Chapter 41: Feel free to tease

"Hehe, a few words will reveal the horse's feet, isn't it? This is a common line used by gangsters in third-rate knight novels to set off the glorious image of the protagonist. ”

Plitander continued to tease his opponent. For so many years of following the old master to the north and south, he has never seen a vicious enemy, and in his eyes, Ivan Stipild is just a little deflated person who does not enter the stream, if it were not for the purpose of assisting the little master to complete the task and tempering his heart along the way, the old butler would not even be interested in ridiculing the commander of the city guard.

"Fuck ......," Ivan Stipild opened his mouth in anger.

"Let's do it, don't just say you don't practice fake tricks. Anyway, you are not far from death, and you will die early and be reborn. ”

Plitander interrupted him directly, the timing of his opening was extremely clever, just behind the subject of the city guard commander "I", the deep and rich baritone was as dignified as a battering ram, and the whole sentence was unstoppable as soon as it opened, perfectly disconnecting the other party's scolding sentence, and forcibly holding back the verb "" that could best reflect the will, and the words were full of malice, which could make people angry to death.

Ivan Stipild was really angry, he lost for a while, and then he lost for a while, and he was so aggrieved that he continued to scold whether he could get his wish or not, even if he succeeded, it was like giving the opponent a realistic annotation under the judgment of "just talking but not practicing", and if he did it, he would become a good baby who listened to the other party's words and did it, in short, he couldn't do anything right.

There's nothing more relieving than chopping off an old guy's head with one stab, and if you can't chop it off with one slash, then two.

With a wave of the long knife in his hand, the Grand Commander of the City Guard finally turned his anger into action, determined to cut the old magician into pulp, he stomped his foot, instantly switched from a static state to an impact speed, and rushed towards the old magician.

According to Ivan Stipild's estimate, it would only take six steps to reach a position where the sword would be strong enough to injure the enemy, and when the time came, he would first cut off the old fellow's limbs, leave him here to wail, and slowly regret the ignorance that had angered him, and if he had not lost his breath by the time he had finished cleaning up the two little ones who had escaped, he would have learned more about the methods used by the city guards to interrogate the felons.

The strength of the sixth-level soldier is fully reflected in all aspects such as strength, speed and fighting spirit, and Ivan Stipild who holds a long knife in his hand interprets this very well, the long knife in his hand is made by a famous teacher, the blade of nearly one meter long only bends a small arc, and the blood groove that runs through the blade declares the hideous nature of the murder weapon, and the length of the knife handle is almost twice that of the handle of an ordinary war knife, making it very convenient for the holder to switch between a two-handed knife and a one-handed grip.

At this moment, the blade stained with the blood of innocent people, especially the blood of young and beautiful wives, flashed with a bright and dazzling fiery red fighting spirit, just like a divine weapon taken from the Fire God Temple, with a brilliant fire and a mighty power to conquer the world, it should obviously have the attributes of light and justice, but it also revealed a kind of indifference that overcame all beings in the mortal world.

The old magician's method of adjusting the posture of the head of the staff was simply slow motion in the eyes of the commander of the city guard, and when he began to chant the incantation, he was afraid that the distant water would not be able to save the near fire, and he would die.

Ivan Stipild took two quick steps towards Plitander, and everything went smoothly, until the moment he took the third step, a strange change appeared, and a cold cold air suddenly erupted from the crack in the door of a room on the side of the corridor, and at a slightly strange angle, it blew straight at his neck.

The corners of Ivan Stipild's mouth curled, and he smiled disdainfully, how could a mere first-order water attack spell be able to get a dignified sixth-level soldier? He casually raised the knight's shield on his left arm, and this attack spell from the magic defense flew away.

If it is a soldier below the fifth level, in the dark environment to deal with this kind of unguardable spell sneak attack, it really has to be taken seriously, a careless will suffer a big loss, injury or something is normal, but in the eyes of the guarded middle-level warriors, this kind of lethal first-order magic is not enough, just use a shield with a strong fire fighting spirit to lightly pat, the water element stored in the magic defense device in advance, will be like ice exposed to the scorching sun, either helplessly usher in the end of dissolving, or just like this, it will be shot around at once, no effect。

"Is it just these pediatric stuff? Damn......"

The commander of the city guard said mockingly to the old magician, but unfortunately he only said half of the big words to show off his strength, and the style of his words changed, and he was forced to change it to an abuse that obviously couldn't get off the stage, which should have suffered a small loss.

Of course, Plitander is not only a "pediatric thing", just after Ivan Stipild easily cracked the first magic defense, less than two seconds later, from the darkness around him, there were several magic defenses at the same time, and it was still a "mere thing" that he couldn't look down on First-order spells, but under the pre-setting of the old butler Chengzhu's chest, these first-order spells were originally of average power, the attack pattern was fixed, and the first-order magic from different attributes was combined together, and quietly changed a lot, bringing completely unexpected practical effects.

Just like the commander of the city guard army who is in the game and doesn't know it.

In fact, the first thing that caused trouble for Ivan Stipild was precisely the first magic defense that he thought he had "cracked" just now, that is, the so-called cold air. Under the blow of his shield with a strong and strong fire-based fighting aura, the cold qi that went straight to his neck was scattered without any suspense, and quickly disappeared in all directions, and the attack naturally fell into the air.

However, the change came from these "disappeared" cold air, just a moment, the cold air that was scattered turned into a fog, and quickly changed from light to rich, in the blink of an eye, a great change has been formed, the city guard commander looked everywhere, half of the corridor was shrouded in a thick fog, and the overall visibility fell to the point that the poor could not see the five fingers.

Immediately after the official attacks, an ice pick flashed silently from the mist and stabbed into the eyes of the Grand Commander of the City Guard.

The eyes have always been the most important and weakest sensory organs of the human body, once a person is blind, the whole world will become pitch black, cold and even desperate, and it is not unreasonable for the eyes to be regarded as the first of the "six senses".

The attack was quite insidious, and the dense fog in the corridor at this time seriously hindered Ivan Stipild's vision, and of course caused a great deal of confusion to his perception, but it was only trouble.

As soon as the mist rose, the commander of the city guard knew that he was still in the path of the old magician after all, and immediately raised his whole body perception to the highest level, entering a state of high alert for his whole body, and at the same time fixed his body, raised the long knife in his hand slightly obliquely forward, and put on a pure defensive state of waiting and seeing.

Before the ice pick got close, he had a keen sense of the type of spell that was attacking, the actual power and the specific direction and other important information, and when the ice pick flew to a meter in front of him, he waved the long knife lightly and slapped the ice pick approaching him to the side, and then the long knife returned to its original state in time, waiting for the next attack, and did not look at where the ice pick with fine-tuned direction flew and what kind of damage it caused.

After one round of fighting, Ivan Stipild noticed that his opponent was experienced in actual combat, extremely good at using the environment, and quite perceptive, and had long anticipated his possible reactions in the face of various spell attacks, as well as the specific means that he might take to defend against attacks, so he further calculated and made full use of his own responses to create more favorable conditions for him.

Just like the old magician obviously wanted to arrange the mist, but he didn't directly use the water-based auxiliary magic "mist", but instead condensed the water-based elements needed to form the fog into a bundle of offensive spells of the same kind and the same level that looked like "cold air", luring himself to crack it, but indirectly helped him to successfully lay down the fog.

In the face of such a sinister and cunning enemy, the more you need to deal with it calmly, you must not mess up in anger. The fierce commander who is irritable and usually likes to use violence to solve all problems has instantly entered a state of selflessness like a virgin.

Ivan Stipild's meticulous attention paid off.

Just as he had been wary of, the old magician's multi-faceted and multi-type combined strikes continued, and just as he had returned his sword to its proper defensive position, a dim and extremely fast fireball roared, striking the chest of the Grand Commander of the City Guard;

Almost at the same time, a vague, thin white light hovered from behind him, silently aimed at his lower back, and from the analysis of various details sensed, it was the first-order wind spell, the whirlwind dart;

The most terrible thing is the third attack, which is composed of five steel needles, and the target of the shot is his ass, although due to the angle and fog cover, he can't see the blue needle, presumably it won't be a good liquid on it, in case of a hit, the taste must be very uncomfortable.

Good guys, there are three whole attacks, there are pure spell attacks, such as the first-order fireball spell and the first-order whirlwind dart, there are physical attacks, such as the steel needle coated with venom, there are the fireballs roaring in the open, there are the silent and despicable whirlwinds of white light, there are blows from the front, and there are plots from the back and the side.

The combination of virtual and real, front and rear strikes, and the mutual aid of rigidity and softness fully reflect the old butler's eclectic and freewheeling combat style.

In the face of such a difficult trick, Ivan Stipild not only scolded the old magician for being shameless and indecent, but of course it was only right to take all three attacks at the first time.

Ivan, who is a master of art, clearly judged the respective speeds and angles of several incoming spells and objects, and resolved them one by one flexibly and quickly:

He first brandished his long knife to stop the whirlwind dart that went straight to the back waist, and at the same time erected a shield, and bounced away the fireball in front of him, which best reflected his tall figure and high agility, which was the one that responded to the steel needle's plot, and the blue poisonous needle almost grazed the back hem of his armor and galloped past, inevitably taking away a few wisps of protective fiery red fighting energy.

If anyone sees the smooth and just right cracking method of the commander of the city guard army from the sidelines, he will definitely applaud and applaud him uncontrollably.

Ivan Stipild only needed the slightest lack of heat to get hurt in three attacks that nearly sealed all his retreats, either with a fireball hitting him in the ribs, a whirlwind dart in his waist, or a steel needle hitting him in the lower abdomen. However, Ivan Stipild is like a deft swift swallow, dodging or catching all three of his deadly attacks almost perfectly, without actually touching his body by any of them, which is a textbook-like live demonstration of the right thing to do.

So he was hit.

As soon as he turned around, a chilling chill spread from Ivan Stipild's ankle to the surrounding muscles, causing him to immediately turn into a shouting and scolding, because like his subordinates who had come in with confidence before, his opponent had anticipated every move in the whole process, and it was difficult to beat him obediently.

The only difference is that because of the difference in one's own cultivation strength, the degree of pain of being beaten is slightly different, and the higher the skill, the more arrogant the attitude, the worse the beating.

His series of swings, shields, and hip twists, which can be called perfect blocks and evasive moves, are falling into the arms of the old butler, and this is what Plitander wants. Whirlwind dart and poison needle, there is no hope of hurting Ivan Stipild at all, in order to let him take the initiative to put his foot on the magic defense set up in the morning, the passive magic defense is the most suitable here, except for the moment when the target ankle is sent to the door, the magic defense does not have the slightest sign of active temptation and attack, and it is also hidden from the city guard commander who is sensitive to touch and highly vigilant, and when he puts down the foot and touches the mechanism of the magic defense, the extremely short distance makes it completely impossible for him to avoid, and it is too late to even strengthen his ankle with more fighting energy.

I was proud for a long time, and I was always being played with as a stupid donkey.