In terms of preserving his life, Nehru was at least 1,000 to 10,000 times more clever than General Huham. Catching a glimpse of the Lycoon and a few men approaching them, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

This guy himself didn't mind leaving the two stupid big ones to attract firepower and quickly slip away, but the problem was that he was too happy just now and put him on his shoulder.

"Run!" Nehru shouted as he tugged at the long hair around his neck and shouted at his ears. But for the trolls, the kobold's strength is too small.

Hum grinned stupidly, and blew a snot bubble in his nose the size of half Nehru's face, thinking he was joking.

Probably remembering the task assigned by the lord, he slowly reached out and flicked Nehru's head, signaling him not to disturb himself, and began to honestly prepare for the stone skin technique.

Nehru was so flicked by this finger that he almost fell off his shoulder. He glanced down, there must be at least five blades from the ground, and he was dizzy in front of him, and there was no other possibility of jumping down than to fall to his death. Immediately give up the illusion and start chanting spells, ready to make a first move.

The Land-Riding Griffin was fairly fast, quickly approaching two hundred yards away, a distance that was within range for most magic.

Take a deep breath and your chest bulge high. After a moment of contemplation, he opened his hook mouth and accompanied by a loud eagle's cry, and suddenly spewed out a long pillar of orange-red flames.

At critical juncture, the most rustic fear of death brought out Nehru's full potential. The two pieces of mouth moved like a repeater spring, and the characters blurted out quickly and without chaos, which was definitely the smoothest in his life, and the spell near the end was immediately formed.

The fireball pulled the billowing smoke out of his hand, collided with the pillar of flames in mid-air, and the elemental flames splashed on the ground, instantly scorching the moist grass and igniting it, and a piece of water vapor steamed and made a chaotic sound.

As a secondary subspecies, the power of the Flame Pillar is completely incomparable to that of a real griffin, and it is roughly at the same level as the Fireball Technique, and both of them have lost their forward momentum when they collide.

The problem is that the use of talent spells by Warcraft is also limited by the mana reserve, but it is far faster than holding spells at a glance I don't know how many times!

The two trolls finally realized the danger and immediately jumped off the heavy iron-eating armadillo's back and began to run away without saying a word.

Hmph is also a blessing to the soul, and I actually remember raising my hand to bless the stone skin technique that I had just prepared to Hendra and the guards who were approaching, hindering their progress.

In just a few moments, the second pillar of flame of the Wandering Griffin had been brewed, and it flew straight towards the trio with the cry of the eagle.

The iron-eating armadillo between the two sides was too tall and wide, and the city wall blocked the two generals and Nehru tightly, and they stopped in place without the slightest intention of moving their nests. In this case, no matter how good the head is, don't think about fighting cattle across the mountain, and the flame pillar finally fell on the armadillo.

Strictly speaking, the iron-eating armadillo is barely a kind of magical beast, and it has a very weak magic power to enrich the free metal elements in the air and strengthen the scales.

This has created its extraordinary defensive power, and the hardness of the sword is very exaggerated, almost the survival of the iron-eating armadillo species. However, these scales are not universal armor, and their magic resistance is excessively lame in comparison.

In the past, in the face of Nehru's fireball technique, he was only splashed and ate deflated once, but now he was burned by a pillar of flame with similar power, so he could only eat deflated again.

The sluggish, hulking beast hissed to its feet with the last of its life, and then fell to the ground with only convulsions, emitting a stench of burnt protein.

Sitting on the shoulders of the bumpy trolls, Nehru continued to hold the curse without stopping, his mouth was as fast as twitching, and the trivial matter of the death of the lord's royal mount did not slow him down in the slightest.

With a wave of his hand, he blessed himself and the second general with a bloodthirsty technique, and the two trolls suddenly ran out of the speed of the galloping horse like chicken blood.

People who are extremely afraid of death can often burst into amazing potential when faced with the trials of life and death, and the kobold shaman is a good example of this.

The troll's shoulders became more bumpy, and Nehru's whole body was shaken, but he still did not give up, and actually successfully completed the spell again, and turned around after another fireball spell.

This is the end of his mana reserves, for a wilderness shaman, being able to use four spells in such a short period of time is definitely a super-level performance, and it is worth recording with a stone tablet and passing it on to his apprentices.

Nehru rubbed his brain, and there was a double vision in front of him due to the excessive consumption of mana. However, he was very satisfied with his performance, and he couldn't help but feel good when he successfully picked up a small life, and began to be proud again.

"I said you two fools really can't count on anything, go back and tell the adults, or I'll be the team leader. ”

At this moment, Ha, who had not shown much performance from beginning to end, suddenly recited a series of unfamiliar incantations while running, and as the elemental fluctuations overflowed, Nehru immediately felt that the second general was running a lot faster.

His mouth was wide open, and his whole being was already petrified. As an elemental user, Nehru certainly had the ability to discern-

It's the wind that holds them forward!

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By the time Hendra led the people around the hot area formed by the collision of spells, and then around the huge body of the iron-eating armadillo, the two trolls and the kobold had almost disappeared.

"My lord, are you still chasing?" the guards asked, but their pace was getting slower and slower, and the speed at which they fled was amazing.

The unwillingness on Hendra's face was so strong that his facial features were distorted, but in the end, he could only sigh and say, "Don't chase anymore." ”

Not to be soft on his enemies, in fact he wants to destroy the caster more than anyone else. But now is not the time to be angry and willful, and the soldiers are bleeding and dying every minute and every second.

His ultimate goal is to free the entire Brown Bear Roar legion, not to eradicate the caster. It was barely enough to evict them, there was no time to waste, and the next step must be carried out immediately.

"Come with me!" Hendra shouted as he drew his sword and led the team himself.

A layer of silver-white fighting qi light wandered all over the sword body, this was the Gu Nawen family's unique peerless sharp silver fighting qi.

As the grandson of the Imperial Marshal, his illustrious background gave him the opportunity to cultivate the high-grade secret texts, and he was carefully instructed in swordsmanship by famous teachers since he was a child. Although in the end, he didn't get to a higher realm because of his mediocre talent, but his own strength is also first-class.

Hendra vowed that after returning this time, he would regain the fighting spirit that had been slacking off for a long time due to his busy military affairs. There are thousands of schemes and powers in this world, but after all, they are not as reliable as the power in their own hands!