Chapter 279: Trap, special maddening skills, swinging fireballs
As the dwarf roared, a large area of floating sand appeared in the arena like a wave. At the same time, there were vortexes of sand trapped in it, but they disappeared quickly. And it seemed that after precise calculation, the sudden appearance of the quicksand area
Not only did it completely cover the angle where the Romulo Knights were, they also laid out a large back line behind Guderian, as if they were deliberately lengthening the depth to prevent the Wolf Knights from trying to break through.
"Ha, you better run around and see where you are!"
Standing up again, the dwarf laughed arrogantly at Rodit. With the gift of "Quicksand Technique", the originally deserted arena immediately changed from a smooth path to a dangerous path, and there was no longer room for free movement and maneuvering.
Although the Romulo knight on the opposite side did not know what the magic spell summoned by the dwarf was, he knew that something was not good when he saw vague sand shadows emerging from the ground around him, especially those fleeting sand vortices.
It gave Rodit a sense of danger. As a veteran Wolfgang who had fought in the hurricane wasteland for many years, he certainly knew the horror of the quicksand trap. Even if he had a beast as his rider, it would be difficult to escape once he fell into it.
"Well, this is Earth Moradin's innate spell. It can cover such a wide area and has considerable tactical value... He is indeed Moradin's 'loved son'."
Off the field, seeing Guderian "showing weakness" and successfully deceiving Rodit into a narrow corner and setting up a quicksand field to restrict the opponent's mobility, Mitamoya not only did not show any anxiety, but his eyes showed
appreciate.
However, Ronnie's expression on the side was cold, as if he was angry at Rodit's carelessness and underestimation of the enemy.
"Hey, kid, don't say I won't give you a chance. Now you have two choices, one is to jump off the field wagging your tail, or the other is to be turned into rice and thrown out by me. You choose one!"
After holding it back for a long time, Guderian finally had the opportunity to avenge the attack he had just committed. And the relatively "mellow" and "wagging tail" lethality was even worse than that of a werewolf.
"Asshole! Arrogant!"
Sure enough, Rodit felt like his lungs were about to explode when he heard such humiliation! Although the werewolf is an orc, he has extremely strong self-esteem and will never tolerate anyone comparing him to a dog that "wags its tail to beg for mercy".
In a rage, Rodit summoned the beast to kiss the warg. He ignored the threat of the quicksand field and charged straight towards the dwarf.
"Idiot!" Ronnie couldn't help shouting angrily when he saw that his general was easily fooled by the opponent.
"Alas, the greatest sorrow of Crow Lord is not that the country is remote and the resources are poor, but that the warriors of the continent have difficulty in controlling them." On the other side, Clausewitz, who was watching the battle, sighed deeply at almost the same time.
road.
As the old werewolf said, in the first, second and third Punic wars, Krolod always had a greater strategic advantage in the early stages of the war. The strongest point of the army even reached the foot of Standwell City, a distance of
The annihilation of Erathia is only one step away. But what is frustrating is that often when the war enters the middle game, the violent, bloodthirsty, and hard-to-calm racial shortcomings of the Behemoth warriors will be eliminated by the battlefield environment and the enemy's countless strategies.
Magnified. Just like the Romulo knight on the field at this moment, he knew that the opponent had set a trap, but after a few simple curses, he couldn't bear the blood boiling in his chest and charged recklessly. The consequences were naturally not good. Some
At that time, Clausewitz really couldn't help but think. If the Behemoth soldiers could possess the strict tactical discipline of humans, it wouldn't take more than ten years for Krulod to dominate the Pancontinent again.
However, Rodit naturally had no idea what Ronnie and Clausewitz were thinking. At this moment, there was only one target in his bloodshot eyes, and that was Guderian's head!
But it is a pity that anger can increase the infinite fighting spirit of Behemoth warriors, but it can also put them into trouble.
It only rushed out more than ten meters. When the warg's paw pads stepped down silently again, the seemingly solid ground where it landed suddenly collapsed and turned into a vortex of fine sand. At this time, the warg again
He tried to use up his strength to escape but was unable to do so. Amid a furious wolf howl, the Romulo knight was trapped in a sand pit formed by magical power, unable to move any further.
"Hehe. Still not convinced!?"
Seeing that the other party finally said "fuck", the dwarf immediately burst out laughing with satisfaction. Earth Moradin's talent "Quicksand Technique" is not easy to obtain, even if the Behemoth Berserker of the same level was trapped, for a moment
Don't even think about climbing out for a while.
"Small, I asked you to make a good choice just now. But you didn't listen. Now your butt is stuck in the sand, and you can't even wag your tail, right? Haha!" Seeing Rodit struggling in the quicksand in disgrace, the dwarf burst into laughter.
He took the flower and continued: "Hey, don't say that I, Uncle Guderian, won't give you a chance. Well, it doesn't matter if your tail can't wag anymore, you can stick out your tongue for me, haha, I'll take you to eat later.
Meat!"
When it comes to choosing the first place in Olympus, Guderian considers himself second, and absolutely no one dares to claim the first place. It was too much to let a werewolf wag his tail just now, and now asking people to stick out their tongues to "flattery" is even more
It's outrageous.
Sure enough, when he heard the dwarf was humiliated again, Rodit felt that if he didn't do something, he would burst with anger. Immediately, he could no longer care about breaking out of the sand pit, and the Romulo knight roared and sat down.
The beast warg wolf then opened its giant kiss, and at the same time a miniature storm gathered and howled in the wolf's mouth.
The next moment, a sharp howl was heard from the beast kiss, and a wing-like wind blade flew out of its mouth, shooting straight towards the dwarf with a terrifying howl that cut the air.
"I'm sorry! Let's fire a cold arrow!"
Unexpectedly, the Romulo Knights could also use this kind of "spell-like" long-range attack, and Guderian was immediately stunned.
God knows, Behemoth warriors are recognized as "magic insulators" in the mainland. Apart from "madness", they have never heard of other racial skills. But I didn't expect to encounter a warg that can spit out "air spells" today. It can be called
magic.
"This is the Romulo Warg's madness technique - 'Compressed Air Blade', which violently squeezes the air in the wolf's snout to create a sharp air blade to kill the enemy." Clausewitz quickly introduced.
"I see, it's not a magic-like technique, but a special mad transformation technique." Moriarty nodded.
However, Guderian on the field didn't care whether the wind blade was a spell or something else. Caught off guard, the dwarf was knocked backwards by the speeding air blade. If it weren't for the "Loyal Dwarf" suit's solid defense,
It's reliable, I'm afraid Guderian has already seen blood. But before the dwarf could get up from the ground, the second wind blade arrived again, hitting his big buttocks squarely, almost killing Guderian.
Report directly.
"You ma! How dare you do this dirty trick!" He finally dodged the third wind blade by rolling on the ground, and the dwarf yelled loudly before he could stand up.
"Idiot, go to hell!"
As if he didn't want to pay attention to Guderian at all, Rodit just drank fiercely, and the fourth air blade in the beast kiss and wolf kiss flew out again. Even though he was still trapped in the sand vortex, as Wolfgang's ace
Romulo Knights are still capable of destroying their enemies to pieces.
"Playing against each other!? I'm not afraid!"
Seeing that the wind blade was about to hit again, Guderian no longer had time to curse, he turned the hammer head and slammed it forward. Immediately, the twelve Gog magic crystals embedded in the hammer lighted up. Then, a ball the size of a fist appeared.
A fireball shot out from the hammer head of the Super Rock Gut and flew straight towards the incoming air blade.
"boom!"
The next second, the small fireball and the wind blade hit each other, and immediately exploded at the same time, scattering into a fierce and chaotic air current and flames.
"Magic storage weapon?"
Seeing the dwarf suddenly swinging out a small fireball, the werewolf grand duke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again.
"I heard that Moriarty is an alchemist with outstanding skills and has a considerable reputation even in Brakada. As his follower, it is not surprising at all that the dwarf has such excellent magic equipment."
Ronnie said coldly, half envious and half disdainful.
"A good sword is Wolfgang's third arm. Unfortunately, we Krorod don't have any talent in arms manufacturing or alchemy. Even those swords made of ordinary materials need to go through the black market of Erathia and Braka.
To reach the entrance. Otherwise, the strength of the United Kingdom can at least reach a higher level." Ignoring his son's unexplainable little thoughts, Duke Midamoah sighed directly.
"Father, since this Moriarty has such good skills, shouldn't we...?"
Finally, the knight of the Summer Palace couldn't help but suggest, and at the same time made a secret gesture of drawing a sword with his right hand. Even if he can't completely take the opponent as his own, just take advantage of today's opportunity to detain him and ask for magic props or alchemical weapons in exchange.
, it is also a rare and good opportunity for Wolfgang.
"Don't be blinded by greed or jealousy. I'm here as a guest. Do you want to bring Wolfgang's reputation into disgrace?" The Werewolf Grand Duke gave Ronnie an unceremonious look, and the latter immediately felt extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, another explosion suddenly came from the arena. The Summer Palace Knight hurriedly turned around and saw another small fireball exploding in the air, colliding with the air blade ejected by Romulomon.
"How many spells are stored in that hammer!?" Ronnie couldn't help frowning again.
And as if to answer the Summer Palace Knight's wishes, Guderian was also confident when he saw two consecutive small fireballs successfully intercepting the opponent's air blade. He immediately kept doing nothing, swinging three mallets in a row as fiercely as hitting rice cakes. Immediately, another
Three small fireballs came out like a fish, lined up in a row, and shot toward the "fixed target" Rodit.
Faced with such an "inhumane" spell bombardment, no matter how ferocious Romulomon is, he still can't treat the spitting wind blade as a spitting, free spray. Finally, after barely blocking the first two, the third shot
The small fireball hit the Romulo Knight directly, causing an explosion immediately.
As if he hadn't had enough of it yet, Guderian actually waved the Super Rock Guild again.
As a result, a complete version of the second-level fireball technique suddenly appeared in the "much anticipated", and then turned into a stream of fire, hitting Rodit and his beast parent, the warg, who had just been seriously injured.
