Chapter 1406

"There are many obstacles!"

While fully retreating, Ron waved his wand and cast an obstacle spell, blocking the "human fireball" running towards him.

In fact, if the other party didn't have the magic flame of the fierce fire bottle, his spell might stop it for a while. But now, when the terrible blue flame touched the power of the obstacle spell, it immediately consumed its magic.

In two or three seconds, before Ron stepped back, he saw that the black wizard wrapped in fire had got rid of the invisible resistance and ran again.

"Ah --"

Perhaps it was the pain of being burned by the devil's flame that made him howl while running, as if it could make him a little easier.

"Why bother? This guy... Doesn't even want his life for that Haier Bo?"

Ron obviously didn't understand the mania of the black wizard. But in such a critical situation, he had no leisure to be confused about such things.

"Go!"

This time, Ron finally didn't read out the spell when casting the spell, because what he wanted to use now was just a floating spell.

"Bang!"

A prayer chair beside the aisle was lifted by magic and smashed at each other.

But to be honest, he just wanted to force the other party to block the chair, thinking he would buy more time to step back. But who knows, the chair actually hit the other party's forehead accurately, directly threw it back and fell to the ground.

"Huh?"

Ron was stunned and stopped for a moment.

Because he saw that the chair not only really hit the guy, but also the other party didn't even get up in time after he looked up to the bottom.

In the blue flame's package, the other party twitched slightly on the ground, struggled a few times, and then suddenly disappeared.

"Burned?" Ron said to himself in amazement. "I'll tell you! Playing like this will really kill you - can ordinary people resist what Marca has developed?"

But before his voice fell, the light from the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the change at the door. It can be seen that the flames scattered on the ground over there have begun to weaken, and I'm afraid they will be completely extinguished soon.

Run! If you don't run at this time, do you still wait for those black wizards to rush in in groups?

Without thinking any more, he turned his head and threw away his legs and ran straight to the stairs.

However, the flame of the fierce fire bottle went out much faster than he thought. When the magic power of the flame was completely consumed, the fire changed from prosperity to decline in a blink of an eye, and disappeared completely in a few seconds.

At the next moment, the black wizards who had been waiting impatiently outside the door immediately poured into the church.

Just now, the fierce fire bottle burned several of their companions. They didn't say it. When they tried to eliminate the fire in the way with other spells, none of them succeeded. Until now, their hearts have accumulated a stomach of anger.

So now that they have a chance, why don't they try their best to give Ron a good look?

When Ron ran halfway down the stairs, he saw that a black wizard had come to the aisle in the middle of the church and waved his wand at his side.

"Boom!"

An explosion exploded on the handrail of the stairs Ron had just run through, and a gap was blown out along with the stairs. The sudden explosion was so close that a cold sweat came out behind Ron.

He didn't look back because he knew that all he could do now was "run as fast as possible".

Unfortunately, it is obvious that things happen from time to time. At the moment, Ron just hoped that he could run up to the second floor and talk about other things. However, fate seemed to be playing a trick on him, making him unable to achieve such a small wish.

"Bang! Bang -"

When the second and third explosion spells fell on the stairs one after another and blew the stairs one after another, he only felt a tremor under his feet.

The next second, I heard a "click", and the excessive damage made the stair structure collapse instantly. In a rumble, Ron felt his feet suddenly empty before he had time to continue running.

The stairs are collapsing!

"Drink!"

At that moment, he drank subconsciously, grabbed the remaining stone steps in front of him in time, and hung himself in mid air.

Although it's hard to climb up, it's better than falling directly - the black wizards below are gathering here!

In this case, Ron suspended in the air suddenly became a live target.

"Bang."

He reluctantly waved his wand and blocked a particularly accurate spell. But perhaps because the range of action was a little larger, he grabbed the left hand of the stairs and slid some coldly.

At this time, if he falls, don't say whether he will fall or not. Even if he can land and stand firm, he will face the siege of the black wizard.

"Damn it!"

Another spell pointed to Ron's place. When the fire was about to touch his body, he saw him raise his staff again. This time, he finally failed to get away with it as he did just now.

"Boom!"

Even though he tried to resist the explosion, he still felt a burning pain in his arm holding the stick. The flame of the explosion burned his whole arm. As soon as he ate the pain, he grabbed the left hand of the broken ladder. It was difficult to grasp it firmly, and suddenly he loosened.

"Ah --"

Ron let out a low cry. The feeling of falling made him forget even the burning pain on his arm for a while, and then he slammed into the rubble on the ground.

Needless to say, it was all the broken bricks and stones that fell down after the ladder was blown up just now.

"Er..."

If you have to say, in fact, Ron didn't fall much, but the stones under him broke several of his ribs. Now lying on the ground, even breathing became very painful.

But even though he had experienced the burning of the flame and the pain of fracture, his severely burned right hand still clung to his wand and didn't fall from beginning to end.

"Thunderbolt... Explosion..."

Ron, who was badly hurt, bit his teeth, raised his head, waved his wand and read the spell. Maybe it was because his breathing was unstable and disrupted the rhythm, or his burned right hand trembled slightly because of pain. His explosion curse couldn't be released.

"Are you dying?"

He didn't succeed in casting the spell. The black wizards who surrounded him quickly all looked different and pointed their wands at him, and the tips of some of them had lit up the brilliance of magic reaction.

Then he saw a fiery flame coming straight to his face.

"Die!"