Chapter 153: Battle Spellcasting
Bell Block!
The sound of a howling wind came, accompanied by the sound of weapons colliding, and then there was a playful voice in Golia's coquettishness: "Isn't that okay?" So you're such a useless man! What about your spells? How could you be interrupted by someone so lightly? Wasn't it still very proud last night? Why don't you show your machismo now? β
"Come on?"
"Attack me with spells!"
"You're like a now! What about the bravery last night? Are you already weak? β
Bell Block!
Golia, dressed in a white tight-fitting dress, was as beautiful as a blooming snowdrop, but her attacks were extremely brave, as if blessed with dragon power, wielding a heavy staff and sweeping at Sauron's vital points again and again. As a near-legendary Northland witch, she is not without the slightest melee ability, on the contrary, the high-level wizards in this world have been trained in melee combat. It can be said that even if she doesn't use spells, she is equivalent to a second-order warrior in close combat.
"Come on!"
Golia, perhaps because of the physical exertion, or because of the words that made her a little excited, her charming face slightly flushed, and said in a mocking voice: "Is that all you can do?" Or do you just have to be heroes on women at night, and it's so easy to be interrupted by distractions when you fight? β
The full chest rises and falls with the vigorous exercise, and crosses a very eye-catching arc.
Clang!
Golia's beautiful whirlwind directly forced Sauron back a step, and at the same time jumped up and slammed the staff into Sauron's head.
"Drink!"
Sauron took a deep breath, the expression on his face was a little indescribable, it was quite distressed anyway.
From beginning to end, he only defended and did not attack, so he was forced to be a little wolf by Golia's unleashed attacks, and several times he had a little time to cast spells, and was immediately interrupted by the opponent's fierce attack (not a typo). The whole block dodged and parried the opponent's two rounds of attacks. Sauron also seized the opportunity to counterattack two arcane missiles, and even Goliath's protective energy force field could not be broken. The result of such a battle undoubtedly made Sauron a little depressed, and he felt very unpleasantly suppressed.
Bell Block!
At the end of the new round of offensive, Goliath pulled back like a butterfly wearing flowers, her full chest rose and fell slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll be here here for the time being today." β
After all, a wizard's physical strength is not comparable to that of a melee professional.
Sauron withdrew his scimitar with some anger, then looked up at the woman in front of him with an inexplicably excited expression and a coquettish face like a peach blossom, and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't expect your mockery ability to be so strong!" β
This who clicked on the taunt skill.γ
How could he not have seen that she actually had such a high level of sarcasm skills, and the words that came out during the fight. It did affect Sauron's play a little.
Weakness.
As a very strong man, even if he has a strong will and concentration, when he is ridiculed by a woman sexually, especially when he is ridiculed by his own woman, he will still be a little disturbed unintentionally.
Goliath glanced at him narrowly, raised her white fingers and gently stroked the ends of her falling hair, and smiled very gently, "Wizards must learn to ignore the taunts of their enemies. This is the first lesson in mastering combat spellcasting, and many enemies will be able to see into your emotions and then use words to provoke and provoke you. and use it to influence you to cast spells. β
"You may not be affected by melee combat, but you're not focused enough from a spellcasting perspective! Master the ability to cast spells in battle, not only to deal with enemy attacks, but also to learn to ignore their verbal interference. β
Focus skills are the key to determining [Battle Cast].
At the last moment, she was still heroic and her chest was fierce. At this moment, she turned back into a gentle and touching woman, as if the person who had said all kinds of provocative and even shameful words to anger Sauron and even a little shameful was not her at all. She raised her eyebrows slightly and untied her headband, letting her long silky hair fall freely, and glanced at Sauron. Play with taste: "Are you angry? β
"Nope." Sauron replied in a muffled voice.
Then he walked straight over, picked up the noble witch in front of him, and then carried it on his shoulder. He turned and walked back into the room.
"Badass!"
Goliath seemed to foresee what was going to happen next, so her charming face was flushed, but instead of struggling, she gently hammered Sauron's shoulder and whispered, "Stingy man! You yourself said that you wouldn't get angry no matter what I said during training! β
Syllable!
Sauron raised his hand and patted her round ass, muffled, "I'm really not angry. β
"I just feel like I need to prove myself again!"
Golia's delicate body couldn't help but soften when she heard this, her face became more and more flushed, and she said a little coquettishly begging for mercy: "I was wrong." You were as fierce as a tiger last night! β¦β¦β
Sauron kicked the door open and continued to muffle, "It's getting late. β
His palm stroked his round buttocks, and he squeezed it a few times, then threw Golia on the bed, raised his hand and closed the door with a mage trick, and then reached out to hold the full chest of the witch, kneading it on the slightly erect bump, and then the clothes were not untied, and he opened his mouth and bit it lightly.
"Hmm! β¦β¦β
Goliath trembled a little, reached out and wrapped her arms around Sauron's neck, her face was as red as the sunset on the horizon, and her voice was soft, "What a stinginess! I told you that training combat spells would provoke you! β
"Tap!"
"Ahh β¦β¦ Well! β¦β¦ Dislike! β¦β¦β
Sauron didn't untie the clothes on Golia's body, and directly lifted the long skirt with a corset, and then stretched out his fingers and stroked it a few times underneath, and when he took it out, it was already wet, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a playful smile, and said slowly: "It looks like you're a little insincere!" β
"Didn't you irritate me with those words! Are you feeling excited? β
Enter without mercy.
Sauron picked up Goliath's soft body and sat it on top of him, he opened his mouth to kiss Goliath's lips, and his waist moved gently like a fierce and burning drumbeat.
"Hmm! β¦β¦β
The lingering kiss made Golia close her eyes a little intoxicated, she was blushing around Sauron's neck, twisting and swaying her delicate body with the impact, in this intoxicating blending happiness, she suddenly felt Sauron's lips close to her earlobe, and then said in a somewhat low wheezing voice: "Golia." I think I'm in love with you! β
Brief general stiffness.
The next moment, Golia's whole body spasmed like an electric shock in an instant, and her mouth let out an irrepressible moan, and then her delicate body twitched slightly.
She suddenly threw Sauron onto the bed, and kissed him on the lips, a little crazy, a little obsessed.
After a while.
Goliath gently raised her head, raised her white fingers and wiped the corners of her mouth, her face was as delicate and moving as a blooming peach blossom, she gently pressed her palm on Sauron's chest, her slender waist swayed with the ups and downs, and said softly: "I've been waiting for your words for a long time!" β
"I love you."
"I don't know when it started, but I think it's love. Do you know? When I first realized that I was missing a man, I felt a little overwhelmed! β¦β¦β
Intimate blending.
As if the rousing drum beat had turned into a soothing lingering, Golia leaned over and kissed Sauron's lips again, then gently reached behind her back and untied her dress.
A little bit of sunlight was pouring in from the window.
All the lusts turned into tenderness in the blending, as if a qiΔ was so beautiful.
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Continental, Octotor Valley.
Bands of heavily armed warriors approached, dressed in black full-body armor and grim faces, looking not ordinary warriors, but more like fallen Dark Guards. Behind these Dark Guards are a group of robed priests who do not wear any insignia of the gods on their chests, but this also means that they belong to some shady power. Behind them was a black-robed priest who stared at the valley with a grim expression and ordered everyone to enter.
Truly!
A strange sound came from all sides of the valley.
Vampire bats hovering in the darkness can be seen, as well as some strange figures leaping around the valley, with scarlet pupils and sharp fangs peeking out of the corners of their mouths.
"Welcome to my turf."
A vampire god son in a blood-red dress descended from the sky, he smiled and looked at everyone in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on the black-robed priest, playing with taste: "High priest! I didn't expect you to come to the door so quickly! β
The black-robed priest took a step forward, and said in a somewhat angry voice, "You shameless thief! How dare you steal my lord's divine power! I'm going to get you back today! β
"Really?" A mocking smile appeared on the handsome face of the vampire god, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a large group of vampire slaves suddenly appeared around him.
There was not the slightest fear on the black-robed priest's face, he glanced around with contempt, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think this group of garbage can help you defeat me?" You're so naΓ―ve! β
There was a brief dead silence.
Then another emaciated figure emerged, standing alone at the exit of the valley, as if to cut off the nearby space, bringing a shadow and melody of evil here.
The Poet of Hell played with the magic flute at his fingertips, looked up at the front, and smiled, "What if you add me?" β
The black-robed priest's face changed dramatically in an instant!
β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦ (To be continued......)