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Chapter 1076: Morningstar 2 battle (two) consumption.
"Hey hey hey, go on, keep hitting me, hurry up, hurry up, how come you guys are so haggling? Don't want to meet the greatest Zuo fan with such a simple little ball, What about the Morning Star spell you just used? Hurry up and continue to cheer up, I can't wait any longer."
Like violent storms and rain, gray-black spheres that formed dense barrage raged on every inch of the battlefield. The shock waves of each explosion would lighten the night sky as if day, and every roaring mushroom cloud was accompanied by a whirlwind. The law of the storm is enough to overwhelm a huge city, but at this moment, the density of such an earth-shattering explosion has even turned into a carpet and flattened the vast rock plains.
Of course, this piece of amazing morning star level law kills at this time almost no longer will continue to add scars to the humble little corner of the plane of Faerun, because it has long been lost on the battlefield within the entire wilderness. There is any excess matter and energy. The raging laws and tides can only rub on the indestructible icy rock formations to make a continuous ear-piercing explosion, and amidst the scattered energy storms, there is only a touch of light blue. The phantom is constantly flickering and changing between every tiny foothold.
There is no doubt that the Morningstar Mage who is continuously pouring the "Orb of Destruction" and created this "carpet of destruction" is the "Whisper of Destruction" punk-Sean who is constructing the spell model over and over again with a blank face, while in the raging explosions. Among the happily dancing enemies is the "dead writing lantern" Walkway-Zuo Fan who is still smiling.
In fact, more than three hours have passed since punk gave up using the morning star spell "Trace of Light" to kill the enemy and changed to continuously tilt the morning star spell to attack. In such a long time, he only needs What he did was like a hamster, when he saw Walkway where he appeared, he immediately threw a "ball of destruction", and then watched the extremely sensitive enemy easily dodge his attack and appear in other positions. Finally, repeat, repeat, repeat this process again and again............
This is definitely the most boring and boring battle that punk has ever experienced.
But it doesn't matter if you think about it, because the Morning Star Mage always has a lot of patience to fight against any type of enemy.
Anyway, if it simply releases the "ball of destruction", the most conventional means of killing, punk is absolutely confident to maintain the highest density of bombing indefinitely.
After all, he is a forty-fifth-level Morningstar Mage with an almost unbelievable super-fast mana recovery ability. In terms of attrition, the forty-fourth-level "Dead Wind Lantern" can't beat the Morningstar Mage who is one professional level higher than his own... ...
Who said that the advantages and disadvantages of one or two small levels will not affect the balance of combat power too much? When you get into a state of attrition and snowball, some guys who don't have any hole cards and think they have the ability to leapfrog heads-up will know how desperate the most basic level gap can be.
For example, at this moment, with the passage of time bit by bit, the almost mechanized punk with bombing spells has already restored his inner peace and indifferent soul and no wave of soul. Taking advantage of this effort, he even began to try to make "fireworks" on the battlefield. "Dip with a little color to become a little more gorgeous.
However, looking back at the self-righteous "dead writing lantern" from the beginning............
It must be admitted that although Walkway has a crazy personality, he is by no means a fool without the ability to judge in combat. He can definitely understand that the enemy Morningstar Mage will not waste precious magic power in order to kill himself as soon as possible. He also absolutely understands. A punk with a professional level higher than himself is not a Dekley with a professional level lower than himself. If you continue to consume like this, the unlucky person who is consumed in this barren land after about three or two months will probably be the unlucky one. He himself.
"Damn! What the hell are you doing? Are you just such a damn idiot spell? Are you a qualified mage? Don't you want to defeat your enemies? Don't you want to win the battle"?
His frustrated eyes turned around to observe the battlefield. The red-robed mage who gritted his teeth and cursed at last seemed unable to continue disguising his freehand and relaxed mentality. Amid the continuous swearing, his eyes slowly began to blur with the law in the air. The extinct brilliance became more and more terrifying against the background.
There are so many things that time can test, and there are always guys in the world who can't stand the test of time who can't help but vent their anger.
However, no matter what kind of anger and curse, the mood has not become irritable, but has become more and more calm. The "Destroy Whisper" is completely unmoved, even if I see Walkway has seriously put a storage on the index finger. The ring was solemn and upright, and the caster with slightly squinted pupils still just continued to stand quietly, pouring the "ball of destruction" like a torrential rain.
The magnificent wind of energy blew the transparent magic shield on the caster, and the sun's rays finally fell on the distant horizon. The deafening explosion has long become a new silence that fills the space, and as the caster grows more and more Adapting to the super-high-speed movement of the red robe mage, the afterimage that disappeared and reappeared finally seemed not so dazzling.
"Are you only so capable, Mr. Walkway, "Teleportation" is simply a violent thing in your hands. Even with such a decent morning star spell, the coward is still just a coward."
Tightening every nerve and paying attention to the enemy's location, punk slowed down the bombing frequency a bit while mocking the enemy's "inaction" with a light wave of mental power while secretly squeezing the "pale scepter" in his hand.
According to his analysis, the battle has reached such a stalemate, and Walkway may finally be tempted to take the initiative. After all, there is no chance of winning the "dead story" in this way.
So in that case............
"Come on, Walkway, when will you continue to hide as a coward? Do you think you can hide in that spiritual paradox for the rest of your life"?
"Boom!"
The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the wielding staff pretending to speak confidently directed a whole new barrage to smash the empty and clean ground one after another, trying to chase the caster who was gradually approaching himself with every shot of light and shadow. Because of the fading of magic power, after all, in front of him, Walkway, who was almost flashing like an electric spark in a dark cloud, had to use his pupils filled with killing intent to alert the "ball of destruction" from all directions. , The "dead writing lantern" with most of his body and floral underwear is the guy who needs the most impatient!
Of course, even if the performance is negligent, the actual "Destroy Whisper" will never be taken lightly by the enemy's seemingly embarrassing dodge. After all, as his reaction speed becomes more and more adaptable, punk has noticed Walker. Wei's weird face, which seems to be distorted by the killing intent and as if immersed in the smile, is slowly showing a strange excitement............
End of this Chapter
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