Did the letter that Willy's father had sent to Maca really just want to convey the message that he was good enough to deal with the basilisk?

No, of course not.

A basilisk alone would not pose a threat to the head of the Blois family, who had an ancient summoning heritage, even if the basilisk was obviously extraordinary.

Not only Mr. Blois himself was completely sure of this, but even Maca knew it. After all, in the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion, he had personally fought with this man.

So, what exactly did Blois want to tell Maca through that urgent letter, that "peace of mind"?

With that said, the answer is pretty straightforward.

……

Not long after Akinbad, who was missing an arm and blind in an eye, arrived at Fort Blois, in the foothills of the Monaco border.

The able, short-haired witch suddenly raised her head and glanced across the air - in that direction, a red light flew straight up, flashing with a striking light.

"Looks like the basilisk wants to break through that side again...... Two people stay here, and the others close their eyes and follow me! ”

Before she could finish speaking, the short-haired witch suddenly flashed, and disappeared with the distorted phantom of space. The rest of the companions disappeared one by one according to her command, and in the end, only the two of them were left vigilant here.

The next moment, on the hillside at the other end, figures appeared one after another.

It can be seen that in order to prevent the instant death gaze of the basilisk as soon as it appears, they all decisively close their eyes. The short-haired witch was the only one with her eyes open, but as soon as she appeared, she lowered her eyes and only looked at the grass in front of her.

Obviously, since the whole team was almost planted on the poisonous fog last time, she will not be fooled again this time.

"Are you all right?"

From the surrounding sounds, it was clear that the basilisk had indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous mist.

As for the group of wizards who stayed here, most of them stood still as much as possible to keep their formation in place with their eyes closed, casting spells to contain the basilisk. There was only one person, who was lying on the grass and not moving, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

After hearing the short-haired witch ask, a strong man, probably the leader of this squad, immediately spoke:

Vincent fell, most likely by accident and directly into the basilisk's eyes...... Everyone else is fine, not injured yet. ”

Although he answered decisively and quickly, after all, a companion died on the spot, and the strong man's tone was somewhat regretful and sentimental.

"Well," the witch replied, and after casting a spell in the direction of the basilisk, she continued, "Push harder, even if you can't kill it yet, it's still possible to get it hurt...... No matter how bad it is, you have to drive it back into the poisonous fog. ”

"Yes!"

In the midst of a brief exchange between the two, the other companions threw a few more spells at the basilisk again, and the sound of explosions and crashes came and went.

It's a pity that because there is no way to confirm whether the basilisk has been injured, it is difficult for them to judge the more accurate battle situation.

At this stage, there is probably nothing wrong with using the word "blind beating" to describe it.

And just a few minutes after the wizards cast spells one after another, trying to suppress the basilisk, a vibration that was even stronger than the previous one caused the short-haired witch to immediately shout:

"Be careful, it's approaching!"

This time, the basilisk may have noticed that the short-haired witch had not completely closed her eyes, so it did not repeat its old tricks, but chose to force its way into the encirclement.

At this moment, if anyone dared to look directly at its body, they would find that the many offensive spells they had used so many times before had actually not really harmed its body at all. At best, it left a few shades of marks on its hard, demon-resistant skin.

Truth be told, a series of larger magical creatures such as basilisks and fire dragons, although they also use some of their natural magic, ultimately prefer to rely on their strong bodies to engage in hand-to-hand combat with their enemies.

Sensing that the basilisk was rapidly approaching, the wizards present resisted the urge to retreat, trying to catch the path of the basilisk as much as possible.

They knew that if they couldn't help but start running backwards, they would be even more unable to confirm the basilisk's location. When the time comes, there will be nothing else to do but compete with your companions to see who can run faster.

In a matter of moments, the wizards who had judged the location of the basilisk cast spells one after another, some of them hit, some of them missed. Fortunately, the basilisk is very large, and most of them can still hit the target.

It's just that it's hard to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks will have. All they knew was that the basilisk's speed didn't seem to slow down, but rather became faster.

Is it not effective at all? Or is it because it angers the other party?

Just as the short-haired witch was about to make everyone retreat for a while, a long, thick tail suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye and jerked towards her location.

She didn't have time to think about it at all, so she took the initiative to lean down at that time, and the impact of her forehead hitting the ground made her a little dizzy, but she still gritted her teeth and kept herself awake.

And the next second she fell to the ground, the tail almost whistled against her back, and the violent air currents even moved her body to the side by a few inches.

If it falls on his body this time, he is afraid that he will be whipped into a broken sack on the spot.

"Withdraw! Retreat! She shouted as she glanced behind her, and something seemed to be coming this way, and she hurriedly added, "Leave me alone!" That's an order! ”

If you want to blame her, she is standing too far forward - although this is mainly to guard her companions against the drug fog, it is really not appropriate for a commander to stand so far forward.

This time it was a mistake in her judgment.

In a hurry, the tail that had just been flicked horizontally seemed to be pumping from above to her prostrate position, and as the whistling sound approached, she hurriedly closed her eyes and rolled to the side.

Even if it's too late, you'll have to give it a try, won't you?

But at this moment, a deafening roar sounded in mid-air, and the short-haired witch felt a tightness around her waist.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she had been pulled aside by a spell.

"Bang!"

Between the splashes of dirt, the basilisk's tail landed hard where the short-haired witch had just been, and the force was so great that a crack appeared in the ground.

Immediately, the short-haired witch felt a wave of scorching air approaching from the air, burning her as if even the ends of her hair were about to be set on fire.

"All of them go, leave it to me...... In addition, the poisonous mist can be ignited and eliminated with this, and it can be used in the direction of spreading. ”

"Head of the house!"

The short-haired witch quickly got up and looked back, and at first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of incomparably hot flames.

But I saw that the flying dragon flashed its huge wings, hanging firmly behind the head of the Blois family. Where it was, the grass was scorched and burning, and if it stayed longer, it would be inevitable that there would be a wildfire.

On the other side, the basilisk may have instinctively sensed the great threat of the flaming wyvern, and in the blink of an eye, it retreated to the vicinity of the poisonous mist. It seems that if there is the slightest change here, it will definitely turn around and run.

The more intelligent creatures are, the less they like to fight hard. At this time, facing the extremely intimidating wyvern, even if it knew that it might not be an opponent, it would never want to fight the opponent head-on.

Needless damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

"Head of the family, aren't you going to stay in the family? ...... over the castle."

"There's a butler over there," said Blois casually, tossing a small bottle to the short-haired witch, "and, besides, President Akinbad of the International Confederation of Wizards has come to visit the castle out of the blue, and I have asked him to take people to guard the castle." ”

The witch took the small bottle, and did not look at it carefully for a while, but said with a little confusion:

"That Mr. Akinbad...... No problem? ”

However, instead of answering her question directly, Blois instead reminded:

"The one you have in your hand is called 'Mighty Fire Bottle', which Mr. McLean once sold out, and the effect is trustworthy. After a while, you can just smash it into the ground inside the mist. ”

After explaining how to use it, he waved his hand at the other party.

"And Mr. Arkinbad, who is also recognized by Mr. McLean, I think he can be trusted as well...... Go ahead! Hurry up and clear the poisonous fog before it spreads into the Muggle towns outside. ”

When the wizards of the family had evacuated with the short-haired witch, they saw that Blois did not look in the direction of the basilisk, but directly leaned sideways and waved his hand.

In an instant, the flaming wyvern that had been hovering behind him rose from the ground, and then spun around and swooped down towards the basilisk at high speed.

"Roar—"

A dragon's roar, accompanied by a burst of flaming dragon breath, spewed out and landed on the basilisk's raised head before it could rush near the basilisk.

As expected, when the basilisk saw this, he turned over and wanted to burrow into the poisonous mist, which was surprisingly fast. In the blink of an eye, the dragon's breath didn't catch up, but mercilessly scorched the land where it was originally located into a piece of charcoal.

However, although the Flame Wyvern's dragon breath also swept away a little poisonous mist, the latter still did not change at all, as if the two had not come into contact at all.

However, the Flame Wyvern wouldn't care about the poisonous mist or anything. As long as the master's orders do not change, even if the enemy burrows into the sea, it will still decisively plunge headlong.

The two sides fled and chased, that is, in a matter of seconds, they both got into the poisonous fog and disappeared again.

It was only then that Blois turned his head sideways to look into the poisonous mist, silent, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.