Chapter 1076

"Hey, go on, go on beating me. Come on, why are you such a rascal? This kind of simple ball can't touch the greatest left fan. What about the morning star spell you just used? I can't wait.

Like a storm, a dense barrage of gray and black spheres rages on every inch of the battlefield. One by one, the blast wave will gradually enter the night sky, illuminating the sky like day. Every roaring mushroom cloud accompanied by the law of whirling slowly, the storm is enough to capsize a huge city. However, at this moment, the earth shaking explosion density is even higher They have been turned into carpets and spread over the vast rock plains.

Of course, this amazing piece of Morningstar hierarchy will hardly add scars to the insignificant corner of the Phelan plane at this time, because there is no excess material and energy on the battlefield in the whole wilderness, and the raging law tide can only rub out continuous thorns on the indestructible cold rock Ears burst, and in one after another scattered burst of energy storm, only a pale blue shadow is flickering and changing in every tiny foothold.

There is no doubt that Morningstar mage, who is pouring "yinmie ball" continuously to create this "carpet of destruction", is punk Saian, who is building magic models without expression over and over again, while the enemy dancing happily in the raging explosion waves is Walker Zuomi, who is still smiling and cheap.

In fact, it has been more than three hours since punk gave up using the morning star magic "wave of light" to kill the enemy. In such a long time, the only thing he needs to do is to see where Walker appears like a hamster, and then immediately throw a "yinmie ball" to kill the enemy Looking at the extremely sensitive enemy, he can easily avoid his attack and appear in other positions. Finally, he can repeat, repeat and repeat the process

This is definitely the most boring and boring fight punk has ever experienced.

But it doesn't matter if you think about it, because Morningstar mage always has enough patience to fight against any kind of enemies.

Anyway, if it's just a simple release of "yinmie ball", the most conventional means of killing, punk is absolutely confident to keep the highest bombing density and release indefinitely.

After all, he is a 45 level Morningstar mage with almost incredible super fast magic recovery ability. In terms of war of attrition, the 44 level "dead text wind lamp" can't beat a Morningstar mage higher than his own professional level

Who said that the advantages and disadvantages of one or two small levels would not affect the balance of combat effectiveness too much? When we fall into the snowball state of attrition war, some guys who think they have the ability to skip the level will know how hopeless the most basic level gap will be.

For example, at this moment, with the passage of time, punk, who is close to mechanized bombing magic, has already regained his inner peace and calm as well as his soul. Taking advantage of this, he even began to try to make the "fireworks" on the battlefield more colorful.

However, looking back at the self righteous "dead wind lamp" from the beginning

It must be admitted that although walker is crazy and out of tune, he is by no means a fool without combat judgment ability. He can absolutely understand that the hostile Morningstar mage will not waste precious magic power in order to kill himself as soon as possible. He also absolutely understands that punk with higher professional level is not dekley with lower professional level It's about three or two months later. I'm afraid he'll be the one who died in this wasteland.

"Damn it! What the hell are you doing? Do you only know such a damn idiot spell? Can you be regarded as a qualified mage like this? Don't you want to defeat your enemies? Don't you want to win the battle?

The red robed mage, with his angry eyes turning around and observing the battlefield, seems to be unable to continue to disguise his relaxed mood of freehand brushwork. In the continuous sound of abuse, his eyes gradually begin to become more and more ferocious with the light of the rule breaking in the air.

There are many things that time can test, and there are always people who can't stand the test of time in the world who can't help but vent their anger.

However, no matter what kind of angry curse, instead of becoming impatient, the more and more calm "destruction whispers" are completely unmoved. Even after seeing that Walker has seriously put a storage ring on his index finger, the slightly squinting caster still just continues to stand in the same place and pour the torrential rain like "Yin Mie" The ball.

The magnificent energy wind blows the transparent magic shield on the caster, and the light of the sun finally falls down in the distant sky. The deafening explosion has long been a brand-new silence that fills the space. As the caster becomes more and more accustomed to the super high speed movement of the red robed mage, the shadow that is disappearing and reappearing is not so dazzling at last."Is that all you can do, Mr. walker? Teleportation in your hands is just a monster. Even with such a good Morningstar spell, a coward is still just a coward.".

Tighten up every nerve, pay attention to the location of the enemy, slightly slow down the bombing frequency of punk, while using the light pick of mental fluctuations, laughing at the enemy's "Inaction", while secretly clenching the hands of the "pale Scepter".

According to his analysis, when the battle has reached such a stalemate, Warwick may finally have to take the initiative to attack. After all, there is no chance of winning if he continues to fight like this.

So in that case

"Come on, Warwick, how long are you going to stay away? Do you think you can hide in the paradox of the mind all your life?

Boom!

The corner of the mouth slightly picks, pretends to speak confidently and waves the staff to command a whole brand-new barrage to smash into the empty smooth ground one after another. The caster who tries to chase the light and shadow gradually approaching himself with every artillery fire will not be bothered by the passing of magic. After all, in front of him, he is almost like an electric spark in the dark cloud We have to be alert to the "yinmie ball" sniping from all directions with the pupils full of killing intention, and the "dead text wind lamp" with bare body and flowery underwear is the guy who needs to be anxious most!

Of course, even if the performance is negligent, the actual "destruction whisper" will never be taken lightly because the enemy seems to be embarrassed to dodge one after another. After all, with the increasing adaptation of its own reaction speed, punk has noticed that Walker's strange face, which seems to be distorted by the killing intention and affected by the smile, is slowly emerging a kind of quirk What about the excitement

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