Chapter 517

The biggest weakness of witches is not their youth and inexperience, but their physical strength is not good. Their physical quality is only the level of ordinary people. Only with the help of magic can they do things beyond ordinary people. The speed with which they wave their wands, their ability to judge and react to their surroundings, and the speed with which their legs move, are not enhanced.

Therefore, Zhao Mai has no doubt about defeating them.

The thick trunk delineates an area, and the vines grow and climb along the ground, along the trunk, and from all directions above the head. These vines are not aggressive, they are just sticky on the surface. They can easily stick to other things, especially wood products. The wizard waved his wand, issued a burst or impact spell, and forced the vine to retreat. They have achieved good results, but they also know that if they stay within the scope of the vine, they will eventually be entangled and lose the ability to move.

"Climb up, Mike's up there!" A wizard is waving a magic wand on his head, leading to a whirling air stream, trying to lift himself up. But the air attracted the vines, pulled more than ten at once, and entangled himself first. No bark of the wet vine along his legs up winding, like a python like, dead bound in it. A little vine came up, touched his wand and glued the stick away.

"Be careful, these vines will stick to the wand!" The brave entangled man can't move any more. He is still thinking about his comrades in arms. It's very touching. During the raid, the United Nations army formed a tacit understanding. They covered each other, blasted the road by constantly issuing the popping curse, and then began to climb up the tree trunk with obvious slope.

"That's right. I found this easy trunk so soon." Zhao Mai stood on the back of the Colossus and looked down with an oblique eye: "but it's still too young. Everything that looks beautiful may be a trap. It's possible to win without bleeding, and it's absolutely impossible not to get involved."

After concentrating most of the witches on this road, Zhao Mai waved his wand and recited magic words in his heart. All magic spells are not read to the opponent. They are just a way to communicate with magic energy. In this case, they are a way to communicate with wands. As long as the wand can understand and hear, it's enough. The Wizards of Atlantis can only see Zhao Mai's mouth moving, but they can't tell what he is saying. They saw the vines gathering behind the witches, wriggling down the tree trunk at the same time, attacking them on both sides.

Zhao Mai stood at the top of the inclined trunk, shining like a bait. The wizard grabs the protrusion on the tree trunk with one hand, and constantly fires a burst curse at Zhao Mai, removes your weapons and falls to the ground faintly. Zhao Mai then waves his magic wand to defend himself. Magic spells collide in mid air, producing flashes, sparks and loud noises. Zhao Mai looks shaky and in danger, but after a few rounds of magic, he still stands in the same place, looking at the wizards with a smile on his face.

"I won't play with you any more. I'm going to catch those who run away." Zhao maimeng stamped his foot. Urged by the natural force, the speed of vines doubled instantly and rushed into the middle of the witches. It's hard for them to get rid of the vines even when they stand on the flat ground, let alone keep their balance with one hand. Only a few wizards were smart enough to gather together and cover each other back to back, which kept pushing back the vines. But the real threat is always Zhao Mai.

He uses his psionic shaping ability to create two smooth plates on the sole of his feet, and then he rushes down the slippery surface of the vine. Knowing that this was the last chance, the witches launched incantations one after another, but most of them were dodged by Zhao Mai. Two sorcerers from France took a deep breath. Knowing that it was impossible to fight at random, they calmed down. Instead of paying attention to the climbing vines, they focused on Zhao Mai's moving track. When they wait for Zhao Mai to cast his magic, it must be a time when the wizard's mobility is the worst.

"Nothing can be forgotten!" Zhao Mai's skateboard shoes rub on the tree trunk, and the magic wand is like a monster's paw to harvest the wizard's memory. Not all witches can master the brain blocking mantra. Even if they master it, they may not be able to resist Zhao Mai's powerful forgetting mantra. Every time the white light flashed, there would be a wizard who didn't know what he was doing and was captured by the vine and took away his wand.

Zhao Mai rushed closer and closer, and the mantra of forgetting everything was blooming everywhere. Two French sorcerers saw the opportunity and made a tacit move at the same time: "the ultimate blast curse!"

A brilliant fire burst on Zhao Mai's body, the rising smoke covered his vision, and the trunk was blown out of a hole. The power of this kind of magic is close to the attack of artillery. Two witches attack at the same time. They believe that no one can resist it. The broken pieces of wood turned into burning thorns and flew around. Many witches around the explosion site were also affected. Many wounds were stabbed on their bodies, howling and bleeding. "We are friends! What to do with such powerful magic

"Yes, what do you do with such powerful magic?" Zhao Mai waves his hand to disperse the smoke and appears in front of the crowd unharmed. In fact, he also suffered a little injury, but when the smoke shrouded, the damage to his clothes was repaired, and the wound of his body was healed by treatment. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to fight back. He still followed the original rhythm and came to the nearest wizard, "it's nothing to forget!"The two French witches looked at each other, nodded and waved their wands. Zhao Mai stamped his foot, pushed away all the witches around him, and then looked at the two attackers with a smile. "Use your strength to exert your magic. You don't have many chances."

"The ultimate blast curse!" Two glowing fireballs flew towards Zhao Mai. In the middle of the journey, they gathered into a bigger fireball and exploded in front of him. But a slanting field of psychic powers blocks the blast spell, even allowing most of its power to slip off the slanting surface. This time, the smoke and fire are much more fierce than the last time, but the damage is far less.

The force field is transparent and hidden in the light of the explosion, so when Zhao Mai pulled it away and came out, no one noticed the existence of such a layer of protection. From the perspective of the witches, Zhao Mai is hit by two blasts, but he walks leisurely like nobody. What is the devil? The witches looked at each other, but they were not willing to fail. They clenched their teeth and tried their magic to attack.

"I learned a funny magic from a professor," Zhao Mai imitated Dumbledore '

His magic is not as proficient as Dumbledore, but he can also remove weapons from all the witches who are closer to him. As for those who are a little farther away, they should take away their weapons and throw them away by remote control. Anyway, they can't see the difference. The battle effectiveness of the wizard who lost his wand has decreased by at least 70%, which means that they have no ability to stop Zhao Mai.

"Nothing can be forgotten!"