After getting the cowpox, Tel Aviv was ready to turn around and leave.

While it was true that this was in line with his character, he didn't, because his supposedly calm and decisive head suddenly came up with the idea that "it's not good to just throw this damn crazy woman away".

Of course, this did not make him give up on leaving, but at least it gave him a chance to think carefully, because no matter what, he must also admit that he was able to find cowpox thanks to Fadra.

Shaking his head helplessly, he turned his head to look at Fadra who was using magic to concentrate on probing, and then walked directly to the stone not far away and sat down, anyway, the cowpox was already in hand, and the time was not as tight as imagined, so it didn't hurt to help her a little.

Of course, Tel Aviv doesn't think Fadra's approach will make her damn effort proportional to the results, but efficiency does deserve to be recognized, there is no doubt about it.

But after a while, a sense of helplessness quickly crept into his heart, did this damn heretic really think that his magic power was endless?

Although they also use magic, they will be somewhat different after their own development.

Just like the way of flying, witches are much simpler than priests, their brooms are magical, and they can fly with a little magic infusion, of course, this magic is created by the witches themselves, so they priests don't.

In other words, if the priest wants to fly, he must be like Tel Aviv, and he must apply both levitation magic and teleportation magic to himself, and this must ensure that the staff must be full of magic at all times.

Well, that's why priests rarely make goddamn flights.

Of course, on the one hand, it is too mana-intensive, and on the other hand, it is quite worth the loss, and the speed of flying like a turtle is not as fast as riding a horse.

Fortunately, after flying for a while, Fadra landed slowly, otherwise Tel Aviv really couldn't be sure if he would start scolding in the air.

Perhaps he had to state that he had no interest in corpses, because Tel Aviv looked like a necrophile when he saw a corpse, but luckily it didn't last long: "It looks like the guy has just passed by here, and the corpse hasn't cooled yet." ”

"It should be around here, but because of the jungle, the view from above is not very good, and I didn't observe it. As she spoke, Fardella clubbed her staff on the ground, ready to explore again, but suddenly noticed a strange movement from the west, which made her subconsciously open her mouth to remind Tel Aviv: "It seems to be here, it feels like a big guy." ”

"Oh, of course, I'm not old enough to be blind and deaf, and I'm good at talking nonsense, so you might as well tell me where it is. Tel Aviv's face was full of caution, and the staff he clenched was a sign that he was ready for battle

"Seriously, Bleach stick, the most important thing you should suspect is your disappointing brain. Although the vibration was getting louder and louder, Phadella still didn't feel any nervousness, but at the moment before rushing out, she still snorted sullenly: "When you shout for help in a while, the old lady won't care about you." ”

As the curtain came down on her disgruntled voice, a huge black shadow instantly swooped down on the two of them from the grass.

Tra Aviv's battle-trained agility allowed Tel Aviv to swing his staff quickly, and of course, he might have been quicker if he hadn't focused most of his attention on fighting Fadra.

With his movements, a huge wall of ice rose up, knocking the flying black shadow into the air.

Seeing that the ice wall had some effect, Tel Aviv summoned a few more ice spikes and quickly threw them at the black shadow in the air.

However, the black shadow was obviously not an ordinary beast, and with a wave of its arm it smashed, shattering all the ice spikes that flew over.

"Boom", the black shadow fell from the sky to the ground with a loud sound.

After retracting the ice wall, Tel Aviv took a closer look at the monster, the thing was pitch black, with hands and feet, its limbs were quite developed, and its body was unusually tall, he had never seen this species, so he turned his head to look at Fadra: "You still have this kind of thing here?"

"Don't put that disgusting look of yours on me, Bleach Stick, but I still need to state that there's no such thing in Darkmoon Witch Castle. He replied, and Fadra didn't stop swinging his staff.

The condensed flames didn't hesitate to pounce on the monster, but the monster quickly rolled to the right and dodged Fadra's flames.

Unable to do so, Fadra quickly unleashed a second blow, and the dense blades of wind swept towards the monster.

And the monster also had its own way of coping, it raised its arms to protect its head, and its rough and thick body perfectly resisted the wind blade, but it only suffered a lot of skin injuries.

Of course, Tel Aviv was not idle at this time, he took advantage of Fadra's attack to raise his staff and throw out dozens of ice spikes.

However, the monster did not retreat as Tel Aviv had expected, but instead rushed towards the two of them with a dense barrage of attacks.

This caused him a little pressure, because the two of them didn't have much combat power in close quarters, and thinking about it, he raised his hand again and waved his staff, building four or five ice walls in the way of which monster rushed over.

However, the ice wall that looked very small and looked solid could not last more than half a second under the huge strength of the monster.

Seeing that the monster had come closer, Tel Aviv had to pull Phadella to dodge to the side, but Fardella pulled Tel Aviv into the air with a broomstick: "Hey, how about shouting for help?"

Tel Aviv was about to speak, but the monster jumped up and pounced on the two in the air, but fortunately he reacted in time, swung his staff downward, summoning a strong gust of wind to blow the two out of the monster's attack range, otherwise there would have been a tragic fall incident.

"Maybe your cry for help would sound better. With that, Tel Aviv fiddled with her staff in front of Fadra, and then she saw a burst of hot fireballs crashing down on the spot where the monster had fallen.

"If I accidentally drop you down, that's a different story. Despite the disdain written on her face, she gave up the idea of arguing with Tel Aviv for the time being, and instead began to wave her staff to herself in the interval between his attacks.

Bursts of ice hockey balls followed, and the bombardment continued for a while before the two cautiously walked forward.

And the monster had long since lost its breath, and there was not even a complete place for the corpse.

"Maybe you'll be more concerned about what the hell this is, madwoman. Looking down, Tel Aviv was really curious.

"Obviously, there's someone more curious than I am, isn't it, Death Stick?" replied casually, and Phadra suddenly walked briskly into the pit, raising his foot and kicking the corpse's clutched short knife.

However, because of the attack of the two, it is already difficult to see the original appearance of the short knife.

"The material of this short knife seems to be good, it's all like this, and it doesn't mean to break yet. Shrugging his shoulders, Fardella raised his scarlet lips and smiled.

"That's something you should think about, Fadra, and as for me, there's more important things to do. With that, Tel Aviv turned around and prepared to leave, and it is worth mentioning that this was the first time he called Fardella by his name.

"Hehe, I hope your brilliant brain won't let you get lost here, I don't want to clean up the mess for you. With a disdainful snort, Phadella mounted his broomstick and left.

At the same time, the sound of "Tel Aviv" came from nowhere.