Does anyone have any illusions that Zhao Mai will be able to defeat Mirkor, and use one Maia's ability to fight against this powerful Dark Lord who can defeat the alliance of thirteen Vera? Zhao Mai knew very well that the possibility was too small, too small to be negligible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info And they are located in the southeast of Middle-earth, far from the control area of Vera, so there will be no reinforcements.

Therefore, from the very beginning, he set the purpose of the battle as delay, covering the departure and hiding of his elves, and then waiting for an opportunity to escape. He took advantage of Mirkor's arrogant personality and would not confront him head-on - that would be seen as a challenge and suffer a more ferocious blow. In the face of Mirko's fist, he tried his best to dodge, and used the four techniques of Tai Chi boxing, squeezing, pressing, and squeezing, and entangled with him in a slow and continuous manner - although it was not authentic, but the meaning was like that.

Mirkor's fighting style is very one-dimensional, with straight and curved fist claw grapples, plus headbutts and tears after the grappling. The great sword he uses is the same routine, he doesn't even have a stance, and he wields it completely like an axe for chopping wood. Zhao Mai could "read" his battle intent the moment he made a move, and it wasn't so difficult to dodge. He can do it with ease, but he still looks embarrassed and embarrassed to maintain an undefeated situation.

"Don't do this, Mirkor...... There is something to discuss......" Zhao Mai kept talking, like a magic sound. "I can't fight and kill, I'll die...... Don't you fight anymore, stop and discuss it......" He never threw a punch at Mirkor, he kept opening his palms, pushing and pressing. Mirko always had the feeling of winning, but he never really won.

Although he didn't let Mirko really hit once, he just let his fist rub his body, but the residual and escaping energy was not very easy to bear, and Zhao Mai was soon covered in bruises. It seems that he is getting more and more embarrassed, and it is difficult to maintain even the situation of left and right. Mirko shook his fist and yelled, "Now you know my strength, right? This is just my strength, you can't bear it anymore, you know my greatness, right?"

"Don't fight, can you talk for a while, just ...... for a while" Zhao Mai continued to delay time with his mouth cannon. In his perception, the elves had already ducked away, and were covering themselves with the psychic abilities they had learned. Zhao Mai taught them a lot of "messy" things, including digging hiding holes underground. Elves are born with a love of the ground, the sky, and the sea, and love the natural environment. Of course, Zhao Mai's reason is that the underground environment is also part of the natural environment, which the elves can't deny. He taught the elves to take practicality as the primary consideration when they were in danger, and after preserving themselves, they would consider things such as cultivation, cultivation, and self-improvement.

Zhao Mai calculated in his heart, he couldn't see the elves himself, but Mirko was even more powerful, and his perception might be far beyond his own. In this case, if you can delay it for a while, you can delay it for a while, and there is no shame in being beaten by Michael. All of Vera have had the experience of being beaten down by him and even broken up. Thinking of this, he pleaded even more pitifully, but his hands were not ambiguous at all, drawing circles with the left circle, the right circle, and the soles of his feet, one step back, two steps and one oblique, and he played "pushing hands" with Mirko in the open space in front of the Tower of Babel.

Not a single god in the entire Arda could understand the theory that Zhao Mai was using, and even Iluvita narrowed her eyes curiously, casting a curious gaze from outside the world. In fact, Zhao Mai also became more and more energetic, and he didn't care about the wounds on his body, anyway, the natural force can continue to repair it. It's not a problem! It's rare to meet such a direct, persistent, and powerful opponent. Zhao Mai comprehensively used all his power systems to conduct a complete review of his own improvement.

The Natural Force is used to heal, psychic abilities assist and control body movements, spells are cast to paralyze opponents, and divine powers are used to improve all abilities across the board. The more Zhao Mai played, the more he learned, and the completely self-taught Tai Chi gradually seemed to have been taught by a master, and the efficiency became higher and higher.

Mirko was uncomfortable, wondering "Why haven't you fallen down yet?" and he increased his strength, and found that the battle was still the same result. The noisy guy on the other side seemed to be about to lose his bearing, but before he knew it, he was still able to catch his fist and slowly hold on. What the hell is this? He kept increasing his strength, and then found that his current body could not withstand so much power, so he had to make it bigger. Gradually, he was already taller than Zhao Mai's height of nearly two heads.

"That's not right!" Myron has maintained his original size and has not become larger, and he has been forced to get bigger, what does this mean? At the same level of divine power, his skills are not as good as Myron's, and it also shows that Myron has been using some kind of combat skill that he doesn't know, so as to level or even surpass Mirkor's combat threat. Only then did he have the heart to look at his surroundings, and was surprised to find that he had been fighting with Myron for a long time, and had only drawn a large number of oblique or positive circles in the open space.

"You're lying to ......" Before he could finish his sentence, he found Myron disappear before his eyes. Hurriedly searched around, and found Myron rushing towards the Tower of Babel with incredible speed. A white mist exploded, and Myron rose into the air and ran up the outer wall of the Tower of Babel.

Zhao Mai began to run away when Mirko said the word "no". The Dark Lord understands that he has been tricked, if he doesn't take advantage of his thinking and comprehension to escape, will he have to wait until he comes back to his senses? He won't wait for the opponent's "transformation" to complete before acting, this is not a one-turn-one-turn war chess game! The tactical goal of procrastination is completed, and it is overachieved, and then he must flee with all his might!

The Tower of Babel is like a giant beanstalk, built by countless natural forces, psychic abilities, and the skillful hands of elves, taking root from the earth and absorbing the power of growth from the ocean not far away. Zhao Mai's divine power makes it unaffected by the wind, so it can grow tall straight. He ran wildly on it with all his might, and at the same time urged the beanstem to continue to grow, even if the foundation was unstable. If you can't escape, no matter how stable the Tower of Babel is, there is no point. The energy that escaped from Mirkor's battle with him became the power that made Babel taller. Soon, he became a small black dot in the sky.

"Sauron!!! you despicable villain!!!" Mirko roared, his body swelling several times larger, and he was furious. A storm of thunder and fire rose in response, and Mirko soared into the air, soaring with the help of a tornado. But all the winds can't get close to the Tower of Babel, unless they slowly crack the magic spell left behind by Zhao Mai.

"Illuvita can't save you!" Mirko immediately understood Zhao Mai's plan. He had experience in destroying giant lanterns, and he calculated the speed of dismantling the tower in his heart, and found that it was still a little too late. So he jumped from the tornado to the tower, like a gorilla, using his hands and feet together, climbing upward, chasing Zhao Mai away.