Chapter 434

Boom!

Suddenly there was a roar, and another fiery fireball was blown to pieces. The large magic enchantment shook and reluctantly supported.

But the chief mage's face suddenly changed:

He finally realized the real purpose of the enemy!

Every court mage is a part of this large combined spell enchantment and a vital node.

As palace mages were killed and nodes were broken, the defense power of large spell enchantment became weaker and weaker. Now it has been reduced to below the legend. That fiery fireball almost shattered the enchantment!

As long as the border is broken, what they have to face is a more terrible attack. At that time, they don't know how many people will die.

Bang!

Another roar came from overhead.

The dark red skinned doomsday guard dived straight down from the high sky, curled his legs and hugged his feet with both heads, just like a meat ball falling. Relying on the impact from the sky, he ran through the magic barrier and ran into a court mage, crushing the court mage into meat putuan.

The spell enchantment is still there, but it can't stop it.

Also unstoppable is samuro.

The orc sword master charged, his blood was boiling, opened a violent posture, waved his axe blade and set off a sword blade storm. In less than 10 seconds, he hacked two ice fire guards through the hard enchanted plate armor.

The chief mage felt a chill.

Several palace mages were killed, and the large spell enchantment finally couldn't hold up and disappeared completely.

The dwarf mage with cheap eyebrows and eyes in the distance rubbed his hands in front of his chest. He looked obscene and laughed like a thief. It was also a fire explosion.

damn!

Although the fire spell doesn't consume as much mana as the Arcane spell, the fire explosion is not low. Is it higher than the Blizzard?

Even if you are a senior mage, you have released so many Mage Level spells before. Even if you use "wake up", you shouldn't have so many mana?

Can be comparable to the wizard wizard!

"I underestimate my power, you fools!"

The chief mage grimaced, and spell scrolls appeared, rotating around him, at least a dozen.

Various lights shine, and the scrolls are activated one by one.

The ice crystals all over the sky condensed and turned into thousands of ice spikes, covering the whole Haihuang. This is a "Snowstorm".

Hundreds of Arcane Missiles streaked purple streamers, like guided missiles, automatically looking for targets and chasing samuro, Doomguard and Milhouse;

Ice arrows and fireballs whirled and danced, layers of Mage Armor and ice body protection appeared, and ice dragons spit out breath and dragon breath.

Centered on the court mage, it has become a magic paradise within 100 feet.

Red, white, blue, purple, all kinds of magic auras complement each other, gorgeous and incomparable.

What is hidden in this brilliance is killing opportunities step by step.

Archmages are not terrible, nor are senior archmages.

Senior master krypton king is terrible!

The spell scroll activated by the court mage within 30 seconds, so many mages, can be comparable to a standard 100 mage group, or three or four senior mages at the same time.

"Little sister Azeroth, big sister magic goddess... Money is great? I can't afford it. Can't I hide?"

Milhouse stared at the court mage with "envy, jealousy and hatred", and wanted to learn from the old blind and give the hated guy a "salted fish stab".

The main reason is that he has never been a rich man. Even when Azeroth took risks, he never had many spell scrolls on hand. Therefore, there is a resentment from the depths of his blood for the krypton King mage who doesn't know how many spell scrolls.

This made him regret that when he ran away from home, he left all the money to millificant. Millificant was mainly in charge of the money. He couldn't steal it if he wanted to

Resentment returns to resentment. You still have to run.

Milhouse blinked, disappeared and "flashed" to a room 80 feet away to avoid the attack.

On the other hand, the doomsday guard picked up samuro and flew to the sky, but he still couldn't escape a fireball, three ice arrows and seven Arcane Missiles. Half of his wings were destroyed, one arm was almost broken, and his whole body was injured. The flowing blood stained his body green and shook and fell.

Samuro blocked more damage, but fortunately he didn't die.

The phantom flickered, and a layer of "shadow cloak" blocked all damage. Van Clive did not dodge and continued to reap the life of the palace mage.

When more ice and fire guards came and he had to disappear again, there were only five palace mages alive.

There are more than 30 ice fire guards left.

The war is terrible!

The court master sneered and activated several spell scrolls again. Layers of spell boundaries appeared, and spell alarms were inserted everywhere to cover the living people.

It's safe!

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the dimension ring and found that the spell scroll consumed half of its blood.

These things are not for nothing!

So many add up to tens of thousands of gold coins, which is worth an epic equipment.

The key is that the materials are rare and the production is difficult. It has been on stock for more than ten years. Of course, we should save some money.

Now it's safe. Naturally, you can't use the spell scroll. You can cast the spell directly.

Take out the staff and arcane Scripture again, turn to a page, input mana and cast spells.

However, before he could cast the spell, he suddenly flashed.

It's not people shaking, it's ships shaking.

The sea surged, the big waves rolled over, and the tens of feet high waves beat the deck of the Haihuang. The water curtain covered everyone's sight. A pair of red hands grabbed the side of the ship and climbed up.

When the waves fell, the blood red fins first came into view, and then the blue head as big as a house.

This is a fish man, a super giant fish man dozens of times larger than ordinary fish.

On the head of the fish man, there is a man standing.

"Master Norman, long time no see."

Gao Wen smiled and leaned slightly: "for the sake of your kindness to me when I was a child, leave here. Otherwise, you can't go!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound and a muffled hum, sir Eckert knelt on his legs, and his knees wrapped in alloy heavy armor smashed through the magic reinforced deck.

His helmet rolled to one side, and the knight's sword was inserted into the wooden wall not far away. I don't know how many wounds were on his whole body. Blood dripped down his hands and chin, and a sword crossed his neck.

"You lost, sir Eckert, my brother."

Lancelot's voice was flat: "the equipment is luxurious, the martial arts skills are sparse, the means are not fierce enough, and the action is not decisive enough. You have missed three opportunities to seriously hurt me. Eckert, in the years on the sea emperor, how many times have you... Taken a sword? Are you still a soldier?"