The sun is shining, the sea breeze is blowing, and the black dragon battle flag is rustling.

"I can't shoot even fifty arrows!"

Alvin said a leisurely word, and the dark green eyes of the magical girl rolled her eyes beautifully, and she secretly snorted: Stinky and showy, Arrow Knight can really play cheap.

As a first-order knight, being able to shoot forty arrows is simply shocking, and if he drinks a potion and shoots ten more arrows, doesn't that mean that his strength has completely recovered and he has further improved!

Take it to the next level!

The little girl couldn't think calmly, she was so surprised, it was already surprising that there was such an amazing talent in the world, and she could improve her strength so quickly, she never even dreamed of it.

Potions work so well?

She has never used potions, and the five generals have only used the blood of Warcraft, of course, there is a difference between potions and the blood of Warcraft, and they are external bubbles, and Alwyn is internal.

In particular, she also personally helped Maeve add the blood of Warcraft, and the red-haired girl was soaked in a black bath bucket like ink, and her bumpy and white body turned into a cuttlefish, which was very terrifying, which impressed her deeply and made her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

However, the effect was not so immediate, Jeff and Maeve did move up a level, but Jogo and Mondy didn't go up for a whole year.

Yi Mei'er silently assessed, if he could shoot ten more arrows after taking a potion, wouldn't it be possible to rise to the second order if he repeated it once or twice.

Don't dare to think!

You can be promoted just by taking potions, and the knight's path is not very smooth, and you can ride a horse and gallop all the way!

Don't dare to think!

Thinking about things in her head, Yi Mei'er's eyes looked directly at Alwin, her mouth concave into a circle, and she looked pure and cute.

Alvin resisted the urge to poke his finger into the cute little round hole, repeating the painful and joyful process of squeezing the venom again, just as he squeezed out the water out of a sponge, with more force than the other, but with fewer and fewer droplets.

Then there is the taking of potions.

These potions are the private collection left by the guard Fang Feifei, the essence is the blood of an iron spine demon wolf and a complete iron spine and two cow hooves, he feels his heart surging after taking it, his divine power surges, and he needs to squander his energy.

Hanging the strings, filling the spear, aiming, Alvin sighed but did not pull the trigger, his body looked down at the dirty sea, his eyes widened, and he scolded: "Shrinking turtle." ”

Beneath the castle, an iron-clawed demon turtle burrows under the belly of its dead companion and swims forward with an umbrella overhead, slower but safer.

With the first one, the demon turtles behind followed suit, and a strange sight of a group of dead sea turtles with arrows and spears stuck in their shells appeared in the inkpool.

The girl also looked down and said in surprise, "They've become smarter." ”

Alven adjusted the angle of the crossbow bolt and replied, "Smarter than you think, you'll see it in a moment." ”

If they just want to get close to the castle and dive underwater, the turtles push the corpses of their companions forward, which is the rhythm of climbing up to the castle and possibly even holding a shield to attack the city.

They are first-order magical beasts, comparable to the IQ of a three- or four-year-old child, but they understand how to climb buildings and find cover.

"What should I do?" asked the magical girl softly.

Like the first time she saw a large group of monsters pounce, in the face of so many monsters, the magical girl was still a little flustered, her legs trembled slightly, and her palms were covered with cold sweat, but she was much calmer, still had no idea, but she was not so afraid.

Yi Mei'er believed that this young man who had broken her perception of knight strength and cultivation one after another must have a way.

"Wait for them to be exposed. ”

Alwyn cocked his spear diagonally and aimed downward. The Iron Claw Demon Turtle's ability to fight umbrellas and raise shields is strong and weak, and those who are backward are ahead, and those who poke their heads and ignore their tails are his targets.

As long as he seized the opportunity, the arrow fell black blood, and the small body of an iron-clawed demon turtle surfaced on the surface.

Erwin's idea was quickly tested, and he did it even more cleverly, and they actually cleverly used arrows and spears to connect, and a dozen dead turtles were skewered under the water to form barbecue mushroom skewers, and slowly rose.

With cover, the iron-clawed turtle began to stack arhats, and the sound of thump, the iron-clawed chiseled the foundation, presumably to make a hole to fix it, or simply chisel through the castle.

It was an angle out of reach of the crossbow, but Alwyn took the arrow spear as a javelin and aimed it from the side, and threw it hard.

With a bang, the mushroom skewers fell apart and spilled into the hot pot with black oil, and a few guys with their bellies up were still drifting far away in the water, and a few of them were more alert, and immediately stirred their limbs to dive, and those who moved a little slower were all inserted by Alvin with toothpicks, twitching and floating ink on the water.

"They sank...... One there, one there...... And there are ...... there."

In the hot pot basin, black blood is bubbling down, the originally clear sea water is polluted and it is impossible to see what is below, and the iron-clawed demon turtle has also learned to be obedient, lurking underwater without showing its head, only occasionally there are black shadows and ghosts passing by.

The girl in charge of filling the spear has an extra part-time job, pointing to the big guy swimming in the water, and guiding Alvin to chase the black shadow to shoot the arrow spear.

It must not be said that the girl's eyes are very good, and she catches a quasi-child, because of the barrier of water and the time difference in reaction Alvin can't do arrows and arrows to break through the armor, some can't shoot through, and some simply can't shoot.

It's like a game of whack-a-mole, whoever takes the lead gives it an arrow.

The girl also found it amusing, and her fear completely subsided, and she ran up and down the stack of arrows, pointing arrows and spears to and fro, shouting and screaming, and having fun.

After firing the sixtieth arrow, Alvin once again scraped his bones to heal the poison, removing toxins from his blood and replenishing the oil.

The magma was rolling, the heat was raging, and the divine power was gushing out, like a volcanic eruption, and the burning red magma was pushed into the air, and then fell, at that moment Alwin had a feeling that the magma seemed to have encountered some kind of obstacle, and the rising momentum was still being forced to fall, as long as that barrier was broken, the divine power would erupt faster, higher, stronger, more violent, and more fierce.

Reached the limit point of the first order, the ignition point of the second order, but it only fell down again in an instant, he was under the ignition point of the second-order knight, like a lighter, Mars jumped, but it was almost not on fire, as long as he broke through the past, he could make his second-order divine power flame jump up, and the flames rose, and he was a second-order knight at that time.

I shook the cowhide sac, and there was only a slight feeling of liquid flowing.

The first-order knight held back the excitement in his heart, erected the cowhide sac, shaking, patting, and beating, and exerted the power of gravity to the extreme, but only a thin film of oil flowed out.

Licked with the tip of the tongue.

The flames are blazing, and the temperature is rising again.

But it's not enough.

It's just a little bit closer.

The knight of the first order began to be very patient, pinching the cowhide sac again and again.

Squeeze the toothpaste, squeezing out every penny and drop.

I sucked into the sac.

Mostly air.

The smell of medicine was strong, and the fire of divine power lit up again.

But it's not enough.

It's just a little bit closer.

Just a little bit.

A little more.

Just a little bit.

I just need a little bit.

Alwin wanted to cry a little, just a little bit, many people couldn't break the ignition, and could even feel and touch it, like a layer of window paper, it would break when it was stabbed, they just couldn't do much, they just couldn't light the advanced fire, they could only struggle again and again under the ignition.

Alvin squeezed, pressed, thrown, hit.

Still just a little bit.

Disemboweled, licked the inner layer of the adherent potion, the flames soared violently, and the fire of the divine power of the second-order knight burned fiercely.