"Fireball, where does a low-level mage come from!"
The fireball as big as a basin roared towards him, but the necromancer didn't care at all.
Magic is not based on size. As the lowest level of fire magic, fireball is still fireball even if it is as big as a basin.
Lifting the staff lightly, the necromancer didn't even look at it. He waved his hand and turned the condensed spell into a sharp arrow and shot it out. In his mind, the fireball technique that could be used by a first-level mage was no match for his second-level magic.
The rotten bone-turning magic arrow must be...
"Damn, what's going on?" Before I could think of anything else, the fireball technique collided with the rotten bone magic arrow.
Contrary to what the necromancer thought, the moment the two magics collided, the rotten bone magic arrow was smashed into pieces, turning into dots of starlight and disappearing into thin air. The fireball the size of a washbasin only shrank to the size of the handicap, but still continued unabated.
It smashed down.
At this time, the necromancer was dumbfounded and felt that there was no magic at all.
If the first-turn spell Fireball is matched against the second-turn spell Rotten Bone Demonic Arrow, even a mage apprentice knows that the fireball spell will definitely be scattered.
But now, the result of the collision is exactly the opposite, the fireball technique actually has the upper hand.
What is going on? A question mark flashed over the Necromancer's head. Did he learn a fake spell?
...boom...
The necromancer was stunned, but the fireball spell was not.
With a roar, the fireball smashed into the undead army, just like the roaring Getyusha rocket launcher smashing into the German charge front, a red mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
The heat wave of the explosion blew away sand and rocks, and the skeleton soldiers were the first to bear the brunt.
No one was counting how many skeletons were killed at this time, but looking at the phalanx that had lost a third of it, it was definitely not a small number.
"Who used the fireball technique? What kind of mage is he who hides his head and shows his tail?"
The Necromancer was so furious that he had already forgotten who was hiding in the skeleton phalanx a minute ago.
Angry, the necromancer was just angry. Looking at a large number of dead cuties, the soul fire in his eyes was shaking crazily.
"No matter who you are, I must..."
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Before the necromancer could finish speaking, fireballs were thrown down one after another as if they were free of charge.
The necromancer was horrified and shook his magic staff crazily. Defense magic was layered on top of him. It was too late to say harsh words.
There was a roar and the earth shook again and again.
After three fireballs, the huge phalanx of skeletons disappeared, leaving only a skeleton mage in ragged clothes holding a staff high.
"Quack, quack..." The ragged skeleton mage, with will-o'-the-wisps flashing in his eyes, said with a hoarse smile: "What can this little fireball do to me? I want..."
"Bite him to death, Tibbers!" Following a clear child's voice, a huge grizzly bear appeared behind the skeleton mage.
This grizzly bear is ten meters tall, with faintly visible eyes that are blood red, and sharp fangs exposed at the corners of its mouth.
The Skeleton Mage's laughter stopped suddenly, and when he looked back slightly, he saw a bloody mouth.
"No!"
"Click..."
In everyone's sight, they only saw the grizzly bear hiding in the shadows, eating the skeleton mage in one bite.
In reality, it was Anne who was grabbing Tibbs and shaking it hard, shouting: "Spit it out, spit it out quickly."
Tibbers the bear covered his mouth, his cheeks moved rapidly, and he was swallowing hard.
The mercenaries all stepped back and looked at Annie and Tibbers one by one, as if they were seeing the gods of creation.
After three seconds, I don’t know whether it was because the shaking was too strong, or because the Skeleton Mage simply didn’t taste good.
Tibbers opened his mouth and spat forward, spitting out two unchewed finger bones with a silver-white ring on them.
Silence, the whole scene was silent, it could be called silence, only the interaction between Annie and Tibbs was left.
A petite, cute and adorable little girl.
Act coquettishly, play tricks, and be a cute little bear.
On another occasion, everyone would have smiled knowingly, but when you think about the scene that just happened, it was terrifying.
"The bad guy has been beaten to death by Annie. Isn't Annie very powerful?"
"Awesome, awesome, Annie is the best."
Facing Anne's question, the mercenaries nodded quickly, fearing that they would be eaten by Tibbers if they were too late.
"Really?" Annie's eyes were filled with confusion. The bad guy had obviously been beaten to death, but why were everyone still looking shocked and scared?
I tilted my head and thought for a while, but couldn't find the answer.
Annie struggled to lift Tibbers, not thinking about this nerve-wracking problem, and said to herself: "It would be great if my brother were here. If Annie is so good now, my brother will definitely praise me."
"Annie."
"elder brother!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her ears, and Annie was slightly startled.
He subconsciously looked up and saw two black dragons falling from the sky, falling to the ground and turning into two figures.
"Brother, it's really my brother!" Tibbs let go of his grip and fell to the ground, letting out a grieved whine.
Annie couldn't care less about her little bear. Her face immediately changed to grievance and she ran up crying: "Brother, you are finally back. Annie misses you so much."
"Be good!" Wu Ming opened his arms, hugged Annie directly, and spun around twice.
I haven't seen her for more than two months. Annie seems to have grown taller and also gained a lot of weight.
Reaching out to wipe away the tears on his sister's face, Wu Ming kissed her cheek hard twice and said with a smile: "Annie, did you listen to your mother when your brother was away?"
"Yes, Annie is very good and can beat up bad guys." With her hands around Wu Ming's neck, Annie quickly stopped her tears and said slyly: "Brother, there was a very powerful bad guy just now.
The mountain is so high, Anne was beaten to death in just a few blows."
The little girl looked proud, almost telling me to come and praise me.
Wu Ming had a smile on his face, holding his sister with one hand, tapping the little girl's nose with the other, and praised: "Annie is so awesome. My brother just saw it in the sky. The bad guy is really as big as a mountain."
The idea of exaggerating the results of the victory was actually discovered by her brother. Anne's face turned a little red with embarrassment, and she said coquettishly: "It's annoying, it's just as big as a mountain."
"Okay, okay, it's just as big as a mountain." Wu Ming certainly didn't take it seriously, saying that he didn't hate necromancers, so how could it be as big as a mountain?
The younger sister has to be coaxed, and only the stupid older brother will stand up to him and treat his younger sister and younger brother equally.
He smiled and didn't refute, and kissed her hard twice more.
The smile on Annie's face became even sweeter, and she felt as if she had eaten honey. She said happily: "Brother, now that Annie is very powerful, can you let me and Tibbers protect you from now on?"
"Okay..." Wu Ming agreed immediately, but before he could say the second sentence, the golden finger's reminder sounded in his ears.
"Didi: Annie's request to form a team has been approved, and you have a new team member to join."
Teammate:Annie
Race: human
Professional level: Level 7 Fire Witch.
Status: Happy "Negative Resistance Increased"
Friendship level: 90
Evaluation: If you have a girl who can bend straight branches, don’t wait until you don’t have a girl.