her voice:
"Little Gretel, you have to be careful from now on. Remember to change your appearance and let Cerela change her appearance too. Can Bernard and White Deer become smaller? In short, don't get caught when running outside!
"
"good……"
Grete agreed with a grimace. It was terrible. Although the magic of Disguise was only a level 1 magic in the illusion system, it was easy to learn but difficult to master. He had memorized the spell model a long time ago, but he had to use it on himself.
He hasn’t used it much!
She asked him to put makeup on herself, and the look she made was terrifying. Her body shape, appearance, and the whole thing were changed using magic? Gretel tried it once, and the effect was very beautiful, which was about the same as walking into a funny mirror...
And Apa, how to make Apa smaller? The characteristics of such a big deer are too obvious. It would be great if it could be transformed into an ordinary-sized horse... But he has never practiced the animal reduction technique!
He has always been afraid of spells such as [Giant Enlargement] and [Reduction]! During the Enlargement Technique, how does the mass increase? What is used to fill it? Do the organs and blood vessels also increase?
During the reduction surgery, where does the reduced mass go? Are the internal organs and bones compressed tightly, or are they partially hidden?
Ask him to imagine, and he has no clue; ask him to dissect, and he dare not dissect the subject under the influence of the spell, which requires vivisection!
He can't do it!
Archmage Philby threw the problem to his junior brother and left in the air. He returned to Nevis, divided the loot according to the inherent procedures, and took out the magic equipment. The body, the soul, the anatomy that should be dissected, and the imprisonment that should be imprisoned.
Then, the archmage carried part of the bishop's body and relics, especially the parts that could prove his personal identity, and rushed directly into the battlefield. Thousands of lightning lights around him opened and closed like flowers, directly tearing open the light curtain of the sacred magic circle:
"McCollion!"
Her clear voice echoed on the battlefield. The explosions below were like thunder, and arrows were like rain, but they could not suppress the voice of Archmage Philby:
"I'll give you the killer's body back! I'll set up a little trap and you'll just rush in with your head down. The council thanks you for your contribution!"
He raised his hand, and a shriveled head, wrapped in half a broken robe, fell lightly. It fell into the Royal Army camp and exploded on the spot. The ground was covered with mines and slurry, and the knights beside the camp exploded loudly.
Call:
"Next time, remember it. If you want to fight, we'll meet you on the battlefield. Don't think about assassination every day!"
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