Chapter 85

The mermaid's eyes are hazy, her eyes are blank, she looks up, opens her attractive red lips, and spits out a fatal note.

The song of Fishman!

Mermaid's song with strange magic, the voice is not big, but it seems to ring in people's minds.

The white dragon felt the melodious song echoing in his mind.

Huh? That's nice!

The voice of the fisherman is clear and sweet, just like the round jade of the golden pearl falling on the jade plate, and its tone is smooth and graceful, just like the sound of the forest in the deep mountains and gullies, much better than some big stars in previous lives.

However, the singing did not play its due role, not to mention the white dragon, even the low strength of the fishman, just a little stiff, he got rid of the confusion of singing.

Feeling the energy fluctuation of the Caucasian skull, Amos did not expect that the sea giant would be so unlucky. The bottom card was the song of Fishman. This kind of spiritual magic was just restrained by the glory aura of the Caucasian skull（ Note: [aura of glory]: Caucasian skull holders are immune to mind control spells below legend; Within 300 meters of the head of the Caucasus, the spirit magic resistance of friendly troops is greatly increased, and the magic resistance of other attributes is slightly increased; Aura passive skill.)

The sea giant looks at the white dragon and others who continue to rush to the altar. He is shocked. He can't figure out why the song of Fishman is invalid. But the fact that the white dragon is not affected is just in front of him. He can't help but accept it.

"Protect the altar! Stop them

The two sea giants in the master's rank took the lead in charging in an attempt to resist the white dragon from the altar.

The two sides soon collided.

Ice element swung the drumstick stick in his hand, from top to bottom, and suddenly hit the head of the sea giant. The sea giant quickly set up the spear of the tide.

Nearly 20 ordinary sea giants and fishermen's high-level professionals fight together. Although fishermen are at a disadvantage in terms of individual strength, they win in a complete range of professions, a large number of them, and good fighting conditions. Under the leadership of Felicia, they fight back and forth with sea giants.

As soon as the battle started, the White Dragon Lord disappeared. Because he was a little uneasy, he planned to destroy the magic ceremony as soon as possible.

The sea giants are inseparable. The invisible white dragon bypasses the battlefield and stealthily touches the sea giant prophet.

The White Dragon Lord is careful not to get close to the statue surrounded by blood. Behind the sea giant prophet, the white dragon shows its shape, and the purple magic shines in its two claws.

Magic missile double casting!

Shua Shua!

Purple magic missiles gush out from the hands of the white dragon, across the arc track, forming a barrage, as if fireworks were in full bloom, beautiful and deadly.

The sea giant in the fierce battle wants to crack, but has no way, can only attack the opponent in front of him fiercely.

The old prophet had to stop his prayer. He sighed helplessly and turned around. His old face was full of pain and fatigue.

With one wave of the old prophet's hand, a hemispherical magic energy shield appeared. The magic missile hit the shield and splashed ripples, but there was no sound or energy aftereffect, because the energy of the magic missile and the old prophet's magic energy offset and annihilated each other.

No matter how many magic missiles the White Dragon Lord sent out, the old prophet always input magic quantitatively and stopped all the missiles without wasting any magic.

The pupil of Amos shrank, and he saw a clue. He could not help but be convinced by the wonderful magical energy control of the old prophet.

It's a pity that both sides are hostile. Otherwise, Amos really wants to sit down with him and exchange his magic experience.

It's meaningless to continue to consume. The purpose of interrupting the magic ceremony has been achieved. The white dragon stops launching magic missiles.

The sea giant old prophet also scattered his magic shield. His face was not sad or happy, but his eyes were burning with anger.

The old prophet's tone was flat: "you must die!"

White dragon heard the old prophet's tone as if to state the truth. As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he followed the principle of "don't be BB if you can move your hand". The magic in his body surged, and the murky magic spell came out quickly.

Frost sting · powerful!

The sea giant prophet felt the magic energy surging under his feet.

The magic power annihilates!

The ice version of the white dragon stabs in the womb.

With this operation, Amos found that the old prophet not only had excellent magic control, but also had better magic attainments and casting speed than himself, which was far beyond the ordinary master level.

"Scan!"

[name]: Hamil Shoulang

[level]: Level 15 sea giant level 19 prophet

[strength]: Level 4

[camp]: order keeping evil

[introduction]: the leader of the horanghai giant tribe is an old male sea giant. His life of hiding makes him psychopathic and full of hatred for the whole world. However, he doesn't fall into madness because of this. On the contrary, he is very rational. Due to his old age and physical decline, his biological level has declined. At present, he is in an extremely angry state and wants to find a dragon.

White Dragon Lord feels a little bad. He's a legendary half step caster! It feels sour when it thinks about it. Why don't it run away?

White dragon wants to be forced to leave after loading, but the old prophet doesn't agree. His lips wriggle, his hands rub out a big blue and red water ball, and water arrows shoot out from the water ball, like a machine gun spitting bullets.

The White Dragon Lord's face was dignified, and the magic spell in his mouth came out quickly.

Protection of ice · powerful!

A large ice shield appeared in front of the White Dragon Lord to block the water arrow.

Amos was surprised to find that the old prophet's water arrow was very penetrating. After a while, his ice shield was about to be pierced. He moved quickly, but the water arrow followed him.

It has tracking function!

The White Dragon Lord quickly recites a mantra and replaces the damaged shield with a new one. After changing three shields, he finally reaches the end of the energy consumption of the water polo.

But the old prophet's attack came again, and Amos was hard to support under the old prophet's heavy artillery fire.

Amos felt very subdued. Under the water, most of the ice magic that Lord white dragon was good at couldn't be used, because the magic energy would freeze as soon as it touched the sea water and hurt himself at that time. If the enemy seized the opportunity, it would be over.

But the magic of other departments, white dragon use less, relatively unfamiliar.

Amos thought about it, but found that he had no other options. He gave orders to Goldfinger.

"Turn on wartime assistance mode!"

For a moment, Amos felt that the whole world was clear. He could see clearly the churning track of the surrounding sea water and the creeping blood in the mud under his feet.

Blood?

Amos was startled to find that all the blood flows were the statues on the altar.

The magic ceremony is not over!

Looking at the white dragon, the old prophet suddenly became flexible, dodged or intercepted the attack. Then he looked at the statue of astras, the God of the dark Titan on the altar, and was alert.

It knows that the white dragon has found it!

After the old prophet made a fierce attack, he found that the white dragon, who could not escape the attack magic flexibly, was even more murderous in his heart. He added magic to his blessings. His hands condensed a spear of the tide and charged directly against the white dragon.

The old prophet thought that although he was old, he still had experience in fighting when he was young. It was not easy to deal with a young white dragon.

When Amos saw the sea giant coming, the dragon was not even a Titan in terms of its physical strength. Besides, an old and frail sea giant also rushed through with his feet.

Both sides have absolute confidence in themselves.

PS: after looking at the voting records, I found that the group of old people who voted the most, and finally understood what the predecessors said. No matter how many books are collected and how good the results are, the most precious readers will always be those who have accompanied the growth of their works from the beginning.

In order to thank this large number of readers for their continuous support, we will do it willfully tomorrow（ In principle, no more than two chapters a day before putting it on the shelves, emmm... It's just one willful time.)