I had no choice but to send out a city-wide broadcast to look for the wind magician.
Sure enough, someone still answered, and the young man here in Zhui Feng City said cheerfully: "Brother Lin San, I saw your broadcast as soon as I arrived in Silver Moon City! It just so happens that I have an elder who majors in wind magic, and is very powerful.
Very strong!”
"Really?" I was ecstatic, "Where is he? Is he alive? Hurry up and ask him to come to Silver Moon City to help!"
The young man said calmly: "Already lined up at the teleportation array! Will be there soon!"
I wiped it and queued up. I immediately asked Luo Shen to help me clear out the people in the teleportation array. I made sure that guy teleported to me first. "By the way, what's his name?"
"Ren Xiaofeng!" the young man said cheerfully, "You may have read his novels! I heard he is a writer! He writes novels in 17k!"
I couldn't help but be stunned, why is this name so familiar?
Suddenly I remembered Miss Ren...
She hasn't appeared for a long time. Although she is also in the fortress now, but...
Since Chuangshi was annexed by Dawn, she has seemed very low-key and her mood seems a bit depressed. She is no longer as high-spirited as before to compete with Mu Xue.
I couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "Didn't you say that you went to a French castle to write "Flowers Are Not Flowers, Mist Is Not Mist"?"
"That's Grandma Qiong Yao..." the young man said speechlessly.
Soon, Ren Xiaofeng was picked up by Luoshen, and without saying a word, he dragged the writer directly to the wall of Iserlohn Fortress with a queen-like domineering attitude, and then asked: "Are you going to throw him down?"
Ren Xiaofeng was so frightened that her legs trembled: "Sister, are you kidding me? This is twenty or thirty meters high. I'm afraid of heights..."
I nodded lightly and said, "Well, throw it away!"
Luo Shen said coldly: "The situation is critical, I'm offended!" He really kicked Ren Xiaofeng's butt very rudely, and kicked him off the tower!
The young man here told me that this guy may be the only wind and thunder mage in the country who majors in the wind system, and his level is not low. He can fly with the wind, so there is no need to worry about him falling to death from this height!
After Ren Xiaofeng fell from the tower more than 20 meters high, he screamed desperately and danced around...
But the strange thing is that when he fell four or five meters above the ground, his speed actually slowed down, and finally he stood on tiptoes safely under the city of Iserlohn.
Ren Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay!"
While I was struggling with Ziyun Xianjun, I shouted: "Brother, stop pretending! Come over and help!"
Ren Xiaofeng looked calm and curled his lips and said: "Take a breath..."
I don’t have time to wait for him to catch his breath. I still don’t know where this Purple Cloud Immortal Lord came from. This purple cloud is like a bottomless pit. Anyone who touches it will be sucked in and die!
While I was dodging, several more players were sucked in and died.
At this time, I faintly felt a cool wind blowing from the Iserlohn Valley...
Ren Xiaofeng closed his eyes extremely seriously and muttered various obscure sentences inexplicably. Anyway, it was completely unclear what he was calling!
According to legend, wind-based magic skills are more difficult to mobilize. It is the elemental power of the wind elves. As for magic spells, only advanced mages will learn those tricky and weird vocalizations in order to shorten the chanting time.
Most players choose the one-click release operation mode, that is, after clicking on a skill, they wait for the long progress bar to be read, and then release the magic.
But one characteristic of wind magic is that the progress bar is extremely long, and the guidance time required is much longer than that of simple and crude thunder magic, and it is also an auxiliary magic when it is released... How can you let players treat you?
There is love!
In fact, the magic spells in "The World" are far from being as beautiful as in the novel: "Darker than dusk, redder than blood...", but rather like pigs barking, dogs barking, sheep barking... in short, various
A mixture of animal sounds...
Therefore, Ren Xiaofeng is simply a weirdo. Not only does he specialize in wind magic, he also studies and recites those obscure spells...
I vaguely felt the cool breeze blowing from behind. It was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Moreover, this wind actually had a soothing power, as if it was gently stroking your skin.
The face comforts the injured wounds and calms the restless soul...
It makes people feel unprecedented...
Sleepy!
I couldn't help but shudder and squeezed myself forcibly, and then I became more awake.
But at this time, I was surprised to find that in the Japanese army opposite us, some players looked peaceful and sleepy with their eyelids drooped, and the weapons in their hands fell unknowingly without even noticing.
At that moment I was stunned: This... this is going against the heavens!
One person can hypnotize an entire army. What kind of rhythm is this?
It turns out that the pervert is not me, nor Qianguisha, but the plain-looking Ren Xiaofeng in front of me.
I guess, he is the most perverted.
Today I have finally seen what it means that there are people outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains. These guys are all so perverted that they are desperate for their lives...
I took a closer look and found that, except for a few masters with strong self-control, most of the players on the battlefield were in a sleepy and exhausted state, with their combat effectiveness seriously lost.
Qian Guisha obviously also noticed this situation, frowned in extreme depression, and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
Ren Xiaofeng is still behind us, concentrating on reciting words that I may never understand in my life. This has been going on for quite a long time...
I nervously switched out the Dark Dragon Sword and prepared myself for defense.
As expected, Qianguisha couldn't sit still anymore, and he made a hand seal while Ziyun Xianjun seemed to be driven, and a cloud of mist floated decisively towards me.
I shouted hurriedly: "The wind is not strong enough!"
Obviously, Ziyun Xianjun's magic power is extremely powerful. Otherwise, if it were pure clouds and mist, it could be easily blown away by any breeze. However, this purple mist condenses and does not disperse, which shows that there is magic power.
The inside cannot be blown away by ordinary wind.
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that the wind blowing from behind me seemed to be stronger. Not only that, even the sky became gloomy, with dark clouds gathering from all directions, and the surrounding area was filled with the atmosphere of the night before the storm.
A heavy feeling of depression.
Immortal Ziyun's figure stagnated for a moment, and he could clearly feel the influence of the wind.
But at this time, I discovered that countless small purple snakes suddenly emerged from the purple clouds, forming a very terrifying formation and swimming towards us...
