Gret sat staggeringly on the deer's back. He had a bitter face and took things out of his pocket:

"【Space and Space Barrier】The pendant you gave... put on. Elemental patience is useless when it is useless, and it is very useful when it is useful..."

"[Song of Deep Blue] The bracelet you gave me... put on. Tsk, it's so big and heavy, I can't even lift my arms... But [Water Wall Technique] is really useful..."

"【Philosopher's Rose】The tie clip you gave me... put on. If you don't have a tie, don't care. Just grab it anywhere. Resist the mental impact. This is a powerful weapon!"

"Would you like to release the skeletons given by the Immortal? Let's release them. O'Nejin is also very good at fighting. If it really doesn't work, you can still block it..."

Really, this place is already in the rear, why are there still enemies invading? Ask him to go and support! What are the fleets in front and blockade lines for food...

He can't fight...

Although, Gret also knew that as a level 8 mage, he should be one of the strongest combat forces in the nearby area.

Even if Serera does not become a dragon and participates in the battle, he, Bernard and Apa cooperate with each other and defeat a five-man team of the same level. If you face a relatively low-level and large-scale opponent, you can even drive a big fireball and bombard it indiscriminately...

Of course, the premise of all this is to ensure that you survive. And whether to survive—

After two months of training by old Morgan and the special training of combat mages sent by the council, Gret understood deeply:

People like him, even if they start practicing overnight, cannot practice combat intuition. That is not a matter of one or two days. It takes a long time to practice in the wild, in the city, and on the battlefield.

Some people get it out, while others die directly.

Finally, the advice given by old Morgan and the combat mage were to follow the usual path of the mage. They hung a full body of shields, and then hung seven or eight trigger spells. When they encountered danger, they hid and hid behind the warriors before attacking.

Don't show off your skills, don't show off your skills. The kind of teleportation that can rush to the center of the enemy to open the ice ring, and then rush back to the teleportation after opening, it is really not suitable for you...

So Gret decided to listen to people's advice to have a full meal. After putting on all the magic props that he could wear, he began to brush defensive spells layer by layer.

Slap the shield on yourself, slap the shield on Bernard, slap the shield on Apa, and slap the two shields on Sarira. O'Pin the Golden?

Forget it, O'Nejin, the shields he knows are either useless or have some counterproductive effects on O'Nejin.

Stone Skin Technique, enhance resistance, ray deflection, reverse arrows, repel shields, shining shields, advanced mage armor...

Well, after training during this period, there are only a variety of shield techniques, and I have practiced them too well. Shields below level 3 and below level 3 can basically be instantly fired, with a level 4 defensive spell, and the casting time does not exceed three seconds.

Anyway, he has strong mental power and sufficient wallet - it means sufficient materials, so it's no problem to brush a few more shields. Well, the sense of security +1, +1, +1... So many shields are brushed out, it should be able to withstand the first wave?

"The goal is prepared."

In the jungle above the mountain road, three actors from the Glorious Holy See were lying behind the big tree, staring at the figure coming without blinking. The bishop no longer turned the rosary, but lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was locking the four directions with his mental power;

The archer had already removed the stick-like thing, put the bowstring on it, and put it on the arrow. At this moment, he was listening to the movements below, but he did not dare to look directly with his eyes;

Only the warrior bowed slightly, took off the heavy sword and held it in his hand, and his teeth clattered. After nearly an hour of searching, they finally confirmed that something had happened to their two teammates-

Clothing fragments, blood, explosive battle traces. Although I don’t know why they left or why they suddenly exploded, it is obvious that these two combat powers are no longer useful, and the enemy may have been alarmed...

"I just knew that the thief was unreliable... the thief was unreliable, and that thief was unreliable, either. In short, only the people from the Holy See are reliable..."

The warrior mumbled in a low voice. The archer pursed his lips tightly, restraining himself from making noises. The bishop didn't sound, and finally checked the blessing spells on everyone's body and whispered:

"When the mage walks through the turn below, take action immediately."

"yes!"

"yes!"

A gentle response was heard. The forest was quiet, with only the gentle sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and even the breathing was suppressed to the lowest point. Everyone took their eyes away and glanced at the team below with their eyes:

The barbarian warrior was covered in steel armor, with bone sticks in his hand looking around, and strides through the curve;

The mage rode on the back of the deer, his shoulders were tightly stretched, and he held a small piece of things in his hand;

The elf beauty rode a snow-white unicorn, walking lightly behind the mage, looking around. The longbow on her back seemed like a decoration, and there was no intention of taking it off at all.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"【Law and Deterrence】!"

The bishop suddenly opened his eyes wide and pointed down. An invisible magic technique shot out from his hand and headed straight to Gret on the deer's back. Without waiting for the confirmation effect, the second magic technique was followed:

"【God's Punishment】!"

Gret on the deer's back had suddenly raised his head. The two shields were broken at the same time, [Endless Ink Pen] lit up, [Philosopher's Rose] The tie clip sent by you was stuck on the skin of your chest, and it became hot instantly... There was an enemy!

It's a mental attack!

"I've reacted? It's not slow."

On the rocks in the distance, Master Philbi, who was watching from afar, smiled and nodded.

Whether it is based on magical equipment or others are not using attack magic tricks, and are only busy controlling them, they can react after the opponent's first strike and barely pass the qualification...

Well, next, it depends on his combat quality.

Gret slapped the Silver Moon Deer and immediately launched the teleportation technique. However, the speed of escape was a little slower than the enemy's attack. The white light as thick as a bowl was hit in the air!

The ray is skewed and broken!

Repel the shield to break!

The Huiyao shield is broken!

The armor of the advanced mage is broken!

The level 6 magical punishment technique was used in the hands of the senior bishop of the Glorious Holy See, simple and fickle. It looked like a white light, but the magic shield of four levels and four levels were continuously penetrated like paper!

However, these shields are not all... [Endless Ink Pen] lit up slightly, [Master Armor] bounced up and broke; [Strength Field Shield] triggered; [Water Wall Technique] triggered...

The protective magic weapon from the hands of the legendary wizard is indeed extraordinary. Both are level 4 spells, [Strength Field Shield] withstood a breath under the divine punishment technique, and then it was silently pierced; [Water Wall Technique] had already filled up and held it for two more breaths.

And during these three breaths, a string sounded, accompanied by the shadow of arrows that seemed to surpass the sound, heading straight to Gret:

"Zheng!"

The first long arrow of the archer left the string. The warrior held the heavy sword tightly, stepped on the ground, and rushed out bravely.

However, everything was too late. Three breaths, it was enough for Cerra to react and jumped up angrily:

"roar--"

The huge adult dragon clan shining with silver light appeared on the mountain road, and his head was filled with a breath of dragon breath.

The arrows advanced, pushed forward, and then were wrapped layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer of frost. When they hit the silver dragon, they had become a long stick.

The silver dragon scales slightly concave downwards and rebounded. Seri pulled them without moving, without any injury.

The soldier stopped urgently, and it was too late. He clicked his feet and wrapped a thick layer of frost. He paused his feet hard, broke away from the ice, and turned around and ran away:

Hell, Silver Dragon!

Where did the silver dragon come from?

This battle cannot be fought!

"It's pretty good. Being able to hold on to the top of the little silver dragon is also a victory." In the distance, Master Philbi nodded with a smile:

"Little Gret, let's see you next. Don't capsize in the stinky ditch~~~"

Gret: "…"

Gret said nothing, jumped off the Silver Moon Deer, and then filled himself with defensive spells. Then, he squatted on the spot and shrank himself into a ball:

Serira, just fight when you fight, don’t step on me!

Fortunately, the Silver Dragon was a little rational when he was furious. Serira flapped her wings and rose slightly, hanging at a low altitude of about five meters. The slender dragon's neck turned left and right, following the direction where the smell was most concentrated, and another bite of dragon breath was added.

The bishop's face turned pale. I don't know if it was frozen, angry, or fear:

He himself is only level 12, the warrior in front is level 13, the archer in level 12 - and the silver dragon in front of him is already an adult dragon, and he is definitely level 15 up!

Why does such a dragon appear here?

Whoever is responsible for inquiring about information and who is responsible for summarizing the information should be cut into pieces! He should be wailing in the Lord's holy flame forever, and wailing until the end of the world!

The white light was destroyed around him, and the sacred shield was layer by layer, shattering layer by layer in the extremely cold dragon breath. The bishop gritted his teeth, grabbed the rosary on his wrist, and pulled it hard:

The silk threads that penetrated the rosary were suddenly broken. However, these rosary beads did not fall to the ground, but were suspended and surrounded him into three circles. The lights between the rosary beads intertwined to form a mysterious magic array, which actually blocked the dragon's breath outside:

"Come back! Go!"

He shouted loudly. This rosary was passed down to him by his teacher, a cardinal of level 15, and was blessed by him for many years of prayer. In a short period of time, it is not a problem to block the Silver Dragon's attack-

The warrior and archer turned their heads and fled. Three steps, two steps, one step, and it was about to crash into the range of the magic array. Behind him, there was a sound of broken branches and broken wood, and the silver dragon's huge front paws had already grabbed:

"when!"

The warrior had no choice but to turn around, swing his sword, and take a hard stroke. Under the huge recoil force, he vomited blood on the spot and threw it backwards. Seven or eight beads were pressed by his body, and they were obliquely leaving the formation range.

As the divine art formation began to shake dimly, the bishop narrowed his eyes, took out a crown from his arms, and put it on his head viciously. The thorns under the crown pierced his skin on the spot, blood was left behind, and white flames ignited on the top of the crown-

"Serilla! Raise! Spell Attack!"

A shout was heard on the mountain road. The silver dragon thrust his wings and rose again, leaving the top of the treetops. At the same time, a vine emerged from the ground, swaying, climbing, and crawling down his trousers and into the underside of the bishop's lace.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The white flame suddenly went out, and the bishop bowed into a shrimp, covering his hands between his legs, his eyes protruding desperately. Gret knelt on the ground with one knee, pressing the ground with one hand, and between the fingers of the other hand, two test tubes had been clamped:

"【Fire·Explosion】!"

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