Werewolves are known to have thick fur, which gives them a natural coat of warmth and defensive armor, and three hundred years ago, werewolves raided the kingdom of Thunderton (which at that time only occupied about a quarter of the territory of the current kingdom of Mali, and basically faced the territory of werewolves) usually chose winter.

Their fur can withstand the cold and winds of winter, but at that time, the kingdom of Thunderton was not rich, and almost the whole country resisted the invasion of werewolves, and the money spent on buying warm clothes every year was innumerable, until one day three magicians who studied under the same teacher inadvertently created this spell combination.

The rain of the rain is formed by magic, so it will remain in a state of water for a short time, this magic is the favorite of the aristocracy in the arid zone, as long as a few magicians cast this magic once in a while, they can wait for the harvest of their estate.

Cryochromia is not as powerful as its name, in fact, it is the effect of gathering ice elements to cause the surrounding environment to get colder and colder, and usually the nobles will depict this magic array in their bedrooms or cold storage.

As for Gale, it was a completely useless spell, and his only role was to let the apprentices know that they could already cast spells, which was on the same level as Burst.

Rain wets clothing or fur and begins to evaporate and take away heat from the target, cryotics make the surrounding environment cooler and colder, preventing the target from heating the air, and high winds speed up the evaporation of water and expand the range of cryotherapy.

The expansion of the cryojutsu will make the wind stronger, and the evaporation of the water will be accelerated again, and slowly the area covered in magic will form an area of cold wind.

In this way, the natural fur of the werewolves became their disadvantage, so it was rare for the werewolves to attack the Kingdom of Remington (now part of the Kingdom of Mali) from winter.

And now this classic combination spell has been released to the body of the Bandit Alliance.

It's spring, and the chill is starting to subside, but people still haven't taken off their clothes, and long-sleeved trousers are still wearing them now.

The bandits from the soldiers squatted on the ground in despair, waiting for the verdict of fate, it is very simple to crack this spell combination, as long as they do not stand in place, there is naturally no lethality when they leave the release range of the spell. But the team of tens of thousands of people can move as they say, and these bandits who are about to tell the line what is going to happen look at themselves being crowded in the middle of the crowd, and the original sense of security quietly disappears at this moment.

Another blow from the Flame City army came quickly, and after the spell was released, the archers filled their bows and released them, shooting at the bandits like a downpour.

It took some time for the spell to take effect, but the blow of the bow and arrow was immediately effective, and the arrows flew towards the bandits like locusts, and these bandits were not waiting to be killed, they were often shot by each other's bows and arrows when they plundered the merchants, so they also had a hand in shooting down or dodging the arrows.

It's just that what they are facing today is no longer the escort of negotiations, nor the arrows of a few archers, but the rain of arrows of nearly a thousand archers. The bandits smashed the arrow away with their weapons and were shot by the next one.

Although the archers of Flame City are elite, they are not iron-clad in the end, and after five rounds of rapid fire, the rain of arrows becomes sparse.

These archers in Flame City can do fifteen rounds of rapid projectiles, but after fifteen rounds, their arms are sore, at least in a few hours, don't think about having combat effectiveness, now Mo Xuan is fighting a war of attrition with the bandits, for a few bandits to let the precious archers lose their combat effectiveness, it is not worth it.

After the rain of arrows, Mo Xuan's magic was released.

The magic of chaos is Mo Xuan's use of the mood fluctuations in his collected mental power as an attack weapon, speaking of which this magic is a large-scale emotional influence magic, but the affected emotions are not controlled by Mo Xuan.

In fact, if Mo Xuan has the time and patience, he can classify these emotional fluctuations and then extract them when he uses them, so that the target of the spell can feel emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and so on.

It's just that Mo Xuan doesn't have time to do this kind of work with big pay and small return, and the emotional fluctuation fragments of this spell are all mixed together.

I didn't see any strange brilliance, I didn't see any turmoil in the heavens and the earth, only the magicians around Mo Xuan could feel the changes in their spiritual power, and they only felt that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Mo Xuan's body suddenly fluctuated and then eased.

Mo Xuan opened his closed eyes and looked in the direction of the Bandit Alliance camp with burning eyes: "Come on! Let me see the power of this spell." ”

The Flame City archers fired about 5,000 arrows, but the Bandit Alliance soldiers were only a little over a thousand killed, less than 2,000, and most of them were wounded.

"Shhh

"Come, head, this is the wound medicine produced in our hometown, you can try it. A bandit put the medicine in his hand in front of the injured bandit.

The injured bandit felt a burst of irritability in his heart for no reason, and it stands to reason that he should show surprise or relief for the kindness of this subordinate, so that he can make his subordinates follow him more firmly, but I don't know why he just can't be happy, irritability, anger has occupied his heart.

"Perhaps, it's because of the wound in the hands of Flame City!" he reassured himself, barely squeezing out an ugly smile to look at his men.

"What kind of expression is he?" the wounded thief saw the strange expression on his men's faces, "Isn't he supposed to show an expression of anticipation waiting for praise?

In the eyes of the injured bandit, the faces of his subordinates seemed to be sarcastic, ridiculed, and gloating, and he rubbed his eyes and thought that he had seen it wrong, but after opening his eyes, the expressions of his subordinates still remained unchanged, and there seemed to be a trace of contempt.

When will it be the turn of such a lowly thing to despise him, he is a noble swordsman, a swordsman who is about to be promoted to the rank of great swordsman, angry he has already thrown his thoughts and calmness aside, at this moment he just wants to wash away the insult he brought to himself with the blood of the person in front of him.

The thief who delivered the medicine was also amazed at his performance, when did he have such courage? He actually laughed at him in front of his head, no! I want to control my emotions, I can't make this expression, otherwise it will be a big deal! The man who delivered the medicine tried hard to control his emotions, but he didn't know why, he just wanted to laugh, he just wanted to laugh heartily.

"Uh... Hahaha... It's so funny. Looking at his boss's discolored face, his subordinates couldn't help laughing anymore, and suddenly he felt that it was wrong for him to do this: "Boss, I didn't mean to, I really don't want to laugh... ”

The injured bandit silently stood up from the ground, picked up his long sword, and then a flash of light flashed, and the bandit who was still laughing went to see his lovely death, but before he died, he was still wondering, why should I laugh?

With a sword to the head of his subordinates, the wounded bandit was still angry, and the five fingers that grasped the long sword were released and clenched, and the angry and bloodthirsty light in his eyes flashed, and then he struck at his nearest person with a frantic pace.