The thin man stared closely at the arcane missile that had been condensed with 127 failures and finally fused, and he covered his heart as if there were a hundred big men holding drumsticks desperately beating his chest diaphragm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Yes...... Can it be done? A small man of no stature and thinness, squinting his eyes and his voice trembled.

"Do you want to be a mediocrity for a lifetime, or a hero for a second?"

The spell casting process was over, and the thin man and Paul Rubinfeld, who had only known each other for two days, stood up from the apprenticeship group, and their hearts were clear.

"Leave the final result to Glacis."

The thin man folded his hands and completed the transformation from an atheist to a devout believer in just a few seconds.

"I can't go wrong with my orbital calculations!" In contrast, Paul's emotions were more intense.

The players who were screaming and screaming for death opened their eyes in confusion, and found that the fireball above them suddenly came to a strange standstill, as if something had slammed into the fireball from diagonally below, and then began a strange twisting wave.

Herman's eyes were about to fall out, and he turned his head with difficulty to look at the rookie apprentices, who happened to meet the thin man's gaze.

"Sir, I'm not ashamed of you."

The thin man saluted the teacher with a modest smile, the expectant light in his eyes shining even in the light of the giant fireball.

Time seemed to stand still at this second, and even the warriors on the most intense battlefield in the center stopped their weapons and looked up in a daze as the super fireball that had eaten two arcane bullets changed color as if it had been poisoned, revealing an unhealthy deep purple, and there were faintly some weird bright white light patterns passing through it.

"Oh!"

The apprentices were boiling, and they wouldn't fail to remember what the teacher had just taught about the collapse of the arcane energy at noon today. Each formed spell has its own center of mass, which is a conceptual substance similar to an energy core that the caster creates by inputting his or her own spirit at the beginning of the spell. The function is to ensure that the spell can remain stable from the very beginning of the shaping and gathering energy to the time it reaches the target and will not escape and disintegrate halfway.

The center of mass usually has a fixed position, depending on the final form of the spell. If the spell is cast in a spherical shape, then its center of mass must be at its center; If the spell is arrow-shaped, the center of mass is generally two-thirds of the way from the vertex in the middle of the triangular arrow.

Since the center of mass is the key to maintaining a spell, destroying it naturally becomes the main way to crack a spell.

A fireball is also a ball, and the center of mass must be at the center of the circle. Calculate the flight trajectory of the fireball technique in advance, and use the characteristics of the arcane bomb flying slightly faster than the fireball, so that the energy fluctuations generated by the arcane bomb hitting the fireball destroy the center of mass, then this fireball must be like the teacher demonstrated in the class, due to the loss of the stable source, poof, no trace.

The apprentices laughed wildly and hugged these two classmates who were always embarrassed in class, although their practical ability was weak, but the theory class was called a solid one. When a group of us followed the teacher to throw the spell out and could only do it in a hurry, they were able to come up with such a solution in a hurry, which really fulfilled the damn saying that a fool must have a thousand worries.

The jubilant corner was in stark contrast to the dead silence of the entire battlefield, and the excited arcane law disciples seemed to have finally noticed that something was wrong, following the puzzled gaze of the thin man and Paul, the purple fireball did not have the slightest tendency to burp, as if the two arcane bullets were gold, and after eating them, they grew bigger and bigger, and finally swelled to cover most of the battlefield, and the scene was like a super UFO that slowly rotated on the Empire State Building on Independence Day.

"Who allowed you to act on your own!" Bai Leng was dripping in a cold sweat, and he couldn't believe that this rooster's howling voice could come from Mr. Herman, who had always paid attention to his image: "Who told you that the Arcanon Disintegration also applies to elemental spells?" You damned, stupid fools! ”

From now on, if someone still says to Bai Leng that the meteor shower is beautiful, he will definitely slap the girl to death: Do you want to try the taste of being hit by a meteor?

The purple-black fire exploded, like a purple meteor shower in the entire coordinate area, this is better, everyone is fair, let's taste the bitter fruit caused by this unbelievable spell experiment.

Bai Leng stared at the sky, took two steps sideways to avoid an ember ball, and shouted at Herman's shoulder beside him: "What the hell is this! ”

"You should especially ask your companions, the arcane energy and the elements have never been able to merge, and the interaction between the forces of nature and the cosmic source energy has only one result!" Herman angrily pushed Bai Leng out of his spell barrier: "It's an explosion, do you now know how terrible a lack of knowledge is?" ”

"I'm grass, do you say that the people inside are still possible to do this again?" Bai Leng slapped out the purple fire on the breastplate with all his might.

"He is a second-order elemental who is already overdrawing his life by making this way, and I use my reputation to vouch that person will never fight again."

"What's going on here!" Among all the people, the one who wants to cry the most should be Bai Leng, especially when Rong Zixin shouted "The cavalry is coming" while "hiding from the rain".

The woods to the east were a little far from here, and they were not affected by this inexplicable catastrophe, and the leader of the cavalry could not seize the good opportunity of this chaos, and with the neighing of horses, more than 30 horsemen took advantage of this wind to float out of the woods that had been hidden for a long time.

"Gaode! Gray! Don't mess around, speed array! ”

Bai Leng no longer bothered to control the panel, and he walked through a field of oracles who were burned and cried his father, and struggled to the center of the battlefield. Although it seems that the players have been crumbled by their own people, the AOE damage is average, and those bandits will inevitably be washed by the rain of fire. If they can still stabilize the formation in this way, Bai Leng can only say to the mayor, "It's not that the **** is not strong, why are the bandits too tenacious."

Rong Zixin ran frantically in the direction of the robber cavalry's impact with the seventh squad that had gathered less than half, and he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to the poor guys on the periphery who only cared about slapping the purple flames on their bodies and crashing into the horse's hooves. The victory or defeat of this battle is at this moment, no matter whether Rong Zixin is an enemy or a teammate in front of him, as long as he stands in his way, he will knock on the hilt of a sword.

Perhaps thanks to the purple-black fire regiments all over the place, the horses of the cavalry were obviously affected a little by this aspect, and when they charged, they were crooked, which was a big difference compared to the previous momentum.

Henry brought in a dozen or so soldiers of Team 2, he knew the task of Team 7 and understood their importance to the whole situation, so he would rather leave his team members alone, but also come to help the old guys block the enemy's pace, even if it can delay the momentum.

Rong Zixin glanced at the number of team members following behind him, there were about thirty or forty people, which should be enough. Over there, Henry had already exchanged fire with the cavalry, and a dozen or so people successfully helped Rong Zixin win precious tens of seconds for the final deployment, and then he was cut down to the ground with a smile, turning into a puddle of red smoke under the horse's hooves.

Finally, the seventh team appeared in formation on the charging route of the robber cavalry, and the leader of the cavalry, the Savior, was anxious to cut down on the enemy who could still stand in front of him.

Accustomed to the flames, the horses returned to that majestic state, and the Kusi steed, which had grown up in the mountains since childhood, spat on his lips, stomped violently on the ground to increase his speed, and the rider on his body raised his scimitar, and the trumpet of the charge was sharp and inspiring.

Rong Zixin stood at the front of the group, he didn't have anything in his hand, not even Ellis's saber was in his backpack. He doesn't say inspiring words like Bethlehem, he only sets an example to his teammates with his actions: "What I do, you can just learn from me."

"Ready!"

Facing the increasingly frequent sound of horses' hooves, the members of the seventh squad bowed down and made a preparatory posture for starting.

Thirty meters.

"Rush!"

The mutated flames had to be extinguished without combustibles, and the guy who had lost half of his blood but still had his braids struggled to get up from the dirt, baring his teeth and cheering on his companions with the last of his strength.

Twenty meters.

"Copy guys! Pull out half! ”

The cavalry leader almost didn't hold his scimitar, and a faint premonition burned from his heart to his head like a lump of sodium in water at this moment. He suddenly realized one thing:

Fighting against themselves is a group of mysterious oracles that have never been understood.

Ten meters.

"Ahh

Gray followed closely behind Rong Zixin and propped his mouth to the maximum angle. What does it feel like? Refreshing? Joyfully? Heroic? The kind of recklessness that opens the pores all over the body and shoots catecholamines outward? War is like that, only the bravest warriors can write glory in their own merit book with their blood.

"Poke!"

Spears appeared out of thin air in the hands of everyone in the seventh squad, and five meters before they engaged the enemy, they pulled the weapons that still smelled of fresh logs out of their dimensional backpacks, and then spent the last five meters pointing their tips towards the cavalrymen who had already begun to rein in the precipice.

No existence can be invincible, even the Mongol iron cavalry that swept across the Eurasian continent can only put away the scimitar in front of the forest of spears, run close to shoot a wave of arrows, and then turn around.

Originally, the unarmed arrangement was the most effective way to cover the eyes, although the bandit leader had some doubts, but he was already ready to fly. The cavalry leaders who rushed to the front hung on the sharp spears two and a half meters long one by one with unwilling wails, and the cavalry leader avoided the attack of the two spears with his outstanding skills, and crashed into the 7th team and took two lives, but without horsepower, the riders who sat high completely became a live target used by novice spearmen to practice stabbing.

In an instant, nearly half of the cavalry team was scrapped, and the rest were surrounded by angry other troops, and they were dragged off their horses and chopped into meat sauce one after another. Team 7 also suffered casualties, but compared to the entire battle, the iron-blooded collision in the northeast corner was undoubtedly the most glorious victory.

"Well done."

Bai Leng pulled out the short sword he had picked up from the chest of a robber who had been burned to a human form, and threw his hand into the throat of another enemy who had lunged at him in congratulations.

"Then let the commander do the final work."

Bai Leng raised his head and looked at the bandit leader whose cloak had been rotten into a rag.

ps: There's something going on today.,Sorry for the only one more.。

PS2: The data in the first two chapters is a bit problematic, Henry should be the captain of the 2nd team o(╯□╰)o.