It was quiet outside the carriage, and the occasional sound of the groom's drive could not be heard, and the carriage did not move.

What happened, who wanted to attack him, who was the other side, how many people?......

A series of questions came to Norman's mind.

The Knights Templar could not give any effective advice, because they did not have a specific understanding of what was happening, and at such a juncture, it was obviously impossible for Norman to explain to them slowly, so now Norman was left to his own.

After a few thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, Norman suddenly changed his movements.

He slowly tucked the wooden staff he had just taken out of his bosom back into his bosom, moving lightly and without making a sound.

At the same time, he also lay backwards, leaning against the back wall of the carriage, closing his eyes and not moving.

He thought of his own sleepiness just now.

For Norman now, his mental power is very strong, and now he is not in a state of exhaustion of mental power, how can he suddenly be sleepy?

It was strange and made Norman think of a level 1 spell, sleep.

Norman learned this spell in the process of trading with those members of the Skull and Bones Society in the tomb, but the effect of this spell is related to the mental power of the caster, and he has also done experiments, confirming that the sleep spell can indeed only have an effect on people whose mental power is equivalent to that of a one-star black-robed mage and below, and it should not have any effect on him, a person whose mental power far exceeds that of a one-star black-robed mage, but just now I don't know why he almost fell asleep.

Isn't this sleep?

Norman didn't know, but he had an idea and thought it was something he could take advantage of.

So he pretended to have fallen under the spell and waited quietly for the man who was ambushing him to appear.

The man who ambushed him seemed to be very cautious, and there was no movement outside for a long time, not to mention the sound of the groom, even the horses pulling the cart had no fuzz sound, and I don't know if they were all dead with the groom.

Norman calmed down and continued to wait.

After a long time, there was finally movement outside.

A footstep approached from far and near, and at first it was not clear to hear, but it gradually became clear when it reached the vicinity of the carriage.

There was only one person, listening to the movement of the voice, it should be a man, Norman thought to himself.

He had planned to wait for the man to come and pull the door and catch the other party off guard, but the other party seemed to be more cautious than he thought, and when he approached the carriage, he did not come up immediately, but stood in front of the carriage and chanted a curse.

Well, just chant the spell, but strangely, Norman found that he couldn't understand the other party's spell.

It seemed to be an ancient language, but it was not the same as the old language he knew, and the pronunciation was so strange that he couldn't understand a word.

That's a terrible pronunciation, isn't it?

Norman secretly cursed in his heart, but the Templar Knights reacted with great emotion.

"It's Cantonese!"

Although the Knights Templar could not be of much help in battle, when it came to the breadth of knowledge, Norman found that there really seemed to be nothing that the Knights Templar did not know, and even this inexplicable pronunciation was not because the other party's pronunciation was bad, but because it was originally a pronunciation system, and they all knew it clearly.

"Cantonese is a classification of ancient languages, the pronunciation is very different from the ancient language you have learned, and there are many differences in grammar rules......"

Lancelot told him all about it, and Norman realized that there was not only one standard answer to the pronunciation of the ancient language.

And what happened next also proved that the other party was indeed not a bad pronunciation, because the ambush man successfully launched the spell he wanted to launch, the hand of a level 1 mage.

The man cautiously opened the door with the mage's hand, but judging by the sound, he must have remained untouched in front of the carriage.

Norman resisted the urge to see who the man was, closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

The man stood in front of the carriage and watched carefully for a few more moments, and then slowly stepped forward.

Closer, closer......

Norman listened silently to the man's footsteps, and when he got into the carriage and came to the carriage, he instantly activated the spell!

The temperature in and around the carriage dropped several degrees Celsius, and snowballs with cold air appeared in the air out of nowhere.

Level 2 spells, Snilow Snowball Swarm!

The well-informed attacker recognized the spell at once.

The spell effect of the Snello Snowball Group is to mold out dense cold snowballs, causing a lot of cold damage to all creatures and objects within a certain radius, the group attack effect is not excellent, and the single damage effect is even worse, it is a common offensive level 2 spell with no characteristics, which is very chicken.

The attacker wasn't afraid of the spell, and he was surprised because he couldn't figure out what kind of fool would give the precious instant spell slot to the Snilow Snowball.

Did this guy's brain get eaten by the spiny?

In addition, the attacker also secretly cursed his subordinates: What about the one-star black-robed mage who said good? This can instantly send a second-level spell, this is at least a two-star black-robed mage! Moreover, the other party even resisted the strong sleep technique of level 3, which is worthy of being a cultivator of the "Catching the Sea Heart Sutra", and his spiritual power is really strong.

These thoughts just flashed through the attacker's mind, and after Norman instantly sent a spell, he also immediately sent out two spells, a level 1 mage armor, and a level 3 protective energy damage - this is a mage with a normal brain, and the instant spells are all selected protective spells.

In the face of level 3 protective energy damage, a level 2 plastic energy spell is already unbreakable, especially a group attack spell, and more than half of the spells have to be hit in the air, so the attacker is very relieved.

With a wave of the wooden staff he had been holding in his hand, his mouth opened, and the strange pronunciation of the old language came out again, and he was about to launch a new spell, but he was surprised to find that a strange scene appeared in front of him.

I saw that what was supposed to be a snowball group of Snello snowballs like a downpour of snow appeared in the air and was strangely lined up in a long column!

The snowballs were seamed together, head to tail, floating in the air like a spear made of snow and ice, unmatched, the tip of the spear pointed at the assailant in front of the carriage.

The attacker looked at this scene, shocked by the scene that completely shattered his perception of the spell, and was dumbfounded, and the spell that had just said two words involuntarily stopped.

What the hell is this Snilow snowballs?!......

But there is no room for distractions in the battle between mages.

Norman didn't have the slightest gentlemanly demeanor, and it was his style to take the other party's life while the other party was sick, so with a move of his mind, this ice and snow spear had just formed in the air for a moment, and it turned into a white light and shot at the attacker in front!