Although Morey was puzzled, Aved, who was approaching rapidly, had no obligation to answer Morey's questions, on the contrary, he took advantage of Morey's trance and successfully drove his mount into the dead corner of Morey's sight.

If Morey wants to attack him, he must turn his body to face him.

Although the time to turn was brief, it was enough for Arvid to run to Morey's close range, raise his sword and slash.

Morey quickly understood Avid's intentions, and his figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already 100 feet away from Avid.

Looking at Morey, who had successfully escaped to the other side with the help of [Any Gate], Arvid was not discouraged in the slightest.

He tugged at the reins, and the white horse from Hanoverl charged at Morey again with a brisk pace.

Naturally, Morey was not to be outdone, and cold ice spears and scorching fireballs bombarded the surroundings of the white horse in turn.

Although this time there is no [Glory Charge]'s "ignore spells below level 5" magic immunity effect, as the boss's mount, "Victory" obviously knows how to dodge spells better.

Sometimes it leaps like an antelope, sometimes it dodges left and right like a butterfly, sometimes it advances, sometimes it retreats, and neither Morey's rapidly spinning ice spear nor the fireball containing explosive energy can hurt it in the slightest.

White flowing sideburns, jet-black shining eyes that can see through people's hearts, gorgeous and magical steps, and a brisk and vigorous posture.

The skill and grace displayed by "Victory" even made Morey think at one point that he was watching a master dancer dance on the battlefield.

Even Morey, as an opponent, had to express his admiration, and then developed a different mood for Arvid.

Why can you have such a god horse?

Seeing Morey's look of jealousy, Arvid smiled triumphantly.

He has seen too many people express such emotions, and whenever he controls the "victory" campaign or travels, he always reaps a lot of such negative emotions.

And he was always able to use such emotions to get enough for himself, just like now.

Just as "Victory" twisted his waist to dodge an ice gun, Avid suddenly tightened his waist with his feet.

"Whew!"

Although "Victory" tried to dodge, the ice spear grazed its body, cutting open a wound five or six feet long.

The flesh turned out, and the blood instantly soaked its whole body.

"Ril!"

The pain couldn't help but make the white elf let out a long hiss of pain.

Seeing this beautiful white elf suffer such pain, even Morey couldn't bear to slow down the release of the spell in his hand, and looked at it with an unbearable expression.

"Good chance!"

Arvid's eyes lit up, and the whole person jumped directly off the horse, and slashed at Morey's neck with a swing of the knife.

Morey's superhuman perception continued to warn wildly, and his body instinctively bent down to dodge the stab of the owl.

It's a pity that Avid didn't forgive, and the long sword slashed at the Morey stinger who was rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and every time he was only a fraction of a second, he could slash Morey under the sword.

Morey is also depressed at the moment, as long as he gives himself another short time, it is a time for gestures.

He can cast [Any Gate] to dodge into the distance again, but Arvid's shadowy attack can accurately interrupt his movements every time.

"Damn!"

Suddenly, Avid only felt that his body was heavy, as if he had suddenly been shackled with a heavy shackle, and when he swung his sword to attack, it was as if he was training to swing his sword underwater, which was extremely blocked.

"Your [earth] realm (gravity), you have been successful."

"The target is affected by the effect of [Earth's gravity]."

"Movement speed reduced by 50% and attack speed reduced by 50%."

"The effect lasts for one round."

With the blocking effect of [Earth Gravity], Morey successfully stood up from the ground.

It's just that at this time, he is like a mud monkey, and his anger is like an irrepressible flame, which bursts out in an instant.

Countless dark blue magic missiles filled the entire space with just a trance.

"You have consumed 1 point of stamina, and the [Magic Missile] has been successfully cast."

"You have consumed 1 point of stamina, and the [Magic Missile] has been successfully cast."

“......”

After dozens of reminders of "the spell was successfully cast", Morey unleashed an overwhelming barrage of magic missiles, and the target was Avid, whose speed was slowed down.

Each attack of the [Magic Missile] is no less than the heavy blow of a boxing champion in Morey's previous life.

Even Avid, who was as strong as a high-ranking knight, couldn't help but grin in pain, and at first he tried to dodge, but the rain-like fists made it impossible to dodge.

In the end, Arvid seemed to accept his fate, directly put down the long sword, hugged his head, curled up his body, and firmly guarded his vital point.

But even so, Avid still felt like he had become a piece of iron, being beaten on the iron felt.

[Magic Missile] Avid is not unprecedented, but this is different from the previous impact that Avid can almost ignore, the [Magic Missile] cast by those mages is at most to bruise his skin and produce a little bruise, but Morey's [Magic Missile] is like a small chisel constantly chiseling his own bones, and he can even hear the overwhelmed cracking sound of bones.

This made him instantly have a feeling that the world was unreal, could it be that those mages hadn't cultivated the real [Magic Missile] to their home, or had Morey's [Magic Missile] reached its peak and tended to transform into a realm?

"Boom!"

When the last [Magic Missile] slammed into Avid's swollen right arm, the overwhelmed arm made a crisp snapping sound and folded into a strange angle.

"Arvid, General, it's still too late for you to surrender now!" Looking at Avid, whose whole body was swollen as if he had just been rubbed and abused by a hundred big men, even the black-bellied Morey couldn't help but persuade him.

Beat people up too hard.

It's not enough to kill people, but this humiliating attack is still unacceptable!

Morey said as he examined his own mistakes.

"You think you've really won?!"

Lying on the ground, Avid trembled and propped herself up, her swollen eyes looking at Morey through a slight slit.

Although Avid's tone was cold and implied murderous intent, looking at Avid, who had a blue nose and swollen face and no face, Morey thought of the originator of sausage packing, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha, ha, yes, I'm sorry! Haha...... "Although Morey tried his best to remind himself to be steady, he was at war!"

But when he saw Avid's happy face, he could only hold his stomach and apologize again and again.

When Avid heard Morey, who kept apologizing and being interrupted by his own laughter, Linggai was directly burned by his own anger.

"You're going to die!"