Elaine rushed to Downton, pressed his chest, and quickly cast the healing spell.
The white light enveloped Downton's body, making him feel like he was soaking in warm water, and his whole body was filled with a comfortable feeling.
"Are you okay?" Hu Tao and Celes followed closely behind, squatting next to Downton and poking his cheek with their fingers.
"Hurry up and advance to the next level. Celes will come first." Downton asked Homer to give the magic energy extraction potion to the two girls. The Death Banshee was already at the peak of the second level of the war when she was in the Duke's treasury.
"Are you coming?" After hearing Downton's words, the administrator ran over and stopped him quickly, "Absolutely not, you all get out of here."
"There will definitely be no problem this time." Elaine just finished speaking and was stunned. The girl in the cloak in front of her was a death banshee. As long as she was born, she would be a noble among the undead clan. She was born with a strong elemental affinity.
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There is only one magic user among thousands of people, but every death banshee is a magic user. Just looking at the ratio, they even outnumber the elves.
"Look, there is indeed a problem." The administrator kept chattering, but shut up the next second, because Downton threw a stack of golden tickets in his face, "Shut up, and then go outside and wait, regardless of the arena.
No matter how much damage is done, I will compensate you tenfold."
"Okay!" The administrator glanced at the amount on the golden ticket and immediately put on a smile. His attitude could not be more humble. "Sir, you are so generous!"
"Remember, no peeking, no nonsense, otherwise I will have no place to spend my money!" Downton's voice turned cold.
Jackson put the crossbow against the administrator's neck.
"No, I will never peek!" Jackson's green eyes made the administrator's hair stand up, and he was so scared that he quickly made a promise.
"Go!" Downton waved his hand and was helped by the demon servant to sit on the outermost seat of the stand.
Elaine sat next to him, carefully wiping Downton's sweat with a look of hesitation on his face.
"What do you want to say?" Downton took away his sister's hand.
"Brother, how did you get Celes to follow you wholeheartedly?" Elaine touched her forehead in confusion, "A Death Banshee magic consultant? It will definitely be popular if you take him out, but if the Vatican finds out,
It must be big trouble."
Because the death banshees basically live in the deathrattle plane, slave-catching groups cannot enter, resulting in the number of them appearing in the human country. There are fewer than elves, so they are very popular in the slave market, and they are completely priceless.
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Even if Downton gets the paladin license and fends off those priests for Ceres, there are still fanatic believers who have devoted their lives to destroying evil creatures, as well as lustful nobles and greedy slave-catching groups, and they will not give up.
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With Celes's beautiful appearance, she might be able to sell it for more than 100 million gold coins, which would be enough to drive those peepers crazy.
Elaine can imagine her future life. Assassinations and kidnappings are absolutely endless.
"She is just an ordinary girl who is afraid of being alone!" Of course Downton knew that Celes was a time bomb that might explode at any time, but she was already homeless, and this trust would make Downton risk everything.
Protect her with life.
In the arena, Celes began to meditate and climb the levels. The magic energy surged and lifted the cloak on her head. She was suspended in mid-air, with a look of peace of mind on her fair cheeks.
Because she knows that Downton is by her side. No matter what happens, she will protect herself.
"Hey, you won't fall in love with her, right?" Elaine sighed.
"How is that possible? I treat her like a sister!" Downton rubbed Elaine's hair, "Stop thinking about it."
When he said this, Downton thought of Charlotte, and felt a headache. If his sister knew that he had fallen in love with a wolf girl, she would probably be furious.
"I'm just afraid that Celes doesn't regard you as a brother."
Elaine muttered something, and she thought of the way Celes looked at Downton. Compared to her brother, she had been in contact with more peers in school. So she had seen many of those kinds of looks, and it was definitely an expression of ignorance and secret love.
Teenagers and girls secretly look at the people they like.
Jackson saw Downton paying attention to Celes and not paying attention to himself, so he sneaked away.
In an inconspicuous corner, the administrator was leaning against the wall, counting the golden tickets he had received.
"I, Di Polo, actually have 20,000 gold coins. That boy is so generous. Should I take the opportunity to blackmail him again? By the way, this boy doesn't look simple. The news about his promotion status may be sold.
Offer a good price." The manager looked happy, "I've heard for a long time that the top-notch dancers at the Golden Fleece Tavern are very coquettish, and now I can finally go and enjoy them."
"Sorry, I'm afraid your plans have to be put on hold."
A hoarse joke suddenly sounded in his ears. The administrator was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. He subconsciously turned his head, but before he could see who it was, his hair was grabbed and he was slammed into the wall.
boom!
With blood splattering everywhere, the administrator who fainted slipped down like noodles.
"Bah, even the master dared to blackmail me. I really don't want to live anymore." Jackson spat on the administrator's face, took the golden ticket from his hand, counted it, bent down again, and even the money that was originally in his pocket
The money bag was also taken away.
"Only a dozen silver coins? What a poor guy." Jackson kicked the administrator on the head. If Downton hadn't issued a ban on cannibalism, it would have eaten the guy's brain.
"Should we fake it as a suicide scene?"
Although the tone was questioning, Jackson had already dragged one of the administrator's legs to a dark corner. For him, there was no psychological barrier to killing a lot of people.
"The elemental strike is about to begin. As expected of the Death Banshee, the level-up efficiency is terrifying." Downton took out his pocket watch and looked at it. Less than five minutes had passed.
"Magic skills are different from melee combat. There is no need to over-strengthen their weapons." Homer explained, "And Celes' own qualifications are pretty good."
Although there are only two elemental giants, their attack power is much higher than those produced by ordinary magic users when they advance, and they are still very rare dark elemental giants.
The bone spears and corrosive bombs were flying in a dense and chaotic manner, but facing Celes, who had the ability to levitate, they did not even scratch the corner of her skirt.
"Isn't this too easy?" Downton sighed. From this point of view, there is a reason why melee combat is called the engineer profession.
"Counterattack, blow them up!"
Homer roared with hatred, and it had high expectations for Celes, and trained her as a future Dharma Goddess.
"I really want to learn the floating technique. It has great tactical significance." Seeing Celes dancing in the sky like a fish swimming in the sea, her eyes were filled with envy.
In addition to increasing the movement speed and evading blows faster, floating does not cause shortness of breath like running, so it will not affect the chanting of spells, which means that the spell can maintain uninterrupted magic strikes.
"What's so difficult about this? You can learn it now." Homer felt that Elaine underestimated the power of the ancient grimoires. There is also the levitation technique among divine arts.
"I know, but this is a divine spell that can only be learned at the Judgment level. Not only is the spell long, but it also consumes too much magic energy. Even if I can master it, it has no practical value."
Elaine shook her head. Any enemy would not give the opponent a chance to cast spells calmly, and a large amount of magic energy would be consumed, which would be very detrimental to the subsequent battle.
Drink a potion that replenishes magic energy? Draw magic energy from magic stones? Magic users are not fools. At this moment, it is the time for others to use all their firepower to focus on you.
For magicians, how to distribute magic energy, choose what magic or magic under what circumstances to cause the greatest damage to the enemy, as well as treatment, and how to contain the enemy are lessons that need to be understood throughout a lifetime.
Even a scepter-level magic user cannot say that he will not make the slightest mistake in battle.
This is just a single player battle. If you fight in a team, there are more issues to consider.
"Yes, the levitation technique that humans learn is much inferior to that of the Death Banshees, so I suggest you directly learn more powerful magical techniques." Homer taught, "such as sacred wings."
"It's impossible. It's a dragon-slaying magic. It's harder to learn than the floating skill." As a priest, Elaine has of course heard of the sacred wings. After casting, it will form a pair of white wings on the back, although it can't be done.
It can fly as nimbly as a bird, but it is still no problem floating at low altitudes.
Human levitation is not like the death banshee that allows the caster to remain suspended in the air. Instead, it requires constant jumping, but the time of staying in the air is longer. However, the sacred wings can float for up to five minutes.
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Comparing the two, even a fool would know which one has greater practical significance.
"Have you forgotten the God of Cheap?" Downton teased, "Homer, exchange the sacred wings for Elaine, and remember to bargain harder."
"But..." Elaine suddenly became speechless. Her magical skills were all learned with hard work and a lot of time. To be honest, she felt that it was unreal to directly exchange them like this.
"It's settled, the six thousand sacrifices will be paid off within three months," Homer reported.
"So expensive?" Downton remembered that the Holy Whaling Harpoon did not cost so much soul remains.
"The cheap god isn't stupid. You can't always fool people with the broken soul remains of those ghouls?" Homer rolled his eyes, "Besides, even in the dragon-slaying level, sacred wings are very rare and high-level magic.
Well, without good qualifications and hard work, it is impossible to learn.”
"Okay, agree to the deal!" Downton nodded.
Elaine didn't know what to say, so she saw the grimoire open, the pages turning violently under the night wind, and then an arrow composed of holy light shot out.
With an arrow between her eyebrows, Elaine threw her head back, feeling as if she had been hit by a battering ram. Her mind was in a mess, with many extra runes forming into a complicated and lengthy spell.
Elaine stood up, waved the staff she carried with her, and chanted a spell. Ten seconds later, with a bang, a pair of white wings composed of holy light appeared behind her. (To be continued...)