The falling firelight of the fireworks suddenly accelerated, and the little firelights turned into streaks of scarlet.
These strands of scarlet hung down from the sky like thin threads, one after another, piercing into the bodies of the struggling crows, and then their shriveled bodies expanded as if they were inflated. As the magic power surged, the death energy enveloped the crows.
and the dark atmosphere were swallowed up, their withered feathers were rejuvenated and radiant, like flowers blooming after spring thunder. In just an instant, on the scaffoldings erected between the roofs on both sides of the street, they appeared
A big colorful bird.
A true colorful crow.
But no matter how colorful a crow is, it is still a crow.
"Quack!"
The hanging crow that was the first to flap its wings howled again, flapped its wings, and soared into the air. Its scarlet eyes stared at the three young wizards, then it hovered in mid-air for a few seconds, then flapped its wings.
Like a heavy torpedo, it slammed over.
The reason why the slightly unfamiliar metaphor of 'torpedo' came to Zheng Qing's mind is because when the crow launched an attack, the slender red line inserted into it did not break. It continued to extend as the crow approached, as if it were a wire-guided torpedo.
of wires.
And its attack speed is not fast.
Zheng Qing resisted the urge to pull out the Colt Silver Python, and pulled out the Remington hanging on his back with his backhand, pulled the bolt, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The whole process went smoothly - he was still stuffed in the magazine of this rune gun.
The ordinary evil-proof talisman bullets prepared before.
boom!
The cursed light from the muzzle flashed away, and the evil-proof bullets fired by Remington arrived first and hit the colorful 'torpedo' in the air without any hindrance. The colorful crow was blown into a new ball of fireworks.
With just one shot, Zheng Qing suddenly realized the opponent's purpose.
Before he could speak, Xiao Xiao, who was next to him, reminded him: "They want to use up your talisman bullets... Wait a minute, let's try the power of these crows."
Zheng Qing silently put away the Remington, reloaded the gun, and at the same time touched the Colt Silver Python hanging on his waist.
Not to mention the powerful talisman bullets he shot in the Silent Forest during the winter vacation when he was performing the hunting team's advanced mission. Not long ago, during the spring hunting in Shanglinyuan, he threw thousands of talisman bullets at one go on the performance stage. If attacked,
Those who have some brains should know how rich his opponent, who is good at talismans, is.
Using cannon fodder to consume his talisman papers and talisman bullets is a very safe way.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
While these thoughts flashed through his mind, the second and third 'Colorful Crows' also arrived one after another, landing on the three-light array one after another, shaking the protective spell that Xiao Xiao had held up.
"The instantaneous attack power of each crow is equivalent to two to three standard explosive charms taking effect at the same time. Each protective spell can resist three rounds... well, just to be safe, it can resist the suicide attacks of five crows."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, stared at the golden shadow of the hill that was fading in color amid the explosion, and analyzed in a calm tone: "The falling speed and number of crows increase linearly...according to their increasingly faster attack frequency,
The three of us must take turns to continuously cast the 'Weishi Yanyan' in order to maintain the protective spell from being broken..."
Continuously casting in turns means that after the previous person has finished casting, the next person will continue to cast without pausing. This high-frequency repeated casting not only tests the wizard's proficiency in spells, but also affects the wizard's mana and even the hunting team's subsequent operations.
The arrangements all presented very big challenges.
"Not a suicide attack."
Fatty Xin spoke in a low voice, corrected a certain word used by the doctor, and then pointed to a roof very close to them: "Look over there, the first crow that was just shot by Brother Zha has recovered.
"
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, the crow he had blown up had been hung up on the scaffold again at some point, and the blood-red thin line was piercing its back, repeating the phrase "Withered Crow"
The journey to 'Colorful Crow'.
He lowered his head and quickly copied a new line of "Jiepinanshan, Weishiyanyan" on the blank page of the Dharma book. Then he raised his head, squinted, and pondered the distribution pattern of those scarlet thin lines, trying to find the meaning behind the "fireworks" all over the sky.
Black hand.
But it's not easy.
Although there was a blessing from the Three Light Array, which dispersed a lot of smoke, there was still a faint mist covering the entire small sandbox world. In the distance were huge fireworks blooming, and the falling lines of fire touched the crow's back.
It hit several young wizards and exploded into tiny fireworks.
Light pollution, noise pollution, and air pollution filled the scope of his observation - Zheng Qing even suspected that if he was attacked at close range by those crows, he might also experience the concepts of starry sky pollution, demon pollution, or magic pollution.
One has to admire the caution and thoroughness of the attackers.
"Remember how we escaped from the sandbox during the last winter hunt?" The fat wizard tried to find a way out from historical experience.
"At that time, we had a standard five-person Exoneration Hunting Team, with more than a dozen teachers from the teaching assistant group standing beside us, dozens of gray robes and black robes working outside to crack the rules of the sandbox, and a great wizard
I helped break the barrier of the small sandbox world, and finally got a chance to escape. Now we are only three people alone."
Although Xiao Xiao's voice was still calm and composed, the answer he gave made people feel a little pessimistic: "Oh, I almost forgot, there is also the guardian array. The guardian array also played a certain role that day, and now..."
He wiped his crystal ball with his sleeves and shook his head slightly: "Right now, we are still out of touch with the guardian circle. We can only hope that the nearest senior, Colma, will notice something abnormal here."
Then he glanced at Zheng Qing and added: "...or Councilor Su appeared without warning like last time and saved a group of passers-by who seemed to have nothing to do with her at the time."
Zheng Qing pretended not to understand the doctor’s complaints about Su Shijun.
As for Colma.
Kolma may be able to detect abnormalities, but there is a high probability that she will not step into troubled waters - Zheng Qing came to this conclusion very clearly in his mind - and at the same time, he did not panic like he did during his freshman year.
In addition to the rich hunting experience of more than a year that allowed him to stay calm at this time, the little green snake living in the ear and the blood rune bullets in the Colt Silver Python also gave him a lot of confidence.
Although it was a bit disgraceful, he remembered clearly that in the Battle of Black Prison, it was not the Monster King of the Four Seas or the giant beast in the starry sky that finally broke the inner city of Black Prison, but the 'order' that he overturned.
At present, this small sandbox world cannot be stronger than the protection of the inner city of Black Prison.
At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and from the loud noise pollution in the sky, he once again captured the melodious song that came from the mist just after breaking into the small world of the sandbox: