The huge silver dragon flaps its wings and rises.
The silver dragon's strong and powerful wings flapped, flapped, and plunged into the magic storm.
In the violent whirlpool, even high-level mages can't keep their bodies steady. Only the dragon's strong body and huge weight can withstand such airflow and fly steadily.
Grete stood at the door of the cave, looking up at the sky, watching Cerela flutter away. He clasped his hands tightly together, his nails turning white:
"Cerela, I'm sorry for putting you in danger..." the young magician murmured:
"Whenever I have a little bit of power, I will rush forward by myself, but I really have no choice..."
He watched Cerela fly higher and higher, and fly farther and farther. Suddenly she folded her wings, dived, opened her wings again, steadily caught a small black dot, and then plunged into the storm.
"Don't be reckless, don't be reckless, cooperate well with the magicians... As long as they can have a platform to cast spells stably, they are still very strong..."
Grete murmured. Then, he turned around decisively, walked back to the cave, and began to complete his part.
Put away the telescope.
Put away the observation circle.
The shielding array... The shielding array will not be put away for the time being. Gretel thought for a moment, walked out of the cave, grabbed a weed and concentrated for a moment, which spawned a large handful of grass seeds. He turned around, raised his hand, and waved into the cave.
After a while, the dry and flat cave was densely covered with weeds.
"This way they won't be able to find it."
Gretel muttered softly and walked back to the cave. The grass rustled to make way for him, opening a passage for him to put away the shielding circle and walk away:
Walk!
Head inland!
The faster you go, the better, and the farther you go, the better! As long as the enemy still has energy left and sees the flying silver dragon, he will definitely come here to investigate!
Moreover, the level of the enemies who come to investigate is definitely not low!
As Grete walked, he fluttered his hands and put on magic shields layer by layer. After putting on the shields, he took out all the magic equipment and hung them up one by one.
After everything was done and he had reached the edge of the cliff, he calmed down, looked back at the storm in the distance one last time, launched his flying technique, and jumped out.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
About to hit the mountain!
About to hit the mountain!
The powerful aftermath of the magic storm, combined with the unstable airflow in the mountains, is it so difficult to deal with?!
Why is it so difficult!
Greco stretched out his arms and fluttered vigorously. He pulled up, turned, and stopped suddenly... After a long time, he twisted and threw himself on the treetops, not daring to fly again no matter what.
"If I don't practice normally, I can't hold the Buddha's feet temporarily...Forget it, let's run underground...Phantom Pony!"
The black magic horse quietly appeared. Gretel turned on the horse, buried his head in the gray mane of the phantom colt, and pushed hard:
"Run! Phantom Pony, run inland! Along the hillside, along the valley, run as fast as possible, as far as possible"
The phantom pony lets go of its four hooves and runs at full speed. The phantom pony summoned by a level 8 mage can already adapt to all land terrains such as hillsides, woodlands, sandy areas, muddy areas, and swamps without any difficulty and without slowing down.
run.
Half virtual and half real, smoke-like hooves stepped on the ground silently, leading Gretel to run into the distance. A few hills away, two men in brown clothes leaned against a tree trunk and raised their heads.
"The target is moving."
"It has been re-locked."
"The fluctuation of the three-ring magic is slightly higher in intensity."
"It should not be far from where the dragon flew up, according to visual inspection."
"It should be a valuable target, and judging from the spell strength, it should be a target we can defeat."
Both of them are members of the Holy Knights, a ninth-level bishop and a 12th-level swordsman. When space fluctuations were heard outside Ostend, they were sent to the other side of the strait to search hard for any high-end warriors from the Kingdom of Kent.
Massive force gathering.
After searching hard for two days, I found nothing. Instead, I witnessed a legendary battle, plus a big explosion... Anyone with eyes could see that in this wave, the Holy See suffered a tragic defeat and suffered a loss of blood.
Kaleas City has been destroyed. The magic chain of the Seven Linked Cities has been completely broken. Everyone who is still alive will face the accountability of the Glory Holy City. And this accountability, with a high probability, is caused by
The tribunal conducted...
They have to do something.
In order not to be caught in the dark prison of the tribunal, they must produce valuable results!
"The target is far away from us..." The shorter, thinner man rotated the magic compass and stared closely at the light spot on the compass:
"Four miles, four and a half miles, he keeps moving! It's not very fast, Stephen, we can catch up with him!"
"He is running inland, almost in a straight line." Another tall man pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked at the compass:
"We can block him. Cali, let's take a slight detour and cut in front of him!"
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
Kali murmured a few prayers, and then a layer of white light appeared on himself and his companions. He pounced forward, grabbed the strap of Stephen's backpack, and clung to it lightly.
Stephen lowered his head, bent his knees, and rushed forward. A deep footprint appeared on the spot, and with the sound of wind, he rushed more than ten meters away.
"Quick! Speed up! We'd better get in front of him, and then set up an ambush to catch him by surprise! A well-prepared magician is much harder to beat than an unprepared magician!"
The twelfth-level swordsman ran with all his strength, and his speed was more than a step faster than a galloping horse. He ran at will on the steep hillside and passed the quiet mountain stream in one jump. On the magical compass, two light spots kept moving. Not long after, from the compass,
Look, they are almost coming together.
"We're almost catching up... we're almost catching up... Be careful and stay hidden! Stop the noise! Go to the front, find a suitable terrain to ambush, and prepare to take action!"
Kali was lying in the forest with his sword, and Stephen was half-kneeling behind him, muttering a prayer. On the compass they carried, an increasingly bright spot of light was moving quickly in the direction of the two of them.
The speed of the phantom horse is faster than that of ordinary horses. What's more rare is that it is stable. It can walk on flat ground on sloping hillsides and beside rugged creeks. And this also gives Gretel more leeway:
He closed his eyes, leaned on the horse, and tried his best to expand his perception. He listened to the blowing of the wind, the flow of the water, and resonated with the surrounding weeds, trees, birds and animals:
Which is the closest and safest way to go inland?
Are there any dangers nearby?
Are there any spies from the Glorious Holy See?
Are there any hostile beings that should not appear?
The results of the special training that he had been beaten by Old Morgan for several months finally appeared. The perception of the eighth-level nature priest unfolded, and the whole nature resonated. The woods, shrubs, and weeds all showed him the way:
Go here!
Go here!
Don't turn left! Don't turn left! There is a malicious aura on the left! Two, very strong, very close!
Gretel suddenly opened his eyes. Without saying a word, he reached back and took out a row of test tubes, holding them between his fingers. He concentrated slightly and adjusted the spell configuration:
boom!!!
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