Chapter 903: The battle is over, what reward do you want?
Gretel was not nervous when the shadow came down.
The wind, the biting mountain wind, the wind blowing through the treetops, had already told him:
Something, something extremely large and powerful, flew over at extremely fast speed from behind him, from where the salty wind blew.
Who else could it be?
Grete even had time to tidy up her appearance.
Well, your hair should not be too messy. Quickly brush off the blades of grass on your front. Are your knees and trouser legs stained with dust? Do a quick cleaning...
Of course, various defensive spells cannot be forgotten. [High Mage Armor], put it on, [Protection Remote], put it on, [Force Field Barrier], and get ready...
If not for anything else, just because what if Cerela crushes him when she rushes down?
Even if it doesn't crush him, it doesn't crush the flowers, plants, and surrounding trees, and then it falls down and hits him, he will still be miserable!
The sound of the wind was heavy. Gretel's hair, clothes, and surrounding leaves were all swaying wildly. The dust and pebbles kicked up by the horse's hooves were directly picked up by the strong wind, and even flew in front of the horse.
"Gretel!"
Above his head, clear and bright shouts fell happily. Gretel raised his head in response, and in his field of vision, a huge shadow swooped down and disappeared in a flash.
"I'm here!"
Fluttering and swaying, the silver dragon turned into a girl at the last moment, using the feather fall technique to offset the dive speed, and gently tapped the phantom colt's back with its toes.
Grete rolled her eyes from an angle she couldn't see.
"Serila...don't rush so fiercely next time...what if you don't have time to change back..."
"Hehe... I saw you brushed your armor!" The silver dragon girl said confidently:
"The high mage's armor protects against pressure and long-range projectiles. That ink pen of yours, Gretel, at least has a force field barrier, right? It must be fine!"
"cough……"
There was an unbearable cough from above. Gretel suddenly turned around, quickly reined in the phantom horse, and bowed his head respectfully. He was a little confused for a moment, not knowing whether to cancel the mount:
"teacher……"
The teacher, senior brother and senior sister were floating in the sky together, looking at him.
The Lord of Thunder was expressionless, Senior Brother Byerbo's face was a little dark, and as for Senior Sister, she was winking at him from an angle that was invisible to Senior Brother...
Senior sister, what do you want to say?
Without telepathy, I can’t get it!
Gretel quickly turned his brain, and finally did not cancel the Phantom Pony, lest the teacher scold him for wasting magic again. He jumped off the horse, raised his face, respectfully, and greeted him affectionately:
"Teacher! Senior brothers and sisters! You are all here!"
"Can we not come?" Archmage Baierbo's face was still very ugly, and his bald head was covered with a layer of blackness in the sun:
"You've already sent Cerela out, can't we come quickly?"
"Well……"
Gretel shrunk his neck and glanced at Cerela secretly. The silver dragon girl held her head high and her face looked as proud as possible. Gretel let out a slight sigh:
"Serila, are you okay? Are you not in danger?"
"Of course I'm fine!" The silver dragon girl raised her chin as hard as she could. The next moment, the Lord of Thunder spoke softly:
"She rushed into the storm and rescued more than one mage in danger. A brave girl."
"That's~ hum..."
Serila raised her head even higher. The Lord of Thunder continued:
"But it's a bit reckless to let her leave your side, Gretel. I saw that you moved your position and a fight broke out?"
Grete secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly reported:
"Yes, the movement of Cerela flying out was too obvious. I felt that I couldn't stay where I was, so I walked all the way inland..."
The Lord of Thunder listened silently. He returned to his expressionless look, but when Gretel talked about the location of the first battle, he flicked out a huge blanket:
Grete climbed up very wisely. The flying carpet floated over the forest tops, carrying a group of five people, flying back and forth quietly, pointing accurately to the place where the first battle took place.
"Teacher...have you been watching from the sky?"
Gretel asked the question. The Lord of Thunder looked forward, motionless, as if he had not heard. But Senior Brother Byerbo replied a little impatiently:
"A blind man can't see such a big movement! Use your brain!"
Well……
Gretel shrank his neck again. Diagonally across from him, the senior sister smiled softly:
"Little Gretel, don't blame your senior brother. When we saw the explosion, we were all heartbroken. Cerela flapped her wings desperately and put her own safety first next time. Do you hear me?"
Senior sister, when you say these words, please don’t smile so sinisterly...
Gretel trembled secretly. In order not to worry his teachers and senior brothers and sisters, he stiffened his neck and argued hard:
"I won! One against two, one was a level 12 swordsman, the other was a magician, I don't know how many levels, it shouldn't be much lower than him... I killed both of them! No matter how strong the one was,
It shouldn’t slip through easily, right?”
"Tell me."
The Lord of Thunder suddenly interrupted.
Gretel quickly turned his head and reported the battle process. The Lord of Thunder listened silently, with no change in his expression, eyes, or breathing rhythm. He only made a faint comment from time to time during his report:
"The combat ideas are too rigid."
"The beating was too cautious... Standing still, huddled in a turtle shell and being beaten is a joke."
"Improper combination of defensive magic... You must not lose your perception of the outside world at any time."
"You should at least throw debuffs at the enemy... Spider Web? Grease? Ice Wind? Can't think of any?"
"Why don't you use teleportation to distance yourself? Keep moving, changing directions, and pulling away, that's how a mage should play!"
One sentence after another, Grete's head was cut into pieces. After listening to all the fighting process, the flying carpet had floated over the battlefield and was patrolling in a circle. The two brothers and sisters used spells at will to remove all the remaining objects of the enemy.
Collect them and put them in front of the teacher.
The Lord of Thunder looked at them one by one, even the light golden arm bone presented by Gretel, and his expression became slightly brighter:
"It's not too bad. If you practice more in the future, if you make one more of these mistakes, a real master with a lower level than you will kill you!"
Gretel Weiwei. The Lord of Thunder looked him up and down and finally relaxed:
"This war is finally over. You contributed a lot, including the final legendary battle, and your ideas were used in several small places. In the past few days, think carefully about what rewards you need to help you
Let’s advance to level 9 mage.”
Grete let out a long sigh of relief. Just as he relaxed, he immediately had a strange look on his face:
"teacher……"
"Um?"
"I think I'm going to advance now..."
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