Chapter 129: Fighting

The villain died of too much talk.

I don't know who prescribed it, but those negative characters who appear in dramas or novels always like to talk for a long time about their own mental journeys, no matter where they are in a position or disadvantage, the indispensable thing is the lines. It's as if if he doesn't say so much, there is no way to show that he is a villain.

However, there is still a difference between reality and creation, not to mention what it takes to be among the ranks of "villains", but Curt has never seen anyone who is still babbling at the moment of life and death. Even politicians, who are usually full of rhetoric, will become quiet at this time.

Perhaps it is these works that have become typical examples of negative teaching materials, and subtly, the consensus of talking less and doing more things has gradually formed in everyone's hearts. Of course, even if it is not a real event, but with so many lessons from the past, no one will turn a blind eye to it.

Obviously, the black-robed sorcerer in front of him belonged to the category that didn't like to talk. Apparently dismissive of Lizzie's request to let him stop, he sneered for a moment before suddenly attacking several "flash guns" and dragging their chain-like tails towards Lizzie.

This is the simplest of attacks, and at a glance Lizzie has already calculated the trajectory of the flash gun, and the final point of impact is not locked on her. The flashshots fired without aiming were not intended to hit her, notable were the chain-like tails that dragged behind the flashshots.

"It seems that I can't talk properly...... Well, it doesn't matter. ”

Pouting, Lizzie rushed in the direction from which the flash gun had come from, the wooden staff in her hand, although it was of the worst quality. It may not be good to use as a clothesstick, but as long as it can be strengthened by conducting magic, it can be used as a melee weapon.

The magic that was gathered from the monastery to the bell tower was so strong that Cheng DΓΉ could be distinguished by the naked eye alone. Being in this highly concentrated magical air. Wizards are like fish that have jumped into the sea, capable of casting spells above their own level.

The wooden staff in Lizzie's hand seemed to be on fire, and pale "flames" danced on the wooden surface. With a flick of her staff, Lizzie swept towards the flashing spears that passed by her, and in an instant, the chains filled with magic power were engulfed by the flames on the staff, and they disappeared in an instant.

Spells constructed by the use of pure magic are flawed. The flash gun is one of the most well-known textbooks, which is why Lizzie is able to break them with a wooden staff. The Rubik's cube that constructs their "main body" condenses in the phenomenon of spells, and as long as they are cut off, the spells will collapse instantly.

If it's a physical phenomenon, such as water or fire. Aside from the nature of magic, these things that are born of magic are indeed objectively "substances". Therefore, after destroying the Rubik's cube that makes up these substances by destroying the spell, the remnants of the matter will still exist.

As a result, the "Flash Gun" is the least expensive spell, but it is often avoided by mages when fighting as their primary means of attack.

Watching Lizzie wave her wooden staff and rush over. The black sorcerer was startled. But this did not affect his judgment. Seeing that Lizzie continued to defeat the spells he thrown, he wisely gave up using intermittent spells to contain them, and instead threw all the prepared spells at Lizzie with a flip of his hand.

This is a strategy that compromises quality and suppresses it in overwhelming quantity. Dozens of half-prepared spells that had not yet taken shape were all thrown out by the opponent, and simple spells composed of pure magic power set off a roaring explosion in the air that contained such a dense amount of magical power.

"Tsk......"

Lizzie knew that these spells were half-finished, and that unformed magical structures were easier to defeat than simple lightning guns. But at the same time, there were too many spells rushing towards her, and the roaring spell cluster obviously couldn't allow her to break them one by one, so she had no choice but to avoid the trajectory of the spell projection.

Take advantage of this opportunity. The other man shook his left hand sharply, and some pale blue powder spilled from his palm to the air on his chest. Followed by. His fingers swiped slightly, forming the shape of a plural Rubik's cube in the air. The bead chain at the tip of the wand emitted a dim blue glow, and under the traction of the magic power, the pale blue powder absorbed the moisture and magic stored in the surrounding air, and changed its form in the Rubik's Cube.

The use of a staff that mimics the Cross of Life as a tool to focus on magic and the use of pale blue powder as a material is the most basic ancient method of spell casting. After the black-robed magician filled the linear Rubik's Cubes, ice picks about the thickness of cups slowly emerged under his control.

This is an ancient spell used to create projectile icicles, and of course the magic overflowing in the air can't just enhance Lizzie's casting ability. The black-robed mage who created this space naturally knew how to cast these spells with this amount of magic, and this is how these ice picks were created.

With the exception of fire, almost all projectile attacks deal substantial damage to the enemy with damage of quality and degree. In this sense, there is not much difference between an ice pick and a flying stone, after all, even if an ice pick hits a person, it will not freeze a person into a popsicle.

It is said that the hardness of ice is related to the temperature, and the lower the temperature, the harder the ice. These ice picks created by spells are actually much more brittle than the ice cubes that naturally occur in low temperatures, and at a glance, the ice picks that appear on the edge of the staff have cobweb-like cracks.

There was no need for the caster's deliberate intervention, the black-robed magician simply pointed his staff in Lizzie's direction, and the icicle would shoot in Lizzie's direction. The opponent's fire was non-stop, and with each icicle that flew out, it was followed by a ready companion to fill its place.

This was a different threat from the cluster of spells that had been thrown together, and the ice picks that kept shooting were aimed at Lizzie's body like bullets from a gun. If she shatters one, the next icicle will hit her, and if she wants to avoid being hit, Lizzie must find a cover that can block these "munitions". However, there is not even a parapet on the top floor of the bell tower, only some columns that support the roof stand in the corners.

If you choose to run away or dodge, you will be unilaterally suppressed. In order to gain the upper hand, Lizzie used the turbulence set off by the crooked spells she had just created to deflect some of the icicles aimed at her, and then rushed straight at the enemies who were still shooting in the distance.

Although the black-robed magician on the other side is good at using spells, his level of hitting moving targets is really not very good. After the first wave of shots shifted the target, he began to correct the trajectory of the shots, but the correction could not keep up with Lizzie's movement, and the fragile ice picks hit the ground, leaving debris in the ground. Constantly shifting her foothold, Lizzie rushed towards the other party on a distorted trajectory, the wooden staff in her hand ready to go.

The distance of ten or so steps was only a matter of a moment, and before the black-robed wizard could shoot all the icicles in his hand, Lizzie had already dived into his arms. Lowering her center of gravity, she pressed her weight on her right leg, and the end of the wooden staff was stabbed into the opponent's abdomen as a spear.

"Uh-huh"

The wooden staff sank into the man's abdomen, and thanks to the defensive spell on the robes, he did not suffer much damage. Despite this, after some of the impact seeped into the defense, his body was bent backwards and turned into a "

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