Chester Knight cut into the watchtower's attack range at once, from starting to sprang out, it was only completed in an instant, and the speed was so fast that people had already rushed out more than twenty meters when they noticed it. [Latest chapter reading.]

Amazing explosiveness!

The fiery kobold's senses were sharp, and his reaction was just as swift, and his wet nose twitched, and four large fireballs of hot fire had already shot down.

From the array to the watchtower, there was a distance of more than 100 meters, and the figure of the Chester Knight was wrapped in the golden divine fighting qi, and from a distance, it looked like a meteorite flying on the ground, and the sight was dragged out of a long wake due to illusion.

The fireball slammed into front of him in the blink of an eye, and due to the different angles and positions, they formed an angle between each other to seal the space between the front and the back, and they were still closing and closing, and Chester could even hear the whining sound of the heat rushing through the air.

The sudden heat pressure swept through the water vapor around him, as if he could evaporate into a dried corpse in the next moment, and then turn into ashes in the sound of the explosion.

His eyes immediately erupted with a bright light that was not much inferior to the flames, and in the midst of a low shout, the figure that was originally galloping increased again, almost turning into an aurora firefly, which grazed out in the gap where the fireball was about to close, and entered the dead end of the lookout.

"Boom!"

The fireworks mixed with the black and red sparks burst out, and the chest was sullen.

Everyone only saw at this moment that it was not the fastest speed of Chester Knight just now, and he retained a certain amount of spare strength.

And now, that momentum is like a bamboo, and the indomitable momentum is his real strength, right? It's just that everyone doesn't understand it at the moment. Chester had obviously rushed to the bottom of a lookout, but he didn't pay any attention to it, and he didn't intend to rush up to attack the fiery kobold, but glared at his feet, and suddenly turned around, and moved sideways again. The stone bricks on the ground rubbed against his steel boots with an aural screech.

After only a brief delay, dense fireballs rained down.

If his route remained the same, he would inevitably fall into this sea of flames.

Looking at the figure that was almost devoured. There were already several accompanying noblewomen in the crowd who couldn't help but scream.

Although the Templar possessed extremely defensive divine armor, allowing so many fireballs to hit him directly, not to mention the overbearing impact, the heat alone could scorch his body into coals.

Chester's expression was as calm as he felt that this time the fireball was hotter, bigger, and closer than the last! The pursed lips showed a hint of mockery. Then, leaning forward, he raised a hand between his eyebrows, staring coldly at an oncoming fireball, the upper arm of which was inlaid with a small shield for defense, but his action was more like taking the initiative to meet it.

Is he crazy? Everyone's breath couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Bang!"

The flames of the explosion erupted and scattered in all directions.

Chester was shocked and flew out, but someone with good eyesight like Luo Lan. It was immediately seen that at the last moment when the fireball hit, his whole body also jumped backwards at the same time, and was ejected in the air, waiting to escape from the encirclement of flames with this momentum

A martial art that can only be tempered in an environment of blood and fire. can use this clever trick at the most critical moment.

But. How long can this last? After all, there will only be more and more kobolds from above who are involved in the attack. It's going to get more and more powerful. Several priests who belonged to the same camp were tempted to help, but Chester, as a Templar, valued honor above life, and to rush to help without his explicit consent might only incur resentment from the latter.

Of course, the apprentices of the Mage Guild were not bored, and they were happy to wait and see, even mocking and sneering on their faces.

As Chester's nominal allegiance, Brother Morgowards did not show the slightest hint of anxiety, and there was no expression on his face.

The Chester knight in the air looked calm and calm just now, and suddenly became solemn, his hands were put up and down, as if he was holding an invisible weapon, and in an instant, a light spear composed of pure fighting spirit was condensed in his palm. His eyes widened, and he suddenly twisted around and threw it in a direction behind him, a loud cry coming out of his mouth at the same time.

The spear flashed, but that direction ...... It's nothingness.

Just when everyone was puzzled, a terrible howl broke through the layers of barriers and burst out from there.

A kobold with a single horn on his head suddenly appeared out of thin air, it opened its ugly mouth, clutched its chest and fell to the sky, blue blood gushed out, and instantly evaporated with a spear of light, turning into a cloud of hot water vapor.

As it fell, like the fog dissipated, the mirror lake shattered, and the scene in front of it changed again, and the rough stone watchtowers that were originally located in front of them gradually blurred until they disappeared, but in the open space where there was nothing before, there were one watchtower after another, the nearest of which was only less than fifty meters away from the forward of the Monks' Order, as if they had quietly moved their positions invisibly.

Someone in the mage guild changed color and blurted out, "Multiple illusion enchantments?"

They suddenly realized at this moment, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on their backs, it turned out that the layer that had just broken was only used to confuse, and the real illusion was still working, if they stepped on it rashly, waiting for their fate without asking.

Chester was going to kill the man who had unleashed the illusion, and the horn was the symbol of the kobold patriarch.

He was not easy now, the kobold witnessed the death of the patriarch, and sent a rainstorm of fireballs at him as if he were crazy, and the technique of flanking and attacking each other just now was gone, but it was even more violent. After he landed, he jumped again, and in a short distance of more than ten meters, he avoided dozens of bombardments in a row, as if even the bridge deck was trembling.

When he dodged a fireball again, he retreated to the base of a watchtower. "Qiang", the sword at his waist was finally unsheathed, he clenched his hands, and slashed horizontally with his sword in a loud shout, and there was a huge earthquake, and the golden divine fighting spirit bloomed brightly. With meteor-like sparks, it suddenly destroyed the base of the rudimentary tower in front of him into a splash of stone slag.

"Do it!"

The mages came to their senses, for a while. A large number of fireballs, frost blades, swift winds, stone splitting spells, and other magic flew like a parade towards the watchtower.

Due to the different strengths of the domain and the degree of control over the elements of the same mage, it is very easy to interfere with each other during operation, and there is a certain chance of elemental fission, so they distanced themselves from each other as early as when they sensed that something was wrong. Minimize interference with each other's jurisdictions.

The watchtower was bombarded with so much magic. One by one, they crumbled and shattered.

In comparison, the kobold's fireball technique is far inferior to that of mages in terms of distance and power, and even the occasional approach is dispersed by the joint efforts of many prayer masters.

"Boom!"

Another watchtower finally collapsed, although it was close, but because there was no fireball just now, it was automatically ignored by the mage and left for the last treatment, and now, the kobold hiding inside was blown off by the fireball. Falling to the ground, it let out a hoarse howl as it rolled its eyelids before dying, and a fireball that had gathered its entire energy flew out of its two claws.

It happened suddenly. Everyone was caught off guard.

Fireballs streaked through the air. The direction he went was right towards Luo Lan, who was riding on a horse.

Olasser's eyebrows twitched, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Mogo Watts hid under his sleeve and raised his wrist. He put it down again, squinting at him with a mocking look.

In the queue, there are many people who can intercept, but they have all kinds of complicated psychology, and they only hesitate for a moment, and they lose the opportunity to shoot.

One by one, his eyes watched the fireball move, as if it was pulling in slow motion, getting closer and closer to Luo Lan, seeing that it was about to hit his cheek, Xi Jiesi's eyes behind him flashed coldly, and the hand holding the sword was about to be pulled out, at this time, a dagger poking out of the air suddenly cut at the fireball, seemingly a simple action, but the structure and balance in it were instantly destroyed by most of the half, and the fireball that had been dimmed was still flying towards the target unyieldingly.

Another dagger stabbed out of thin air, and the blade swung rapidly, repeatedly peeling away the fireball like the wings of a vibrating insect, peeling away the cloaks of flame that had been held together layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, the power of the fireball was reduced again, but Yu Mang continued to stubbornly struggle forward, but when he reached the finish line, he finally overwhelmed the load, let out a rabbed groan, and a few wisps of fire spun around reluctantly, floating in the air.

Luo Lan sat on the saddle horse, only glanced casually, the corners of his mouth curved a slight ironic arc, and his calm composure was not inferior to Chester, or even better.

The undead thief "Blade" grinned at Xijiesi, but the latter could only see the bandages on his face squirm for a moment, and he couldn't help but snort.

After absorbing the dark energy, the blade was able to hide the unique fluctuations of the undead in his body, and he also followed the example of Athosimath and wrapped a white bandage around his body.

There was a deliberately suppressed exclamation from the crowd, and during the whole process, the slightly weaker eyesight only saw two faint phantoms passing by, and the fireball dissipated, and there was a trace of awe of the pastor and the strength of his subordinates.

Under the mage's advance layer by layer, the battle on the stone bridge ended in a short time, dozens of watchtowers turned into debris rolling to the ground, the wind in the air was hot and restless, and even the humid sea breeze could not completely dispel the long-cherished fire elemental for a while.

After the most dangerous battle, the armor on Chester Knight's body was still bright, and his hair was not messy, and in the short time just now, his extraordinary strength in experience, vision, and martial arts had been soaked into the hearts of the people, and all the limelight of the battle had been swept away until now, and even the mage's scenery was eclipsed, and he was suppressed in the secret battle.

At this time, he still maintained a gentle and humble smile, as if he was doing only a trivial matter.

However, someone suddenly said with a sigh: "It's really hypocritical......"