,

"At that time, the enemy rushed towards us from the opposite side... We saw it, we really saw it!"

"Nonsense! What you saw was an illusion!"

Archbishop Joyce was furious. Six hundred people went out, and a few scattered remnants of the defeated soldiers came back. A group fell into the pit first, and were strangled from the sides and rear by various strange beasts. Finally, they reorganized their formation and killed those strange beasts.

Killed seven to seven hundred and eighty-eight...

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

From all directions, really from all directions, fireballs were shot from eight directions with strictly controlled angles... The eight fireballs, at the same time, arrived at the same distance from the center point, and then exploded!

The eight super fireballs interacted with each other, and their power squeezed each other... At that moment, in the center of the explosion, the transparent, twisted flames violently tore everything apart!

"At that time, the captain was giving instructions... He activated the Holy Power Armor, and two pairs of wings of light even appeared behind him. He wanted to rush out... He was rushed by the light flames and was gone! His whole body was instantly gone.

!”

The archbishop frowned. The leader of the Holy Knights of the Consolation Cathedral was one level lower than him. He was also a level 14 master... Level 14, instigating holy power, was torn apart by eight fireballs with one shot?

What level of spell is such a big fireball? Is the third-level fireball spell not enough? The fourth-level pyrotechnic? Or, could it be the fifth-level advanced pyrotechnic?

That requires a level 9 mage to cast it... Eight directions, at the same time, eight level 9 mages... In that case, the level 10 magician who leads them might not be enough?

Coupled with powerful illusions, maybe there are magicians above level 11 on the opposite side?

Eight level 9s, more than one level 10, and maybe level 11. How many people came from the Magic Council opposite?!

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!" He murmured, not knowing whether he was scolding the clergy of Ostend City or the navy patrolling the Hall Strait:

"So many magicians came here without knowing anything beforehand! They are all deaf! Blind!"

Although he also knew that the people in Ostend could not be blamed, nor could the navy be blamed. As long as the clergy of Ostend had a little bit of skill, they would not have the cathedral bombed; as for the navy?

…

"Those sea beggars in the Netherlands are so annoying! They don't fight you, they're just like flies, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing!"

With so many fishing boats swimming around in the strait, and a few magicians crossing over, it was really hard to prevent them. But now, what he needs to consider is:

Eight level 9s, several level 10s, maybe level 11s, and people from across the strait may fly over at any time... Can six cathedrals with such power be defeated?

After all, the previous radiant holy sword had consumed half of the holy power stored in the church. The holy vessels enshrined in the church also need to be recharged slowly, and the second shot cannot be fired in a short time...

In the Star Castle, a group of magicians cheered for joy. Eight fifth-level mages and eight wine glasses collided with each other, and the sparkling soda water in the wine glasses splashed everywhere:

"Honor our [Plague Lord]!"

"Honor the Plague Lord!"

"His big fireball technique is really useful!"

"That's right, two bonuses push it directly to the top of the fourth ring, almost to the fifth ring!"

"The timing of spell casting is also very important! With eight five rings, calculate the time and distance and release them together, the effect will be outstanding!"

"Thanks to Archmage Sam for coming up with the idea! Thanks to the Thunder Tower Spirit for his calculations!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Before they finished speaking, the soda water rose up in the eight wine glasses, and then poured it all over their heads and faces. Then, the hands of eight mages appeared at the same time, and on the foreheads of the mages, they made a crisp "bang bang" sound.

…

"Ouch!"

"We were wrong!"

"We dare not say it anymore..."

The archmage who led the team walked over expressionlessly. The five young mages looked at me, and I looked at you, and they started talking with their necks shrunk:

"It's all your fault! What can't you mention? Let's mention the Plague Lord!"

"Isn't that what everyone says?"

"That's what Black Crow Swamp says! Thunderhorn hates this nickname the most, don't you know?!"

"But, it's really interesting..."

Chirping, chirping. The archmage leading the team had his eyes twitching, and it was hard to go back for the second round:

If you want to discuss this kind of thing, can you wait until I go further?! Do you know that I have a detection spell on me at all times!

The real "Lord of the Plague" is running around the mage tower in a miserable state, being beaten by... by old Morgan. Why does he want to come back! Ah, it's so good for him to observe the isolation point in front, why does he want to come back?

!

Ever since they were ambushed by people from the Holy See outside the isolation point, and they had been fighting each other, the senior sister and the teacher didn't know why, but they felt that Gretel's actual combat ability... might be something that could be saved. So, they gave him

He issued a mission...

A dozen a day!

A dozen a week!

A small dozen every day, carried out by old Morgan, carrying a wooden sword, driving Gretel from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and then from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, running all over the mountain. It mainly trains Gretel's escape ability and instantaneous attacks in battle.

Spell power;

One fight every week, by Archmage Baierbo, Archmage Philby, Archmage Carlisle... In short, a group of senior brothers and sisters, whoever is free will do it. It mainly trains Gretel's ability to adapt to the masters. If he can't beat,

Also find a way to escape!

Gretel, who has advanced to level 8 mage and has experienced less than 5 real battles in the process, is a complete novice:

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"It hurts! Old Morgan, please be gentle!"

Since the scoliosis was cured, this 14th-level old knight has been walking on the battlefield again, completely rejuvenated. He does not use high-end power, only carrying a basic wooden sword, staring at Gray

special:

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Bah bang bang!"

"The armor is replenished too slowly!"

"High-level warriors, using power superposition to hit a point multiple times quickly will cause the armor to collapse! You cannot use ordinary standards to estimate it, you must make up for it in time!"

"Don't pay attention to your feet! Let go and nature will tell you everything! You are a natural pastor, so you must pay attention to the resonance with nature at all times! You did better yesterday than last time! You must work harder today!"

Gretel: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

If you want me to resonate with nature, then don’t hit me! It hurts! I lose concentration when it hurts, and it pops up!

"Attack! Attack! Don't be afraid! I'm a level 14 warrior. Your quick little spells can't hurt me!"

Gretel: "...Would you like a different monster?"

It’s not that I don’t believe you. The power of my enhanced fireball, enhanced pyrotechnic, and potassium ion increasing techniques is beyond my comprehension!

Under Gretel's pleading, Old Morgan had a disbelieving look in his eyes and asked someone to release a magic pig. Before opening the cage, he warned Gretel in every possible way:

"If you can land on your feet, don't take off! If you can face the monster, don't turn your back! Keep a weapon in your hand at all times, it is your final protection! If it doesn't work, you can still stab the monster in the mouth!"

Gretel nodded and accepted the instruction. As usual, he was equipped with all kinds of defenses. As soon as the cage was opened, the demon pig scratched the ground with its hooves, breathed out, and rushed towards him. Gretel calmed down and began to release the fireball technique.

"boom!"

Earth and rocks were flying, and black smoke was curling up. Gretel stood there with a satisfied smile, feeling that this demon pig must be dead:

Although it's not an enhanced version of Fireball, it should be enough to hit a third-level magic pig with a third-level spell, right?

"Boom boom boom boom!"

In the black smoke and sand, the big wild boar buried its head, its half-broken tusks hitting the ground, its forehead and back were covered with scars, and it rushed straight towards it.

Gretel's smile froze on his face. How resistant is this thing?!

He belatedly remembered that among all kinds of monsters, the Demonic Pig was not the one with the highest attack power. It had thick skin and thick flesh, but it was the most vulnerable.

Not to mention anything else, the layer of sandstone armor on his body is absolutely top-notch in terms of fire resistance, water resistance, and resistance to various physical statistics.

So, how many more times do we have to do?

Gretel hesitated for half a second before casting a spider web spell, and then a vine entanglement. He wanted to cast another attack spell, but unexpectedly the head and shoulders were as high as his chest. It was conservatively estimated that a large wild boar weighing one ton would completely ignore the spider web spell.
To be continued...