Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1080

[Chapter 1072 Morning Star World War II (2) Consumption]

“Hey, hey, go ahead, keep hitting me, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, how come you are so chasing? Don’t expect to meet the greatest and greatest Mr. Zuo Mi with such a simple little ball. What about the morning star spell you used just now? Hurry up and keep going, I can’t wait.”

The gray-black spheres that formed a dense barrage like a violent storm raged on every inch of the battlefield, and the shock waves of the explosions illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime, and every roaring mushroom cloud swirled slowly. The law of the storm is enough to overturn a huge city, but at this moment, such an earth-shattering explosion density has even turned into a carpet and covered the vast rock plain.

Of course, these amazing morning star-level law killings will hardly add scars to this inconspicuous little corner of the Faerun plane, because it has long been no longer on the battlefield within the entire wilderness. There is any excess matter and energy, the raging law of the tide can only rub against the indestructible icy rock formations, and there is only a continuous screeching explosion, and there is only a light blue in the scattered energy storm. The phantom of the phantom is constantly flickering and changing between every small foothold.

There is no doubt that the Morning Star Mage who is continuing to pour out the “Ball of Destruction” and created this “Carpet of Destruction” is the “Whisper of Destruction” Punk-Sian who is building spell models over and over again with a blank face, while in the raging explosion storm. The enemy who danced happily among them was Walkerway-Zuo Mi, who was still smiling and mean-spirited.

In fact, it has been more than three hours since Punk gave up using the morning star spell “Tide of Tracer” to kill the enemy to continuously tilting the morning star spell to attack. During this long time, the only thing he needed What he did was like a whack-a-mole, when he saw Walkway appearing somewhere, he immediately threw a “Ball of Destruction”, and then watched the extremely sensitive enemy easily escape his attack and appear elsewhere. In the end, the process is repeated, repeated, repeated again and again. . . . .

This is absolutely the most boring and uninteresting fight punk has ever had.

But it doesn’t really matter if you think about it, because Morningstar Mage always has a lot of patience against any type of enemy.

Anyway, if it is simply to release the most conventional means of killing the “Ball of Destruction”, Punk is absolutely confident to maintain the peak bombing density and release it indefinitely.

After all, he is a Level 45 Morning Star Mage with an almost incredible ability to recover his magic power. In terms of attrition, a Level 44 “Dead Text Wind Lamp” can’t beat a Morning Star Mage one level higher than himself… …

Who said that the advantages and disadvantages of one or two small levels would not affect the balance of combat power too much? When they fall into the snowballing state of the war of attrition, some guys who don’t have any cards and think they have the ability to leapfrog heads-up will know how desperate the most basic level gap will be.

For example, at this moment, with the passage of time bit by bit, the punk who is almost mechanized to carry out bombing spells has already recovered his inner peace and indifference, and his soul has no waves. Taking advantage of this time, he even began to try to make the battlefield “fireworks”. “Dip a little color to make it a little more gorgeous.

However, looking at the self-righteous “dead letter wind lamp” from the beginning……

It must be admitted that although Walker has a crazy personality, he is by no means a fool without battle judgment. He can definitely understand that the hostile Morning Star Mage will not waste precious magic power in order to kill himself as soon as possible, and he also absolutely understands. A punk whose occupation level is higher than himself is not a Declair whose occupation level is lower than himself. If he continues to consume like this, the unfortunate person who will be consumed to death in this barren land after three or two months will probably be Himself.

“Damn it! What the hell are you doing? Are you only a goddamn idiot spell? Are you a qualified mage like this? Don’t you want to defeat your enemy? Don’t you want to win the battle?”

Anxious eyes rolled around to observe the battlefield. The red-robed mage who was gnashing his teeth and cursing seemed to finally be unable to continue to disguise such a relaxed state of mind. In the continuous scolding, his eyes slowly began to follow the laws in the air. The extinct brilliance against the background became more and more ferocious.

There are many things that can be tested by time, and there are always guys in the world who can’t stand the test of time and can’t help but vent their anger.

However, no matter what kind of angry curses he faced, instead of becoming irritable, the “Destruction Whisper”, which became more and more calm, was completely unmoved. The ring was serious and upright, and the caster with slightly squinted pupils still just continued to stand quietly and poured the “Ball of Destruction” like a torrential rain.

The majestic wind of energy brushed against the transparent magic shield on the caster’s body, and the sun’s rays finally fell in the distant horizon. Adapting to the super-high-speed movement of the red-robed mage, the afterimage that kept disappearing and reappearing finally became less dazzling.

“Do you only have so much ability, Mr. Walkway, “Teleportation” is a waste of money in your hands. Even with such a good morning star spell, a coward is still just a coward.”

Tightening every nerve to pay attention to the location of the enemy, the punk who slowed down the frequency of bombing a little bit secretly clenched the “pale scepter” in his hand while laughing at the enemy’s “inaction” with a light wave of mental power.

According to his analysis, the battle has reached such a stalemate stage, and Walkerway may finally have to take the initiative to attack.

So since that’s the case… . . .

“Come on, Walkerway, how long will you coward continue to hide? Do you think you can hide in that paradox of the mind for the rest of your life?”

“Boom!”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he waved his staff pretending to speak confidently, directing a whole new barrage to smash into the empty and clean ground one after another, trying to chase the light and shadow that was gradually approaching him with every shot of the caster. Because of the flow of magic power, there is nothing to worry about. After all, in front of him, Walkway, who is almost like an electric spark in a dark cloud, has to be alert to the “Ball of Destruction” with his eyes full of killing intent. , The “dead text wind lamp” with most of his body and flowery underwear is the guy who needs to be impatient the most!

Of course, even if the performance is negligent, the actual “Destruction Whisper” will never be taken lightly because the enemy seems to be dodging one after another. Wei’s eccentric face that seems to be distorted by killing intent and drenched in laughter is slowly showing a strange excitement…