Chapter 45: Turning Fire into Ice

"Can you memorize a few difficult and obscure spells, summon a few powerful spells, and then you can see no one, fly high, and casually decide the life and death of others?"

Disdainfully criticizing the style of the cardinal mage, Plitander continued to strike at his opponent's poor little heart with practical actions, and with him lifting his arm and clicking his fingers, the water spells such as ice picks, ice spears, snow robes, and ice hammers hanging in the air near him were in order, purposeful, and precise to attack the gradually trembling brilliant flames.

Water spells with different functions and characteristics, according to their own unique flight trajectory whistling, circling, rowing, rushing towards the same fiery red target, the blue light flickered and dimmed, like the frost elves descending to the mortal world jumping and playing, cheerful, between the movement and stillness, all with psychedelic colors, the old butler's movements set off particularly chic and calm, full of dance-like rhythm.

With the dance of the frost elves, the flames suffered heavy blows again and again, and the sound of "Zilazila" was loud, but extremely harsh, and the tongues of fire became more and more long, seemingly doubly fierce and hideous, but in fact, they were strong on the outside, and they reluctantly slowed down the impact speed.

"Hold on!"

Joe Pryde's eyes darkened, desperately driving the flames forward, under the excessive driving of mana, the original pale face due to exhaustion, a sickly red appeared, he gritted his teeth to support, as long as the flames were still under his control, according to his plan to push the enemy, any strange changes would be useless.

At this moment, the cardinal mage was no longer capable, and he didn't care about arguing with the old butler and discussing life. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences of his failed fight.

It was too late, then it was fast, and there was another burst of axe slashing, knife slashing and hammering, and the poor flame suffered all kinds of unbelievable hostile attribute spell attacks, and finally there was inevitably a split and collapse, with a corner of the flame suddenly breaking free, and decisively separating from the body as a signal, a ball of flame escaped in all directions, and the original huge head was suddenly torn apart, only a few traces of red light were connected to each other, and there was a possibility of disconnection at any time, and the bright red and bright color was irrepressibly dim.

"No!"

The cardinal mage let out a terrible wail from his heart, full of desperate pain, even if he tried all the remaining mental power and mana to drive, his gums were biting and bleeding, his whole body kept trembling, and the severe pain from the inside out, the flames could not continue to move forward and attack as he wished.

After a glittering dark blue ice hook "hooked" the back of the flame, and then a light "hook", the nervous Joe Pride was freed from the embarrassment, and he was helpless and horrified to find that in the flickering fire, his original strong sense of the flame summoned by his own family was completely cut off by this "hook"!

The flames that still seem to be powerful, enough to crush and dissolve powerful enemies, have lost the control of their original owners!

The cardinal's mouth was wide open, completely unable to believe what he was seeing, and his mind went blank.

Losing the spell connected to the spiritual power of the magician means losing the foundation of its own existence, which is extremely unstable and extremely vulnerable to destruction, no matter how powerful it is, it is also rootless.

As if to confirm this truth, at this time, a light blue ice hammer flew in front of the flames, and struck it in the middle of the crumbling fireball, and the huge spherical flame suddenly flickered, first "crackling" several times, and then with a bang, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the desperate Joe Pryde!

When it comes, it is powerful and imposing, and when it leaves, it does not take away a cloud.

Only the residual fireworks in the air, the slightest wisps drifting away with the wind, proving that it once appeared on the stage and briefly went through the motions.

The fourth-order pyrotechnic that pinned Joe Pryde's hopes on ended in a dramatic way, just like the owner who summoned it to appear.

The red-clothed mage who witnessed everything was like a mournful woman, looking at the void in front of him with a dead face, his cloudy eyes were dull, and he couldn't even scream, like a marionette with no signs of life, and the arrogant and radiant archmage just a short time ago.

"Go ahead. ”

A cold light came quickly, from the sluggish red-clothed magician's chest, so fast that he didn't even have the idea of dodging, it was the freezing technique summoned by Plitander in the morning, Joe Pryde's whole person instantly became stiff, and the mage robe with protective function could not save his fate.

Then there was a light gray, robe-shaped shadow towards him under the hood, and the red-clothed magician who had lost control of his body suddenly brought his clothes, showing blue ice crystals from the inside out, revealing a strange smell, but the whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture!

Plitander walked forward slowly, calmly and elegantly, and only began to whisper when he walked to the blue statue, only to hear him say: "The intermediate level of the sixth level dares to call himself a 'big' word!"

It was only after he had completely walked past the ice-carved enemy that the old butler waved his staff in a dashing manner and struck his backhand on the statue named Joe Pride behind him, the corners of his mouth full of sarcasm.

With a "bang", the entire ice sculpture immediately shattered into countless small and uniform pieces of ice slag, which collapsed and spread to the ground, turning the surrounding area into a world of ice crystals.

If you look closely, you will find that each small piece of ice slag is almost the same size, and the color is quite uniform and transparent. The arrogant red-clothed mage had long been completely frozen from the inside out under the water system spells that he disdained two in a row, but the blow effect was good, and he couldn't die anymore.

Plitander turned to the alley that Normmer and Ivan Stipild had entered, and behind him was a field of ice slag and a hundred stunned and silent soldiers of the city guard who had chased him to the vicinity, watching in horror as the old magician calmly exited.

Although he was only dressed in an inconspicuous gray robe, Plitander's back at this time was like a mountain like a prison, and it was trembling.

For more than 20 years, the cardinal mage Joe Pride has been the leader of the magic world in Manny Foster City, representing the highest level and realm of magicians in the city, with a noble status and a prominent reputation.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Such a terrible old rebel is better left to our terrifying Commander Ivan to deal with.

Shrinking their necks, the two leading officers looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus on their next move.

Ivan Stipild, who left the old butler alone, of course, could not have known that Joe Pryde, who coveted his heavy reward, had died thoroughly, and at this moment, the "big stupid donkey" in the mouth of the old butler was chasing the backs of Normer and Dawn depressedly.

"Damn, these guys are all rabbits!"

Ivan Stipild cursed while chasing at high speed, according to his assumption, he should have caught up with the two of them a long time ago, but he didn't expect that after running for a while, the two enemies who killed his brother more than 100 meters away in front of him were still more than 100 meters ahead of him, which made him more and more depressed and impatient. Without him, these people I met tonight, whether they were old or young, could run more than the other, it was hell.

He didn't know that the boy had a good enough talent in speed, although the overall cultivation was slightly worse than that of the sixth-level commander of the city guard, but it was an advantage in speed and endurance, not to mention that he had just run such a short distance, if there was no accident, the commander of the city guard army would not be able to catch up for another day or two.

As for Dawn, who looks younger, even Normer will bow down if he goes all out.

In this way, the front ran attentively, and the back chased hard, and the three of them quickly ran to the edge of the city wall.

Mannister City is an important fortress on the front line, a fortress-type city, the city walls are built high and thick, without the help of external forces, just with Normer's strength at the moment, playing the difficult action of standing high jump, if you want to jump over the city wall at this height, it is really not enough.

Not far away is the south gate, the problem is that the gate has long been closed and locked at night, and there are city guards in front of the gate, if you break through this kind of jointly, you will inevitably fall into a heavy siege, and before you can cut through the pass, Ivan Stipild who is not far behind will have already killed behind you, and it will be even more troublesome by then.

After assessing the situation, Normer looked up at the top of the city wall, glanced at the morning light, pointed to the direction of the city tower, and quickly reached a tacit understanding, and the two found the stairs used by the nearby city guards to go up and down the city wall, and ran up the spacious staircase.

Under the moonlight, Ivan Stipild in the back completely saw the enemy's movements, the purpose of the whole operation tonight was to arrest and execute Normer, who had killed his brother with his own hands, and even killed his brother with the morning light, and used the death of two murderers to pay tribute to the unjust death of Sails Stipild in his mind.

"Go over there. ”

As soon as he ran up the wide wall, Normer pointed to the south gate, which was not far away, and said that there was a tall flagpole standing on the edge of the battlement, which he expected to use to escape from the city, and the two of them hurried towards their goal.

In the middle of the night, except for a few city guards standing guard in a few places, the rest of the city was empty, but it did not have any bad impact on the escape plan of Normer and the others, and the two soon came to the south gate tower.

"You go down first, and I'll come later." ”

Normer looked at the several city guard sentries who were running towards this side with swords and guns in their hands, and said to Dawn, while holding the hilt of the long sword with both hands, and with a force, a sword slashed at the flagpole.

The young man's long sword was sharp and heavy, and with all the strength of his arms, the round flagpole broke very simply with a helpless sigh.

Dawn jumped upward, stretched out his small hand, and slapped the middle of the flagpole that began to fall, completely breaking the crack, and at the same time guiding the flagpole to fall in the predetermined direction.

With a loud "boom", the thick and long flagpole fell towards the outside of the city, the top was deeply inserted into the soil outside the city, the projection happened to be perpendicular to the city wall, and the broken port fell exactly in the depression of the battlement of the city wall, erecting a perfect temporary bridge, but the smooth shaft was not easy to stand on.

But it's not a big deal.

As soon as the "bridge" leading to the outside of the city was built, the morning light jumped lightly, and the petite figure quickly appeared on it, sliding quickly along the downward slope of the flagpole.

The powerful pursuers are not far behind, at this time, I will argue with Normer about who should go first, who is the stupidest after the break, if he moves fast enough, Normer's brother will naturally have time to retreat, and a few city guards who are not even first-class soldiers, how can they stop their brother, the trouble is the "big stupid donkey" who is chasing after him.