Chapter 35: Closing the Door and Beating the Dog

However, the so-called accidents are always visited when everyone does not expect them, such as Antonov, who has just breathed a sigh of relief.

A petite figure quickly swept out of a nearby room, and gestured at the waist of the city guard who bent down to release his fighting spirit to save people, and then everyone heard a terrible and sharp scream, and then the city guard who was called "Ah San" by everyone covered his waist and fell to the ground softly!

"Ah San!"

The city guard who had just been pulled away by his companion suddenly turned red, if it weren't for his companion "Ah San" pulling him at a critical moment, he would now have become one of the unlucky people who were wrapped in strange flames waiting to die, even if he was lucky enough to escape his life, the second half of his life was afraid that he would be miserable, and he was naturally grateful to his companion who had the grace to save his life, not to mention that they had always had a good relationship with each other, and they often bullied men and women together, and forcibly took the shameless deeds. The girl's sword was as painful as if it had been cut on him.

Raising the knight's shield in his hand, the red-eyed city guard swung his club and howled towards the dawn that had just emerged from the darkness.

As soon as the girl saw that the opponent was menacing, she didn't have the heart to carry it head-on with the other party at all, so she went straight to the back, and then retreated into the dark room.

"Don't go in!" Antonov shouted to his stick-wielding companion across a colleague.

Judging from the current performance, the girl is obviously an agile assassin and a thief, the environment is dark and dark, and there are certain obstacles and maneuvering space, which is the favorite of this kind of assassins who pay attention to speed and are good at assassination, and where they can give full play to their strengths.

Although this good hand of the city guard has an advantage in strength, he is not suitable for fighting a girl in a dark room, and he can easily be poisoned by the other party.

However, he was bent on avenging his partners, especially the good buddies who had the grace to save his life, how did the angry big city guard calm down, he was almost crazy, he naturally couldn't listen to Antonov's good words, and the white fighting spirit condensed into a small round shield and stood on his chest, protecting his chest with the knight's shield, so he did not hesitate to follow the morning light into the room, and the heavy footsteps kept moving towards the deep room.

Antonov and the remaining city guards secretly complained.

In just a few seconds, his side has lost a full half of its combat power, and the old magician who has just appeared is an old god with a face, seeing the big city guards chasing and killing girls like crazy, he is still not in a hurry and calm, obviously confident and easy.

The situation here is grim, and Zyuganov's side has changed from laughing at the beginning to roaring, and I am afraid that the battle situation is not optimistic.

Why the first two offensives of the city guard army lost so simply and so badly, now Antonov finally understands it deeply and truly understands.

Without him, the opponent is too insidious and despicable, and he has no intention of fighting them in a dignified manner.

For example, Fang Cai first lured the enemy to go deeper, and then launched a cover attack from behind, and then took advantage of their momentary panic, and the girl jumped out of the darkness next to him to sneak attack again, and every move was aimed at their weakness to kill the killer, despicable and outrageous. If it is a head-to-head confrontation, so many good players on your side who are good at attacking tough problems will never lose more than half of them all at once.

Antonov couldn't help but feel miserable.

The word "dog shutting down" is indeed very appropriate and vivid, but it is a pity that after a long time, a few of them who thought they had won the game earlier were the dogs who were beaten to death behind closed doors.

Whether to kill them all to support the big man, or stay and rescue his fallen companions, by the way, to monitor and confront the old magician in front of him, Antonov was very hesitant, no matter how he chose.

Before he could figure out what to do, presumably fully understanding his difficulties, Plitander simply helped him make a choice, only to see a strong yellow-brown gas gushing out of the head of the magic wand in the old butler's hand, and a thick and long yellow-brown cylindrical object gradually appeared, and then slammed straight into Antonov!

Stone Artillery!

The experienced Antonov recognized the name of the spell at once, and judging from the yellow-brown color of the cylinder that came straight to him, it should be just a first-order stone artillery, and it would definitely be no problem for himself to carry it hard at this level.

However, no matter what type of spell the old magician casts, whether it is fire or earth, they all have a common characteristic, that is, the speed is very fast, and at the moment, with a short distance of ten meters and eight meters, it is so fast that the opponent does not even have enough time to dodge except for hard resistance and hard connection.

It is a miracle that the magician can strike at close range to force the fighters who originally had a traditional advantage in hand-to-hand combat to be helpless.

As soon as he took a deep breath, the yellow-brown column slammed into the shield that Antonov was protecting his chest, knocking the stout city guard back two steps in one fell swoop.

Antonov secretly admired, the first-order stone cannon technique from the humble old man in front of him had a great impact, more powerful than any magician he had fought before, and he had cut off as much as thirty percent of his fighting spirit to protect himself, and a few more were really unbearable, and he suddenly raised a little vigilance in his heart.

"Not bad. Plitander smiled and complimented, "Try this again." He quickly released an ice pick. The pale blue cone showed that this fast-flying ice pick was still only the most basic first-order water spell.

Antonov strengthened his shield with all his fighting spirit, and said to the rest of his companions, "Go and help Wade get rid of that girl." ”

The corridor was too wide to accommodate two big men standing in a row and fighting side by side, otherwise they wouldn't have had to form a serpentine column that was least suitable for covering each other when they ran after the phantom earlier. The old butler on the opposite side is quite tricky, and now his companions can only be beaten together if they stay here, and they can't help themselves, and the big man Wade is roaring in the dark, smashing the room's head Ping-Pong, obviously the battle is fierce, and he won't be able to take down the girl for a while. Antonov was afraid that he would accidentally be poisoned by Dawn, and the situation would be even more difficult to deal with, so he immediately made a decision, concentrated his last living strength, and tried to solve the girl first.

"Understood. The city guard also knew that the situation was serious, and hurriedly took the order, and his figure disappeared into the darkness on the side in a flash.

The ice pick hit Antonov's shield, and under the hard touch again, Antonov, who was as strong as a bull, also felt a tingle in his hand, and looked down slightly at the shield and the fighting spirit attached to it, as expected, it was a little darker, obviously this time the loss of fighting spirit was more, and the remaining number was less than half of what it was in its heyday, which meant that the shield could not withstand such a heavy blow a few times.

Antonov knew that if he continued to be beaten so passively, he was afraid that his fighting spirit would soon be exhausted, and he had to kill the magician and kill him while his fighting spirit was still enough to cover his body. With his heart moving at will, he transported all his strength to his heels and calves, and with a bow of his body, a powerful bounce burst out in an instant, and he jumped less than five meters in front of the old magician!

Seeing that the distance between the two was reduced to less than half of the original level, the old butler did not panic at all, the fire flashed, Plitander lit a scroll again, this time in front of Antonov was a first-order fireball technique, he had no choice but to resist the close range of the spell again, this time the fighting energy on the shield was cut to a very thin layer, swaying and flickering, on the verge of collapse at any time.

The sturdy city guards burst into a loud shout, their tongues bloomed with spring thunder and their whole body strength was concentrated again, their legs kicked their bodies and shook, and they closed the distance of about four meters for a while, and they were only less than one meter away from touching the old magician.

Enough is enough!

Antonov's heart was ecstatic, and the long sword in his hand swung a cloud of snow light, like a violent wind, straight at Plitander.

It's really hard to get closer to the magician to get to the point where it is now.

You must know that from the beginning to the present, Antonov is the passive beaten side, the fighting energy on the shield has undergone three heavy blows, and the amount of fighting energy has long been seriously insufficient, as long as one more first-order spell is hard, the shield will become relatively fragile due to the exhaustion of fighting energy, with the strong attack power of the spell cast by the old magician, you don't need to ask to know that the shield will be shattered. At that time, he can only rely on the protection of his personal fighting spirit, not to mention that he is not sure of defeating the old magician, and it is unknown whether he can escape.

However, he was happy for less than half a second, and Plitander's magic staff appeared with a halo again, and a bright arc of lightning flew out from the gray head of the staff, like a bright scimitar, slashing together in the light of Antonov's dancing knife, one real and one imaginary, and the dimly lit corridor was also a little brighter.

Snake-like electric sparks swirled along Antonov's long knife towards his stout body, closer than a lover's.

Antonov snorted, the lightning technique came too fast, so fast that he couldn't dodge, and had to resist hard with a strong body covered by fighting energy, and more than a dozen electric snakes of different thicknesses wrapped his whole body, and it took several seconds to "linger and warm" before dissipating into the air.

Fortunately, there were no injuries.

Antonov's hair stood on end, and he let out a long breath, and immediately swung the long knife in his hand, ready to complete the plan to cut off Plitander's head.

At this moment in the battle, the old magician gave him too many surprises and shocks, in addition to the speed of summoning spells is fast enough, the power of the spells is strong enough, the key is that it is fucking miscellaneous enough!

From the illusion that deceived them at the beginning, to the fireball technique that killed the two of them at once, to the stone cannon technique that struck them head-on, to the icicle technique that almost destroyed their shield, and then to the lightning spell that hit them recently, which spell is most suitable and when to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, the old magician will cast it at the first time, and he will kill people without blinking, and he is extremely calm when choosing and responding, and the accuracy of his calculations is simply appalling.

Just like the long knife that was slashed in front of him just now, whether it was the fireball technique or the ice pick technique, it was not as easy to use as the lightning technique, both offensive and defensive, and it perfectly solved the problem of both offense and defense in an instant. Leave such a terrible enemy alive in the world, and don't even think about sleeping well in the future.

It is often said that when you are unlucky, you even drink boiling water between your teeth, and Antonov knows this.

As soon as his sharp sword drew a silver arc in the air, rushing towards the old butler's neck, a lustrous and restrained sword had already appeared in his sight, and with a slight pick on his blade, he skillfully unloaded Antonov's powerful sword aside.

Antonov, who had put away the knife to protect his chest, looked at it, and at the critical moment, it was the tall boy who arrived.