Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1083

[Chapter 1075 Just Right]

“Are you ready for death? Mr. Walkerway-Zuo Mi? But whether or not you have heard the call of fate, today’s sad fool named “Dead Wen Feng Lan” is bound to perish in this bloody piece of The drenched battlefield is on.”

With her back and silent, Ksvia stared at the hideous head in the floating sky that was trying to spread the magic power “tortoise speed”. each other.

Now Walkway doesn’t even have a layer of the most basic spell defense. If his fragile soul suffers from such a solid morning star spell, it can be imagined that falling will be his only end. A grand battle of punks has been won, and it turns out that there are times when even the most powerful spells can’t outweigh the huge advantage that a class level can give a legendary pro.

However, the morning star mage, who was in charge of life and death and was unscathed, was really relaxed, but the hapless mad red robe was not so leisurely. Walkway, who was in the middle of the cold wind and found that he had temporarily lost all spellcasting ability, finally did not have it. At the beginning, the arrogant smile that he thought was invincible in the world, and now only the real horror and horror of death remained in his wide-open pupils:

“No… No! You can’t kill me, I… I am the greatest spellcasting genius “Dead Text Wind Lantern”, I am the only morning star professional who is loyal to Mr. Aiman in the entire Red Robe Mage Guild, I am the only person responsible for building the abyss rift at the morning star level, no one can kill me, no one can, no… please, don’t kill me, okay?”

“Of course not, isn’t it obvious”?

To the absurd words that “dead text wind lamp” can be regarded as the last struggle before death, Punk just gave a concise and clear answer with cold eyes.

From the neutral and chaotic “Whispers of Destruction”, there has never been an enemy in the world that one cannot kill. Perhaps the existence of Walkerway is indeed very important to the current president of the Red Robe Master Guild, and perhaps the next war is also true. Still need this guy to build a fan of morning star fissures to unleash the murderous demon lord, but… so what?

Punk is also the only morning star spellcaster among the “executors” today. After all, he has the title of “The Silent Alliance Supernova”. He doesn’t think the “chairman” will say anything because of his “slightly impulsive” behavior. As for the construction of the abyss rift – this kind of technology is not a particularly difficult and mysterious method, maybe the door opened by punk can’t be as perfect as Walkway or even numerous, but he can guarantee that the “chairman” plan will never be because of The death of a mere red-robed mage was hindered.

So with such a perfect confidence, what reason does the self-inflicted “dead letter wind lamp” have to survive?

“Goodbye, pathetic lunatic”!

In the end, he said a simple farewell, completely ignoring all the pleadings and threats of Walkerway, the morning star mage indifferently let go of the final imprisonment of his magic power on the gray-black ball, so far accompanied by a roar that shook the space. , The “Ball of Destruction”, which was like an unloaded cannonball, also flew straight to the head of Walkerway, who could not dodge.

And then in the next moment……

“Clang…………Bang”!

The attack failed.

There was no sign at all, and the bright golden flash rushed to the side of Walkerway’s head like a small sun, illuminating the dark and deep silent night sky. The huge shield painted by Wen is like a big racket. It is suitable to shoot the “Ball of Destruction” flying at high speed, and when a metal hum that resounds through the wilderness echoes endlessly, a punk is very familiar with it. The mental power fluctuations also passed from the high altitude with a cynical and indecent attitude:

“Good evening, Mr. Destruction Whisper? Why are you still so cruel and short-tempered after tens of thousands of years? My uncle came here in such a hurry to welcome me with such “little firecrackers”?”

“… Of course not, the gorgeous fireworks are still to come”!

“Morning Star Conjuration Spell – Breath of Destruction”.

Without hesitation, he raised his staff and aimed at the golden figure in the sky who had rescued Walkerway at the critical moment. Punk shot and released a powerful morning star spell, and saw a dense black law of destruction. The fragments, like the thick fog sprayed from a fire extinguisher, covered the entire sky with bright stars. So far, the obscure fog that formed a whole sea of clouds in an instant had completely obscured the source of the last light in the night.

However, the effect of this attack is destined to be very ordinary. I saw that in the dense cloud of destruction, a bright yellow fighting spirit lingering around the golden figure perfectly protected the sassy armor and the red-robed mage who breathed a sigh of relief. The head, and it only took less than one ten thousandth of a second, that annoying spirit with its own light source like a big light bulb rushed out of the thick fog like a flashing meteor and came to the ground to talk to the punk “equally” .

“Wait a moment, I know you’re angry now, but these things are all misunderstandings, right? We are allies now and don’t need to be killed, right? Not to mention that this time, I have good news. came over.”

There is no doubt that this saucy guy who rushed into the battlefield and rescued the “dead text wind lamp” is definitely the morning star knight “Kane-Bessadas” who was sent by the “chairman” to the Red-robed Mage Guild to perform a mission, although punk It is unclear how the “Instant Kill Gun” managed to rush to save people in such a race against time, but no matter what, the crazy knight who was holding Walkway’s head and swaying with wickedness obviously didn’t intend to. Let the displeased Morningstar spellcaster kill the red-robed mage who has nothing to do with it.

And after being beaten with only one head left, and just managed to get out of danger just now, Walkerway’s mouth is obviously much softer than the “big boss, my second child” at the beginning. When someone was willing to speak for him and endured the feeling of being picked up by his hair and swaying, the “dead text wind lamp” quickly apologized to the punk who was holding his staff and was ready to continue attacking at any time:

“You are the legendary punk-Sian? Misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! We are hard-core allies with the same interests, our enemies are the hell Pantheon and Mess Ur, infighting… infighting or something It’s all wrong…and I’ve got good news to tell you…what’s the good news? Hurry up and tell him!”

“…”

It seems that it was not until he was about to be killed by the enemy that the mad Walkerway knew who he was fighting with, but since he only had one head left in his hands, the answer to this question It doesn’t seem to make much sense either.

The current red-robed mage definitely hopes that the Sao Bao knight in front of him really brings the so-called “good news” to save his life