Gretel's cheek lines tightened, and he raised his hands, and the defensive magic was brushed out one by one. High mage armor, long-range protection, arrow loss reversal, stone skin, ray deflection, radiant shield...
Blah blah blah, I hung it up one by one for myself, Bernard, Appa and Mr. Barensimo. I still had some energy left, so I passed it on to Raton and swiped a piece of it.
The lights on several people flickered, first lighting up layer by layer, and then becoming a little restrained and disappearing. Only those with extremely keen senses could sense the serious formation of Gretel and his entourage from the fluctuations of power surrounding them.
In addition to defense, there is also offense. The oak staff in Gretel's hand has a string of light balls hung on the head, which can be shot out at any time and at any time;
Bernard tightened his grip on the big bone club, and Mr. Valensimo took out a shield, with a shield on his left and a sword on his right, and took a stance. Serira untied the long bow with interest, grunted slowly, and took out the quiver from the quiver.
He drew out a long, pretentious arrow;
Even Appa lowered his huge horns, and his hooves were digging at the ground, ready to rush forward at any time.
The attitude is extremely clear:
Get out of the way and let us go, nothing will happen; don’t get out of the way, we have the ability and determination to fight straight out!
The expressions of the great witch priests were solemn. Even if they have different power systems and cannot recognize the spells used by each other at a glance, as strong men, they can still feel the momentum and strength of Gretel and his group:
With their strength in numbers, they might be able to force the other party to stay, but maybe half of the people present would die?
The great witch priests were nervous, and the chiefs and warriors who had no ability to cast spells were even more nervous. The chiefs in the front row held wooden sticks, animal bones, long knives and bones so tightly that water could flow from the handles of the weapons.
And the wizard apprentices, warriors and ordinary warriors in the back row...
"Whoosh"
"brush"
I don’t know if it was a test with the tacit consent of the elder, or if his hands were slippery due to nervousness. In short, a sharp arrow and a cloud of gray mist rushed towards Gretel with his head covered. He failed to break through his defense.
Easily blocked by the armor around him.
Gretel's face darkened. He jumped on Appa, lowered his body, and covered himself behind the Silver Moon Deer's neck:
"Walk!"
One hand grabbed Apa's mane, and the other hand lowered down, quietly putting down a [Grease Technique]. The greasy grease spread out in a circle with him as the center, and followed closely.
, with a bang, a huge air ball exploded in front.
One by one of the great wizards who tried hard to resist the explosion, they all staggered and slid to both sides...
Apa rushed out, while Bernard and Valencimo each raised their weapons and stood beside them to protect themselves. Serira followed at the end like a leisurely pace, and with a sweep of her bow tip, she swept away several people who wanted to stop him.
Chief.
"stop!"
"stop!"
"Please stay!"
All kinds of shouts sounded from all directions. Gretel lay on the back of the Silver Moon Deer without saying a word, quietly cleaning the greasy spell under his teammates' feet. Of course, if it was under someone else's feet, forget it. If he didn't add another layer, he would be counted as one.
A good mood.
There were "bang", "bang", "boom", and "clang" all around, and Bernard's big bone club swept away all the enemies. Valensimo kept knocking away the round shield in his hand, and then swung a knife in the cold.
One step, two steps, three steps... Very good, no one has been hurt so far. They have rushed out of the two-level circle. If they rush out of the two-level circle, the people in front will not be able to stop them...
"Moo"
A huge roar shook the platform. Gretel suddenly turned his head, and in the field of vision brought by [Detection Magic], a bright brilliance rose. I'll go, guaranteed to be above level 15!!
I can't beat this guy! Even Cerela has to turn into a prototype before I can fight him!
Fortunately, the brilliance did not attack directly, but condensed and combined, turning into a huge bison. After a blink of an eye, the bison swooped down and attached to the nearest warrior in front of Gretel.
Gretel watched helplessly as the warrior roared. His whole body became thicker and his skin became darker, visibly becoming a bit like cowhide. A pair of oxhorns appeared behind him. He lowered his head and bowed.
Putting his hands on Appa's chest:
"Hey"
The Silver Moon Deer, which weighed over a ton and had already started to charge, was actually blocked by him!
"I'm going..." Gretel whispered. This thing feels several levels stronger than the power of a bull. Can it be named "Bull Possession"?
With random thoughts in his mind, he raised his hand and patted it gently, blessing Appa with [The Power of the Barbarian Bull]. The next moment, Appa stood up, contracted his two hooves, kicked out, and with a bang,
He kicked the soldier out directly.
The voice made Gretel tremble. He glanced out quickly and saw that it was okay, okay, the guy's chest didn't collapse, and there was no blood coming out of his mouth and nose. It seemed that while the [Barbarian Bull Possession] provided strength, it also provided
The thick skin of a bull?
After kicking away a bull that was blocking the road, Apa put down his front hooves and rushed out five or six positions in one breath. Large groups of ordinary warriors gathered around, and Gretel used a spider web spell on the left and a spider web spell on the right, and they were entangled in large pieces.
.
"Huh... finally out." Rushing to the bottom of the four-story mound in one breath, Grete exhaled and quickly looked back:
"People really can't be easy to talk to...hell, I'd rather take a detour next time than accept someone else's invitation!"
With a slight click of his finger, he began to summon the phantom colt, and rushed out with everyone. Before the second phantom colt appeared, the wind roared above his head, and a great witch priest, wrapped in the long wind, landed directly in front of the Silver Moon Deer.
Appa reflexively took two steps forward, raised his hoof and was about to kick him. However, the great witch priest did not dodge, but opened his arms and blocked the front with his thin body. It felt that it was not enough for Appa to step on with one hoof.
In the meditation field of vision, there was no light covering his body. Obviously, even the protection was not turned on.
Grete quickly grabbed Appa. The great witch priest looked up at him, his voice was urgent, and a series of words came out in rapid succession:
"Please calm down! We are not trying to detain you by force!"
"We just want to discuss it with you! Please listen to our request, it won't take long!"
"If you still want to leave after listening to this, I will personally send someone to guide you!"
Gretel sighed softly. He waved his hand casually, and the phantom colt that was about to condense disappeared silently and quietly. The Great Witch Festival immediately breathed a sigh of relief, drew his arms inward, and swung outwards with all his strength:
"Spread out! Everyone spread out! Don't block the way! I'll have a talk with this distinguished guest."
It's good that the other party also showed sincerity. Grete nodded slightly, jumped off the APA, and listened to the old man asking seriously:
"Guests who have come from afar, do you have any urgent matters on your way? Can we help you solve those troubles in exchange for you staying a few more days to treat the compatriots of our tribe?"
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