Molière immediately turned his head to face the meteor, but—

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rang out, and the powerful aftermath sent a cloud of snow and sand scattered in all directions, and Phil had to squint his eyes to see the battlefield clearly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Molière fell to the ground, the gentleman's hat fell aside, completely destroyed, only two brims remained, and the cane in his hand crackled and flashed with thunder, and then faded away.

And just opposite him, a girl was suspended in mid-air!

The girl's golden hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, her beautiful face was not powdered, and she was dressed in a neat golden robe that wrapped her bumpy figure, and the corner of the robe was the emblem of the Black Tall Tower Academy. Instead of a wand, he was holding a strange hammer with strange patterns engraved on it, which was esoteric and abnormal.

In the end, what is more important is that in Phil's perception, the other party is only a first-class wizard apprentice, but just now, she did fly like a meteor!

"Ah, it's the beautiful Gloria, it's been a long time, and you're still so bright and moving. Molière bowed slightly.

"Molière, stop pretending, tell me why you're here. The girl named Gloria was unmoved, and said coldly.

"Actually, I'm here to admire your beauty, beautiful Miss Gloria. ”

"Someone like you must act with a definite purpose," said Gloria, "and you better tell me what you are doing this adventure near the Hesso Fortress?"

"Oh, what a sad thing you say, can't I be here for you?"

"Is it still impossible to say?" said Gloria, in a cold voice, "Don't think that everyone is afraid of your cursed sorcery, it really doesn't help me!"

She suddenly rushed directly at Molière, and the hammer in her hand slammed into the opponent's head!

Molière had long known that Gloria of the Black Tower Academy was domineering by nature and would act if he disagreed, so he was not unprepared for the other party's sudden attack, and with a flick of his cane, he turned into a shadow and wrapped Gloria in it.

Molière took the opportunity to rush to Phil who was lying on the ground!

Unexpectedly, at this time, Gloria rushed out of the shadows in an instant, and the hammer smashed on the ground, and suddenly a thunderbolt lit up on the ground, and it spread to a range of more than ten meters, and Molière happened to be inside.

He rushed in front of Phil, but it was also the thunder boundary, and suddenly a strong thunder light lit up from the spot, and the power on it did not surprise him, but this is Gloria's special thunder magic, which has the effect of paralyzing the enemy, even if it is him, it will paralyze the moment, and when the time comes, there will be no escape.

Phil looked at the thunder light that was only ten centimeters away from his body, and couldn't help but tremble, these top-level first-class wizard apprentices, even an ordinary witchcraft is not something Phil can withstand, he still has a long way to go.

Molière looked at Phil who was close at hand, resentful, turned back to face Gloria, and whispered a spell in his mouth, and the shadow behind Gloria, with a bang, became a scarecrow, one person tall, limbs made of wood, head and body like dry straw, no eyes on the face, and a big red mouth.

The moment the scarecrow appeared, the sides of his mouth curled exaggeratedly, and he rushed towards Gloria with a strange smile.

Gloria reflexively smashed the hammer into the scarecrow, and the scarecrow was smashed to pieces in an instant, but Gloria did not relax at all, but became vigilant.

Sure enough, the next moment, those scattered fragments instantly reunited into a scarecrow behind Gloria, and its mouth bit Gloria's shoulder.

Gloria was in pain, her brows furrowed, and countless thunderbolts erupted from her body, driving the scarecrow away!

But at the moment when the scarecrow was driven away, Gloria suddenly felt a pain all over her body, and almost couldn't maintain her flying witchcraft and fell to the ground.

This kind of pain is all too familiar, and it is clearly the pain of being injured by lightning every day when she first learned thunder witchcraft!

However, now that she has already begun to embark on the path of her body becoming a thunder element, how could she be injured by her own thunder magic?

Gloria looked back at the scarecrow.

only to find that at some point, the scarecrow has become his own appearance!

Then, no matter what Gloria did, Gloria would feel the same pain from the wound she had suffered on the scarecrow.

"It turns out that you have a scarecrow in addition to your innocent moan," Gloria looked at Molière, who was standing behind the scarecrow, "You think you can win me this way?"

"Where, where, I just want to make a deal with Mademoiselle Gloria," said Molière, "I spared this boy's life, how about you let me go?"

As soon as he took his right hand, Phil was involuntarily grabbed by him in his hand, and he couldn't move.

"You think I'll care about his life?"

"So what to do?" Molière shrugged, "Let me warn you first, the scarecrow is really fragile, and even a gust of wind will hurt him a lot!"

Molière said, grabbing the scarecrow's right palm, Gloria suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in her palm, and then—

"Smack!"

Molière directly crushed all the fingers of the scarecrow!

Gloria immediately snorted in pain, and the pain in her right hand was countless times stronger than a finger being crushed.

"I'm just here for a stroll, and I've done nothing, why won't Miss Gloria let me go?" Molière didn't seem to see the pain on Gloria's face that couldn't be concealed for a moment just now, and continued to grab the scarecrow's left palm, and then, still crushing it hard!

"Ah!" cried out Gloria, who could not bear it, for the pain of the last time was still lingering, and a new pain came upon her.

"Ah, it's distressing, why bother, Miss Gloria?" said Molière, exaggeratedly.

Gloria still didn't speak.

"And now?" Molière suddenly grabbed the scarecrow's head, which was not in the slightest different from Gloria's, and pressed his finger to the front of his eye.

Gloria raised the hammer and was about to rush, but then Molière instantly stuck his finger in the scarecrow's eye!

The sound of the eyeball shattering, and two lines of blood immediately flowed out of it.

"Ahh

"Think again, Miss Gloria," Molière grasped the scarecrow by the neck, "this time, it is the pain of death, and although it will not be a real death, no one has ever been able to bear such pain without breaking down." ”

"So, make a deal, Miss Gloria?"