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The top was lively, and the sub-giants below were also screaming and gathering over. Everyone's attention was firmly attracted by the ice storm and black whirlwind in mid-air, and no one noticed that a small door behind the castle was quietly opened, and Grimm and the others followed Badbey out and disappeared into the noisy night.

Mackensius and other arcane warriors like Grimm can only use second-order spells, so some people bless themselves with "striding and running", and move forward with their legs as fast as flying, while others bless themselves with "jumping skills", like sub-giant barbarian fighters, they leap forward with each step, which looks a little weird;

The strange escape methods suddenly made this team seem extremely scattered, but the most dangerous thing was Giselle, who was out of breath and followed at the back, he didn't know any spells at all, and he was not like Le Lin's fierce body, martial arts, and running like flying. He hadn't gone far before he shouted, "Wait for me! I don't have a spell, which one of you will bless me?"

Several women had already heard about Rafina and immediately ran faster. The arcane soldiers have limited spells, who wants to risk being chased by the sub-giants and crush their heads, and give the rare spells that are about to be given to a baron who has lost his land and power?! A few people looked back at him, dropped a look of "ask for more blessings", and turned their heads and ran.

Giselle's heart was extremely cold, and a strong resentment rushed to his heart: I gave you good food and drink, and now that I have no territory, you will not even give me a small spell?!, resentment is like a poisonous snake that makes him roar angrily: "If you don't care about me anymore, I will go to the sub-giants myself!" Before he finished his cruel words, he saw a group of people waiting for the eyes of the people to turn around with fierce eyes. Immediately, he was shocked in his heart, what a fool he had just said! What if these "outlaws" suddenly turned their faces and killed people?

Suddenly, the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and my heart was like a cowardly and helpless lamb. Frightened, he trembled lightly and took a few steps back. Suddenly, he shouted in a hurry: "Don't get me wrong, I just want you to stop and help me." If anyone is willing to bless me with spells, I'll give them these two gold rings with sapphires!"

And they saw that they had not yet spoken. But I heard Grimm's eager voice at the front of the group: "You said it earlier! I have another spell to add to you." Then he uttered a mantra and sent a standard "stride away" from afar. For fear of being forced by others.

Giselle breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Grimm rushing over, stretched out his hand, and hurriedly begged: "Where's the ring? Hurry up, we're in a hurry!" When Giselle saw that greedy face, he immediately felt unwilling: too much alike! Too much like his uncle! Obviously, he can help others without much effort, but he always waits until others are exhausted and voluntarily put out a large amount of wealth before he is willing to help others. If he weren't his nephew. I'm afraid I'll have been pierced dry a long time ago!

At this time, he suddenly remembered the old priest of Mother Earth God again, although he was shallow and nagging was annoying. But at least he will always lend a helping hand when others are in danger, and he won't ask for a lot of money like a mage!

Damn! A low-level mage can be raised, but it's not very useful, and a medium-level mage is useful, but he can't afford to raise it like a vampire! Angry, he took off two large, thick gold rings and handed them to Grimm sullenly.

Grimm actually saw his expression, but it didn't matter if he saw it. It doesn't matter what others think of me, what benefits do I get? Those high-ranking mages don't have clean buttocks, and they don't pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring all day long. 11 songs-11 everywhere to show off their might?!***. I shine today, too.

So he deliberately laughed after getting the ring: "Okay, okay." It's a good thing. Looks like my spells are still useful. As she spoke, she deliberately stared at Le Lin, signaling that her martial arts can only protect herself but not others.

The black whirlwind, as thick as black ink, was still in a stalemate with the gusting ice storm. Under the violent frost flying attack, there was no half-point collapse!

The Hil Han chief, who had turned into a giant crow, flew down from the sky like black thunder, just as it approached the black whirlwind. The mouth spewed a sharp fifth-order spell - Frost Spray. This is already their supreme spell, and if they don't work to any avail, they will be in trouble!

Thick as a cow's body and as long as a giant python, the white frost rushed into the black wind, but he heard a long laugh in the black wind. Among them, a sturdy figure leaped out, and with a happy laugh, it fell lightly into the crowd of sub-giants. How can there be a little bit of injury?

The patriarch fixed his eyes and saw that it was a thick-skinned, thick frost ogre covered in ice blue! This fellow, who was no smaller than himself, grabbed the two-handed warhammer of a sub-giant barbarian fighter and sprayed it to the ground with a breath of frost. Then the hammer flew like the wind and struck the people of the surrounding land. Are these sub-giant barbarian fighters mediocre hands? One by one, they all scattered in an uproar, and their bodies staggered around in search of fighters. The three sub-giant barbarian fighters hugged each other in tacit understanding, and the three two-handed sharp axes each flew at a strange angle.

Dong Q was slightly surprised when he saw it! These three axes seemed to be cut at random. In fact, there is a hidden trend of encirclement and strangulation. The offensive of the three of them was unified. It's like a huge monster claw with three sharp claw probes flying over! If you block hard, you can only be combined by these three axes to destroy the blocking momentum, and you will end up with a few axes splitting your body! Although this kind of martial arts is amazing, Dong Q has a nine-turn Xuan Gong, how can such a mortal soldier hurt him?

The three whistling axes slashed at the "Frost Ogre" with the great force of splitting cattle and horses, but they only made a soft muffled sound, like two trees striking each other, without any effect.

With a muffled "bang", a sub-giant was hit by the heavy two-handed war hammer, and immediately smashed the sternum that was as solid as iron, and he flew sideways like a rock and fell to the ground with blood splashed sideways, and his eyes died violently.

The Frost Ogre suddenly opened a large mouth full of fangs, and in an instant, it spewed out an equally violent "frost spray". With a snort, the two sub-giants were knocked to the ground at the same time, becoming half-ice sculptures that could not move. The angry sub-giants around him were about to swarm up, when they suddenly saw the "frost ogre" laughing and waving his thick arms.

Boom, boom, boom, boom. There were two or three violent ice storms around them, and the cold wind beat everyone like countless whip shadows, and everyone couldn't lift their heads or hands, and the ice was like an axe smashing everyone who broke their bones and screamed miserably and rushed back.

At this moment, the giant crows transformed by several sub-giant elders couldn't wait to fly down. A rigid claw as big as a bathtub flew down the sky, and even the steel plate had to be caught!

Although Dong Q is not afraid, he also does not want to be caught and hoisted. Another message came from Badbey, and everyone was about to run out of the small city, so they no longer smacked out 3::q::Chinese::head::hair

With sharp claws and thick palms, thunder flashed, and a huge blue and white electric snake as thick as a horse's body burst out, crackling and blasting into the giant crows in mid-air. Suddenly, there were electric sparks and muffled screams, and several older elders were suddenly bombarded, and their internal injuries were not light, their bodies were smoking, and their external injuries were not shallow, and they staggered and almost fell from the air to the ground.

The patriarch in mid-air uttered a strange voice in horror: "Is this the storm shaman of the country of Naintus down there?! We didn't mean to offend!" Isn't this the storm shaman of the country of Naintus? Originally, those cyclops skills, but now I heard that there are many ogre wizards in Naintus who have also joined this profession.

If it's true, then it's going to be a big problem! The ogre wizard is good at transfiguration, and he may have been sent to the human kingdom by the country of Naintus to carry out some kind of mission! If he offends this person, then he will even collide with the country of Naintus! It was nothing before, but now that country is needed to contain the Governor Empire.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the "Frost Ogre Wizard" below, with a rapid incantation in his mouth, and suddenly out of nowhere he impersonated a strange white golem with a ridged face! It had no facial features and a body like a dwarf, arms longer than knees, and claws like pyramids. Between waving his hand and flying arms, his body was extremely sharp. It was like a praying mantis probing its arm, as fast as an electric throw! With a few blows on the ground, it smashed two tall sub-giants with its body like a chariot and its arms like a big stick; its long fingers and sharp claws flew like arrows and spears, and in an instant it stabbed three burly and brave brute fighters.

Then, above his head, a large qi element with lightning flashing and thundering all over his body appeared. The thick arm waved and summoned a series of thunderbolts to slash down from mid-air, and everyone who blew up hugged their heads and ran away.

That's it. An ogre wizard with a body as strong as iron, a tall and swift "golem", a thunderous and powerful aura element, and an even more ferocious super-large water element next to him, suddenly entered the flock like four fierce tigers. Killing flesh and blood, screaming. Who can resist?

When the patriarch was frightened, he saw that these three guys who couldn't be provoked didn't like to fight, so they rushed into the distance to kill as soon as they merged with the water element. So he shouted, "Stop chasing! he's the High Storm Shaman of the Land of Naintus! Don't mess with him!"

The chaotic cries and howls in the town gradually died down, and the patriarch who had turned back into human form looked at the dead bodies on the ground in front of him with a cold face. Some of their bodies were poked out of a hole large enough to fit into their fists, and their eyes were still glaring in pain; some of them were blasted into soft mud and wrapped only by their tough skin, and their strange appearance was shocking; some half of their heads were frozen and broken in half, revealing their brains inside! It was really miserable; and some were scorched black flesh by a strong electric storm. There is a strange "fragrance" in the air. Dozens of breaths! Dozens of breaths. These valiant brute fighters died a tragic death. And the other party is just a person!

After treating the wounded and sick, the elders and priests returned to the patriarch to report that 16 of their clansmen had died honorably in battle. More than 50 other people were injured at various times, but after treatment, they were all harmed.

After listening to their report silently, the patriarch suddenly said coldly: "Have you ever wondered why we lost so badly today? So many people were chased and beaten by a single ogre wizard? Fifty or sixty people were killed and injured in one Q, almost one-tenth of our clansmen! What would we do if we met a real high mage in the future?"

All the elders looked at each other anxiously, yes, they were only waiting to be exterminated if they went on like this!

The last shred of the joy of victory is gone, and it turns out that the tribe is on the verge of life and death!

Patriarch Hilhan said with a face as heavy as condensed iron: "In my opinion, although our tribe seems to be strong, it actually has too many weaknesses compared to those high-level spellcasters! See for yourself, you don't even have a strong bow! If you have a ballista, you might be able to resist it a little. Second, we have very few demonized weapons, and we can only rely on the Beast Spirit Warriors to apply low-grade "demonized weapons" effects at zero hour. Once the pastor has no time to come back, he has to be in a hurry. If you encounter an ordinary weapon that can't damage the earth qi element and water element, you will be helpless!" he walked around angrily and anxiously, and said with great anxiety: "Now everyone has also seen that we think we have strong melee combat ability, but in fact it is all an illusion! Because our attack ability is crippled! Once the other party adopts targeted tactics, I will be no different from an ant on the ground!"

Seeing that the elders and some of the squad leaders lowered their heads and pondered, he continued to emphasize in a loud voice: "Thirdly, our spells are too single! There are only frost and partial change spells, but once the other party is not afraid of frost, we will all be dumbfounded! Just like today, what kind of ice storm and frost spray come and go. Can only be used against ordinary targets that have no spells or strange abilities. But it's not a in front of a really powerful character! That ogre of the frost subspecies isn't afraid of ordinary frost damage at all, and our attacks are literally bathing people! If we had scorching weapons and walls of fire, would he still be able to run? But what about us? We don't even have a few debilitating spells!"

A sub-giant elder suddenly spoke up, "I cast a debilitating spell on him, but it didn't work."

Another elder priest said, "I also used a spell spell, but it didn't work. Later, he called out to the god Usgar for a pious weapon of the Kopais heavy scimitar, but he still slashed it and ran away. ”

Another elder priest spoke up, "We didn't expect to run into such a guy, some spells like scorching brilliance or something were not prepared. And the firewall spell doesn't know how the priests in our tribe know. "The number of spells that the priest knows is also limited, and at their level, each person knows only a dozen of them. Many of them still have Tier 0 spells that don't have any combat effect. The patriarch waved his hand irritably, and sighed: "That's not the same result?! This is the fourth problem I want to say, we don't even have spell items! In the past, we could rely on daily spells to deal with those beasts and imbecile monsters in our hometown, but now we are on human territory. Their mid-level mages aren't fighting by chatting about a few spell slots every day! People are using all kinds of spell items! Everyone used to meet human mages and priests who were underground in the ranks. These guys don't have much money, and they can't afford to buy many spell equipment. It's just a few daily spells that are desperate. I've seen them in my previous travels to the city of Sizhuang Houde, and they don't use their daily spells at all, but bring their magic wands, staffs, spell scepters, scrolls, and so on, which store a large number of spells of all kinds. You can choose and use it at will when you fight, no matter what the enemy is, you can find the corresponding way to crack it! Today, that ogre storm shaman also relied on a high-level scepter to disrupt our deployment, and we had to force the first to rescue the fighters who were attacked by that super-large water elemental, otherwise if I swarmed him up at the first time and surrounded him with divine magic, he would not be able to take such a big advantage! When I wanted to use it, I found that my spell of the day didn't work!"

The Elder Priest questioned in questioning, "But our clan really doesn't know much about flame magic. And we can't learn all the magic techniques in every way! Even if we use the magic tools, we still can't avoid the problem of a single spell. ”

The Hilhan chief smiled. He gushed out his wish for many years: "There is also the fifth problem, there is no unity between our various tribes! You do yours, I do mine, and it is good not to fight each other in normal times." As a result, when they encounter enemies with all-round abilities, they are defeated one by one!, but the magic skills that each tribe is good at and the similar spells that the beast spirit transforms are different, and they can just complement each other. Like today's Frost Ogre Wizard, if the Poison Breath Flying Serpent and the Fire Bat Beast Spirit clan are present, they can use poison, death spells, as well as fire and sonic spells to deal with it. Seeing that everyone lowered their eyes and no longer objected, he said to the point: "So, our expelled tribes can't go on in such a split like this! We must unite to deal with the current life-and-death situation, if we can't complete the integration before those human mages deal with the civil strife, then it will be the turn of those mages to lead a group of low-level human miscellaneous soldiers to slaughter us under the banner of justice!"

But there were still people who were angry and dissatisfied: "If we forcibly unite, then our way of life will not be able to continue the previous traditions, and it will be no different from the Bentui Empire?

The patriarch froze, and asked in a loud voice: "Have you forgotten that we fled only because of tradition? And the gods! And our venerable god Usga! It is under the protection of the god Usgar that our tradition can be continued, and it is under the protection of the god Usgar that we can escape from the clutches of the Governor Empire and escape here to live in peace." This is the will of the god Uzka! I will pray like a god and ask him to agree to unite our tribes. Otherwise, we will be just chickens and ducks before the festival, waiting to be slaughtered by those humans after a few full meals!"

Everyone was silent, and it was difficult to speak against the gods when it came to them—they had to wait for the supreme oracle from the god Usgar.

Suddenly, a few sub-giant barbarian fighters in simple leather armor ran over and shouted, "Patriarch! That ogre wizard has run to the north! We can't catch up."

The Hil Han grew angry, and pointed at them with a red face and scolded: "Didn't you tell you to stop chasing? Since that guy can fly in the wind, isn't that exactly what I call the storm shaman?!As long as he stays far away in the sky and casts spells, killing a few of you is as easy as killing a few ants!" suddenly asked himself: "What is he doing in the north? It's a ghost place in the Segovia mountains, where even dragons don't want to go! When we migrated from the north, we could only go around and walk, and even then we lost two Three hundred people. Where did he go and what was he doing alone? It's weird. "When I thought about it, I suddenly remembered something even stranger--wasn't there too much ice storm that this frost ogre wizard had cast when he was fighting? This kind of spell is usually only once a few days, even if he is talented and has been seriously trained, he will only die two or three times a day, but he actually released five or six in one breath!

Isn't it too much?!!

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