Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1167

[Chapter 1159 The choice of the madman]

Obviously, “Dead Text Wind Lantern” is still so confident in his “Teleportation” spell. Presumably in Walkway’s view, his tragic failure last time was just because he was not guarded against the enemy’s Morning Star Golem, or in other words. It was just a simple “offensive error”, and now he seems to think that as long as he still has the almost incomprehensible “teleportation”, then there is nothing to be afraid of even fighting against the magic tower next to the enemy.

Anyway, in this guy’s thinking, even if punk defaults and cheats, as a morning star professional who can come and go freely, he can use teleportation to escape quickly at any time. “Miscellaneous” details such as personal safety are never something a “powerful spellcaster” needs to care about. thing.

Hmm, that’s it, even though he was just defeated by the Karamus Empire six thousand years ago and almost “accidentally died”, the self-confident, never-mindful mad mages still haven’t learned to consider any so-called “accidents”

Lessons learned? What is that, is it delicious? Our Mr. Zuo Mi never learned his lesson.

Don’t be shy! Just do it! Life and death depend on fate, wealth is in the sky, although a guy like Walker looks like a spellcaster, but the burning flame in his heart is a roar that belongs to a Berserker……

“Don’t take your own life seriously in order to take a dagger? As expected of a neurosis whose basic intelligence has degenerated to a hopeless level, it seems that this battle is destined to be worse than the one in the Karamus Empire. The procrastination battle is much easier.”

Standing in the dead silent training room, listening to the arrogant answers blurted out by the enemy, watching through the video light screen the “dead text wind lamp” dancing around his magic tower, the dark golden eyes of punk are brewing. His eyes are completely fixed on a “living” dead person.

Yes, from the moment he agreed to participate in the gambling, the ruthless “Destruction Whisper” had actually decided to kill Walkerway, the morning star mage who had thrown himself into the net, on his own territory. If you win the game in an upright manner, the enemy will fight in an upright manner. If you really win the “Teleportation” spell model, you will definitely make a lot of money.

And if Walkway’s combat power is stronger than he expected, then Punk will never mind controlling the magic tower to find a chance to blast the thin head of “Dead Text Wind Lamp”!

Besides, as for what kind of allies…

Go to his allies! The enemies all ran to the door of their own house to have a fight, and still talk about Shi Laozi’s allies? Is his “Destruction Whisper” so easy to bully? Is the “President’s” Silent Alliance so easy to bully?

Anyway, the angered spellcaster can be considered to have put down his words-unless “Scarlet Scepter” Aiman Blackjack comes in person, otherwise “Dead Text Wind Lamp” must die here today!

“Old Mr. Aiman shouldn’t have let you out, Mr. Zuo Mi, I think you are not far from the moment when you regret your stupid actions.”

With a cold tone of mockery at his short-lived “enemy”, Punk, who slowly opened the portal, has silently taken out the “pale scepter” that shone with a gleaming white light from the storage ring.

“This is something that no one can say for sure, isn’t it? But you must know that the opportunity to fight with you was obtained by me using pieces of self-mutilating souls for thousands of years as a threat, so I will never lose this battle”!

Responding to the morning star mage’s words as if he had done something to be proud of, Walkway’s mental power was once filled with inexplicable pride.

“…”

Well, a lunatic is a lunatic, and a lunatic can’t use common sense to judge things.

Hearing his own cynicism, he actually got such a “shocking” answer. The punk who had planned to create a little pre-war tension to interfere with his opponent was choked by the words of “dead text wind lamp”.

My God, how unfortunate did Old Aiman, the boss of the Zhentarim Society, get to give such a brain-dead as his subordinate? No wonder His Excellency the “President” of the Alliance of the Silent is able to maintain a happy and patient mood in the face of a group of mercenary “mercenaries” every day, because compared with the idiot Walkerway, who is completely ignorant of good and evil, the words “Whispers of Destruction” and “Instant” The white-eyed wolf who is never familiar with “Kill the Gun” is simply the “three good students” of sound mind, okay?

As the saying goes, good intentions can’t save a ghost who is looking for death. Presumably when he let go of the “dead text wind lamp” and came to make a bet, the disappointed old Aiman must be both angry and helpless.

In other words… Maybe since the last time the madman mages acted without authorization in the Karamus Empire, the Throne of the Sun, who is extremely low-key, actually doesn’t want to worry about the life and death of a neurotic subordinate.

Now that Walkerway is tired of living and has to “send someone a thousand miles away”, then the “Crimson Scepter” who has never been a philanthropist will go with him as if he doesn’t know such a mental retard…

Is there anything else to say?

Not much more to say!

Is there any reason not to accept the gift you bring to your home?

After learning that Walkerway and the top leader of the Red Robe Mage Guild had fallen out in such a ridiculous way, Punk’s last worries were all dissipated. Next, he was not interested in discussing the battle with the neurotic. “Whispers of Destruction” entered a state of intense concentration in the blink of an eye.

Now, whether or not “Dead Text Wind Lantern” is a lunatic, the war that is about to break out… has already begun!

“Morning Star Conjuration Spell – Orb of Destruction”!

“Legendary Skill – Double Casting”.

“Morning Star Evocation Spell – Space Cage”!

“Boom!”

The deafening explosion shattered the ice on the ground, and the shattered elemental fragments covered the white and peaceful mountains and hills like petals blooming in early spring. The imprisoned space made a screeching noise like it was overwhelmed.

Obviously, with the brilliance of Mira and Chica suddenly dimmed in the wave of destruction, the merciless punk has used the “double casting” legendary skill he just mastered to simultaneously cast two powerful morning stars. The spell was sent to the “dead text wind lamp”.

“Sad ignorant, do you think I only have a pair of dark golden pupils that I can use to fight? Now put aside those dispensable things, let you see the more powerful cards and strength I have. Bar”!