Chapter 1050

Did the letter sent by Willie's father to Marca really just want to convey the message that she was enough to deal with the Basilisk?

No, of course not.

A snake monster alone will not pose a threat to the brova family leader who has the inheritance of ancient summoning, even if it is obviously unusual.

On this point, not only Mr. brova himself is fully confident, but even Maka knows it. After all, he had personally fought with this man in the underground vault of the dark spirit Pavilion.

So what exactly is what Bulova wants to tell Maka through that urgent letter and "rest assured"?

As for this, the answer is already obvious.

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Not long after aginbad, who was missing an arm and blind, arrived at brova fort, he was in the foothills of the Monaco border.

The capable witch with short hair suddenly raised her head and glanced at the opposite air - in that direction, a red light sprang up and twinkled with eye-catching brilliance.

"It seems that the Basilisk wants to break through again... Two people stay here, and the others close their eyes and go with me!"

Before the voice fell, the short haired witch suddenly flashed and moved away with the distorted phantom of space. The other companions disappeared one by one according to her command, and finally only two people were on alert here.

At the next moment, figures appeared one after another on the hillside at the other end.

It can be seen that in order to prevent them from facing the immediate death sight of the Basilisk as soon as they appeared, they all resolutely closed their eyes. Only the short haired witch opened her eyes, but as soon as she appeared, she lowered her eyes and only looked at the grass in front of her.

Obviously, because the whole team almost fell into a poisonous fog last time, she won't be fooled again this time.

"Is everything all right?"

According to the surrounding sound, we can know that the snake monster has indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous fog.

And a team of wizards left here by their own side, in order to maintain the formation with their eyes closed, most of them stood in place as far as possible and cast magic spells to contain the basilisk. There was only one person, who was lying on the grass, motionless, and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

After hearing the short haired witch's inquiry, it was probably a strong man of the team leader who immediately said:

"Vincent fell down, probably accidentally saw the eyes of the Basilisk... Everyone else is fine. He hasn't been hurt yet."

Although the answer was decisive and quick, after all, a companion died on the spot, and the strong man's tone was more or less with some regret and sadness.

"Well," the witch answered, and then said, "come on, even if you can't kill it at present, it's still possible to hurt it... If it's bad, you'll drive it back to the poison fog."

"Yes!"

At the time of their simple communication, other companions threw several magic spells at the snake monster again, and the explosion sound and impact sound came and went one after another.

Unfortunately, just because there is no way to confirm whether the snake monster has been hurt, it is difficult for them to judge the more accurate situation of the war.

At this stage, I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with using the word "blind beating".

And just a few minutes after the Wizards cast spells and tried to suppress the basilisk, a stronger vibration than just now made the short haired witch immediately shout:

"Be careful, it's approaching!"

This time, the Basilisk may have found that the short haired witch didn't completely close her eyes, so it didn't do it again, but chose to forcibly attack the encirclement here.

At this moment, if someone dares to look directly at its body, he will find that the previous offensive spells have not really hurt its body at all. At best, it left some deep and shallow marks on its hard skin with strong magic resistance.

To be honest, although a series of larger magical creatures such as snake monsters and fire dragons also use some natural magic, they prefer to rely on their powerful bodies to fight with their enemies in the end.

Aware that the Basilisk is approaching quickly, the Wizards present resist the impulse to retreat and catch the moving path of the Basilisk as much as possible.

They knew that if they couldn't help running back, it would be even more difficult to confirm the location of the basilisk. At that time, there will be nothing to do but compete with your peers who can run faster.

For a moment, the wizards who judged the location of the snake monster one by one cast spells, some hit and some failed. Fortunately, the Basilisk is very big. It can hit the target in most cases.

However, it is difficult to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks can produce. All they know is that the moving speed of the Basilisk does not seem to be reduced, but becomes faster and faster.

Is it not effective at all? Or is it because you irritated each other?

At the moment when the leading short haired witch was preparing to let everyone retreat temporarily, a thick long tail suddenly appeared from the corner of her eyes and quickly pulled towards her position.

She didn't have time to think about it. At that time, she took the initiative to bend over and lie down. The impact when her forehead hit the ground shook her a little dizzy, but she still clenched her teeth and kept herself awake.

The second she fell to the ground, the tail almost roared close to her back, and the fierce air even moved her body a few inches to the side.

If it falls on the body, I'm afraid it will be pulled into a broken sack on the spot.

"Move! Move back!" she shouted, glancing behind her. It seemed that someone was coming this way. She hurriedly said again, "leave me alone! This is an order!"

If you want to blame her, you should blame her for standing too far ahead - although this is mainly to guard against the poisonous fog for her companions, it's really inappropriate for a commander to stand so far ahead.

She misjudged this time.

In a hurry, the tail that had just been thrown laterally seemed to pull from above to her crawling position. As the roar approached, she hurriedly closed her eyes and rolled to one side.

Even if it's too late, you have to try, don't you?

But at this moment, there was a deafening roar in the air, and the short haired witch felt her waist tight.

When she came back, she found that she had been pulled aside by a magic.

"Bang!"

The tail of the Basilisk fell on the place where the short haired witch had just been, and a crack appeared on the ground.

Then, the short haired witch felt a hot wave approaching from the air, baking her as if the tip of her hair would be lit.

"Leave them all and leave it to me... In addition, this can be used to ignite and eliminate the poisonous fog and use it in the direction of spread."

"Master!"

The short haired witch quickly got up and looked back. At first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of incomparably hot flames.

But the flying dragon flashed its huge wings and hung steadily behind the owner of Bulova's house. Where it is located, the grass is scorched and burned. If you stay longer, I'm afraid a mountain fire is inevitable.

On the other hand, the Basilisk may instinctively feel the great threat of the flame flying dragon and retreat to the vicinity of the poisonous fog in the twinkling of an eye. It seems that as long as there is a slight change here, it will turn around and run away.

The smarter creatures are, the less they like to fight hard. At this time, facing the flying dragon with great deterrence, even if it knows that it may not be an opponent, it will never want to fight head-on with the other party.

Unnecessary damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

"Master, don't you want to stay in the family? Over the castle..."

"There's a housekeeper over there," Boulevard said casually as he threw a small bottle in his hand to the short haired witch. "Moreover, just now, President aginbad of the International Federation of wizards suddenly visited the castle. I asked him to take someone to guard around the castle."

The witch took the little bottle and didn't look at it for the time being. She was just a little confused and said:

"That Mr. aginbad... No problem?"

However, instead of directly answering her questions, Bulova reminded her:

"The one in your hand is called the 'fierce fire bottle', which is a work that Mr. McLean has sold abroad. The effect is trustworthy. You can go there in a moment and just smash it on the ground in the poisonous fog."

After explaining the usage, he waved at the other party.

"And Mr. aginbad, who is also recognized by Mr. McLean, I think he is equally trustworthy... Go! Go and clean up the poison fog and don't let it spread to Muggle towns outside."

After a long stay, the family wizards evacuated here with the short haired witch. When they saw brova, they didn't look at the direction of the basilisk, but directly sideways and waved their hands.

In an instant, the flame flying dragon that had hovered behind him suddenly rose up, and then spun to dive at a high speed to the snake monster.

"Roar -"

A dragon roared, accompanied by a flame, and the dragon breath spewed out. Before it rushed near the snake monster, it first fell to the high head of the snake monster.

As previously expected, the snake monster turned over and wanted to drill into the poisonous fog, with amazing speed. Just in the blink of an eye, Longxi didn't catch up, but mercilessly roasted the land where it was originally located into a piece of coke.

However, although the dragon breath of the flame flying dragon also swept some poisonous fog, the latter still had no change, as if they had not touched at all.

However, the flame flying dragon won't care about the poisonous fog. As long as the master's order remains unchanged, even if the enemy gets into the sea, it will plunge decisively.

As soon as the two sides escaped and pursued, they both got into the poison fog in a few seconds and disappeared.

Until this time, brova turned his head and looked into the poisonous fog. He was silent and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.