Probably attracted by the loud noise, the library guard knights rushed up, at this time the unseasonal ice slag on the ground is so dazzling, the fist-sized hole on the roof is also so abrupt, the hole is covered with a circle of basin-sized hoarfrost, just like the bishop's mouth, and with the strangeness of the two people in the room, this kind of picture is impossible for the guard knights to put down their hanging hearts, it can only play a diametrically opposite effect.

Jimmy, the leader, rushed over and knocked Al down, and hurriedly helped Winktor to retreat until he retreated to the wall, asking this and that, obviously worried, and several other Templars were separated between the two sides, preventing what had penetrated the roof from hurting the Bishop again, one by one, with a face full of surprise and confusion, probably surprised by Al's hurtful behavior, confused about what those ice slags were, and how they could defend themselves?

However, this question soon became irrelevant, because Wen Keduo, who was protected behind, immediately brushed them away, again and again, and then strode over and bent down to help up the fake knight who was still scared and stupid, Wen Yan comforted, as if it was the other party who was injured and not himself, it was simply a reversal of roles, and it was clear why Jimmy and the others were not.

"Look, I'm fine, really!"

Winktor repeated the words he had just emphasized to Jimmy and the others several times before he could draw Al's attention back from the wound, where the thin ice crystals had completely melted with warm blood, and the mixture was slowly flowing down the old man's chin, drawing a piercing red line above the silver white of his beard.

Fortunately, the hole was not opened in the bishop's jaw, or even on the top of his head, otherwise the red line would have turned into a stream of blood, Al looked up at the smallpox, widened his eyes and shouted, "You almost ——! the"

"But I'm not okay now, am I?" Lord Bishop wanted to grin, but his lips ached, and he grinned like a funny white-haired old monkey, he squeezed a few glances at Al, and then turned to Jimmy and the others and said, "Jimmy, you can take everyone down, if you can, please help me call Gran, oh yes, he should be in the martial arts arena, this matter will definitely make our commander happy!"

The Templars did not leave immediately, but kept glancing back and forth at Al and Winktor, and although they did not say anything, their faces unmistakably said no, until Winktor opened his mouth to urge, and they turned back and reluctantly walked down with a heart that they could not let go.

When Jimmy and the others were gone, Al screamed, pointing to the hole in the roof and going crazy, God knows how lucky he was just now, the shot up from the only gap between the two, if the finger used to scratch his head just now bent a little more or didn't bend enough, the ending would be a world of difference from now!

"Such a dangerous thing, why don't you have a mark!"

"Because we didn't know what it was like before," the Bishop smiled, leading Al to the bottom, "Of course, this should be marked. ”

"They shouldn't be stored like this, oh, that meteor shower, it's scary to hear, if someone accidentally inspires it one day, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as opening a hole in the roof!"

Lord Bishop glanced sideways at him a few times and nodded in agreement, "Well, that makes sense, it's true that it can't be stored like this anymore, at least not in this location." ”

"The bar for reading it should also be raised!Oh, it shouldn't be said that, anyway, you have to be cautious!"

"That's right. ”

"Why don't they all burn?"

“......”

"Eh, where are you pulling me?"

"Go where you can do whatever you want, and if you want to mark it, at least you have to see what it is. ”

......

Al thought that the Bishop would take him to some tall place, but in fact they just went out and turned a corner, and went around to the back of the library, and the two of them stood more than ten meters away from the back of the house, and the Bishop pointed to the blue brick wall of the house for him to start showing.

It's like saying, "If you see that bone, go get it back," although it doesn't seem like the Bishop meant that......

Then, like a fool, he pointed at the wall with the index or middle finger of his right hand, which had almost caused a catastrophe, and stood from sunset until nightfall.

He imitated the posture and mentality of the first success, and also tried to concentrate on 12 points of piety, and even performed a few courageous blessings to eliminate the speculation of "mental blockage" along the way...... But no matter what posture was used, whether it was silent or reciprocated, no matter what, the spell could not be applied again, as if the short scream and the loud noise that erupted almost simultaneously were just an illusion.

But everyone knew that this was not the case, and although Gran, who came panting and running in the middle of the way, cured the wound on the bishop's mouth, the fist-sized hole in the roof of the library building, and the cold water stain on the ground, had completely destroyed the basis on which the word "illusion" was based.

Unlike Al, whose emotions fluctuate and end in loss and frustration, Winktor and Gran's emotions are particularly positive, especially the latter, as if he has used the hole shot by the ice spear as some kind of catharsis, in fact, if it weren't for the former's words of dissuasion, Al would probably be forced to test all night.

It doesn't matter what an all-nighter is, but it shouldn't be rewarding in the end.

Gran had to repeatedly tell Al to practice diligently, and if there was any progress, be sure to tell him as soon as possible, and then turned and threw himself into the library, with the example of shooting through the roof in front of him, Winkdo was worried about what would happen this time, so he simply encouraged Al a few words, and followed.

Seeing the two of them disappear around the corner, Al tried against the wall a few more times before he began to return to his quarters, and the result of the attempt was, of course, the same as before, which made people helpless, until he unconsciously swayed back to the door of the room, pushed the door and lay down on the bed, and he did not regain his strength.

I really can't figure out how to think about this question, I want to sleep, but I can't sleep when I toss and turn, and it took him a long time before he reacted, it turned out that he was hungry, and when he pushed the door open, the moonlight projected in happened to illuminate the table in the room, and he had the impression that there seemed to be a dinner on the table, and he didn't know who sent it.

He turned over and got up, walked over and groped for a while, and touched a piece of hard rough stuff, this is black bread That's right, although the taste is a little better than expected, but it is still thirsty after only two bites, there should be a large glass of water on the table, but the room is really dark and exaggerated, groping for an accident, probably the big water cup was pushed to the ground, and the water splashed everywhere, he was startled, and recited back and forth for a long time [Ice Gun Technique] instead of "I grass" blurted out.

Biu—— bang!

The scream was so short that it seemed to be drowned out by the loud sound of something exploding if it didn't exist, the loud noise came from the position where it should be the wall on his side, and the silence of the night especially highlighted its deafening, Al was shocked and subconsciously came again, this time the scream ended with a muffled sound, coming from another direction, probably the thing that shot out pierced into something slightly softer.

There was nothing soft in the whole room except his bed......

After this speculation was confirmed, he wailed, the quilt was covered with a layer of frost, and when he touched it with his hand, it was cold and biting, and the frost fell down, and he hurriedly picked up the quilt and shook it, shaking off the ice crystals on the ground, and a piece of hard things, and wanted to pick it up and take a look, but before his hand touched the target, he was forced to shiver by a cold air wrapped in it, like substance.

It was too icy, so icy that people didn't dare to touch it, Al had to clamp it up through the quilt, and took a look at it outside the house with the moonlight that was okay, and was immediately fascinated by the shape of this thing, this is an ice pick, it is a double cone that cannot be seen with the naked eye, and I don't know how many faces there are in total, but if you want to count it, you should be able to count it clearly, although it is only about a finger long, less than two fingers thick, but it is sharp and angular, and of course, it is also frighteningly sharp.

The icicle was transparent, crystal clear, emitting wisps of cold air as white as milk, and when the moonlight shone, it was beautiful and deadly, and it was a matter of course to shoot through the roof.

Just thinking about it, there was a sound of pushing the door on her side, and the person who lived next door walked over, with a slender and tall figure, she lifted the long straight hair that fell down her face, looked at Al who was squatting on the ground a few times, and said curiously, "What are you doing here? What are you thinking about?" The woman, who is always easily attracted by shiny things, suddenly pointed to the ice pick lying quietly on the ground, and her tone rose several degrees, "Hey, what is that?!"

"It's my heart," Al clutched his chest, pointing to the ice pick, "you're too much! See for yourself, you're all like this!

The woman laughed out loud, leaned over to look, the freshly washed hair and the fragrant fragrance were swept into his face by the autumn wind, sultry, he shrank back, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Laughing ghost!" Wait, their door is still open!"You look slowly, I've given it to you!"

After saying that, he got up abruptly and was about to run over, but his ears hurt, and he was already pulled by someone, "Let go!

"Dare to shout?!"

"I-"

Tuk tuk!

The opening of the swear words was interrupted by a knock on the door, the two of them turned their heads to look together, and caught a glimpse of a black shadow standing in the room leaning against the door, with an exaggerated curve, a pair of purple eyes compared to the bright moon in the sky, in the middle of the two of them, the knock on the door sounded again, Sela Pel hurriedly let go of his hand and ran back, Al unconsciously wanted to follow, the heartburn made people understand that [three days is like three years] is not a rhetorical device, but a cry, a kind of supplication, but before that, he was stopped before he reached the door.

Suddenly, the owner of the Purple Star Sea had retreated into the darkness of the house, and Cela Pell became a little unscrupulous again, and while grimacing, he ordered, "You go and get that thing, and you won't make any more noise when you go back!"

Al didn't pay attention to what she said, and broke in, but after breaking through a few times, he still couldn't get through, Serrapel didn't have much strength, but he still had skills, and if he broke through like this, he would be regarded as [taking advantage of the opportunity], and there would be no benefit. So he had to give up with a sigh, but he only took a few steps back, and when he heard that it was what Nissa wanted, he hurriedly did it, and after a while, the ice pick not only did not have the slightest intention of melting, but also formed a thick layer of frost on the surface, and the frost spread to the ground, crystal bright.

The woman took the icicle and closed the door, and he stood there for a long time, forcing himself to shift his thoughts from the purple eyes to the hoarfrost on the ground, and then he tried to shoot at the sky a few more times, only to be disappointed on top of disappointed, and to make himself even more unhappy.

In fact, after seeing the true nature of the ice spear technique, the only trace of apprehension left in his heart has completely turned into excitement, the power of the ice pick is very great, not to mention the crossbow, even an ordinary longbow or even a strong bow cannot beat the roof like that, let alone cause a deafening loud noise.

While it's not as one-and-done as the Blessing of Courage, and the spells are slightly longer and have to be recited silently every time they are cast, practice makes perfect, and the interval between spell casts should be much shorter, and the biggest problem is actually ......

This success rate is too unreliable, and the success factors are still nowhere to be found, if you can't release it, you can't practice, you can't practice, then you still have a hang!

He went back to his room and picked up the piece of black bread that he had only bitten a few bites on the ground, and strode towards the martial arts arena, anyway, since he was in the current mood and a bed full of frost would definitely not be able to get a good night's sleep, it was better to use this time on the right path, and if he didn't find something to do, he was afraid that he would go crazy thinking about someone.

The arena was empty, very different from the excitement of the day, of course, this is simply nonsense, who would run out in the middle of the night, originally the light provided by the moon alone was enough to see, but in order to appear more formal, he still lit two torches with a fire sickle, and then inserted them into the ground in the stake area.

There are many thick wooden stakes for practice in this area, they are taken from the branches of the giant trees in the Luolong Valley, they are very hard and durable, the thinnest one in my memory, the diameter is wider than the shoulders of an adult man, and the stakes are densely covered with fist prints, uneven.

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