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Chapter 17 Long Grass

The white cloak seemed to melt into the emerald mist he created, and the emerald mist also expanded rapidly as if he had taken a stimulant. In just the blink of an eye, the emerald mist spread to the extent that it completely enveloped the seawater created by Pascal.

, and Pascal failed to respond effectively. He tried to control the seawater formed by his magic power to break out, but unfortunately, this emerald mist was as difficult to deal with as the tarsal maggots. No matter how Pascal manipulated the seawater to break out,

, were all tied up.

Perhaps it cannot be said to be trapped, but no matter which direction Pascal manipulates the seawater to break out at any angle, the emerald mist can immediately re-wrap Pascal's seawater, and the emerald mist does not prevent the seawater from flowing.

In all actions, he can only make targeted changes immediately.

This is the first time Pascal has encountered a Holy Spirit-level war, the first time Pascal has set foot on the Holy Spirit battlefield, and it is also the first time Pascal has encountered such a difficult enemy. This white cloak is nothing like the murlocs Pascal has annihilated before.

Likewise, when he faced fish-man pirates, he could always kill them with ease. Now, although his strength level was a lot higher than that of White Cloak, it seemed that White Cloak was the hunter.

After Pascal "struggled" for a while, he found with some frustration that he could not get rid of the entanglement of the Emerald Mist, and the Emerald Mist did not have any means of launching any decent attacks. It seemed that it was just to wrap Pascal up. The white cloak had obvious combat experience.

In order to enrich and correct him, he must also know the strength level of Pascal's high-ranking Holy Spirit, but he still formed a "surround but not kill" posture towards Pascal, seemingly just to humiliate him.

This is normal. The great arcanists and elves always look down on each other. Just like Aragund and Urals, even if they hate each other, they will never allow their attendants and vassals to verbally insult each other. This

This is also the reason why nothing happened after Adrian gave Pompeo a blow in the mouth, but neither the high-ranking elven nobles nor the great arcanists have ever treated their attendants and vassals in a similar way.

Even though the two sides were allies at the time, they looked more like enemies.

The Grand Arcanists must go through a long period of pain to gain the ability to cast arcane spells, so they are jealous of the high-ranking elves who are born with Möbius strips, and the Grand Arcanists have more knowledge because they have more knowledge.

He also always laughs at the high-ranking elven nobles who are just incompetent playboys who rely on blood.

Of course, White Cloak knew that he could not kill Pascal, but he still risked the theoretical risk of being killed by dragging Pascal to open the Holy Spirit battlefield. After the first attack did not work, he still chose to fight.

Going down, facing the strength level of Pascal's high-level Holy Spirit, Pascal is already invincible. He may lose, but he will definitely not die.

Seeing that he could not escape from the emerald mist, Pascal simply gave up the idea of ​​letting the sea water break out. He simply shrank the sea water into the shape of a ball, placed himself in the center of the sea water, and at the same time spread his consciousness to

Go into every corner of the seawater ball to ensure that you have effective defense against attacks from all angles. It also ensures that whenever White Cloak wants to enter the seawater ball to attack itself, it can quickly respond.

The two sides were in a stalemate at this moment. In fact, they now have the ability to leave the Holy Spirit battlefield. It was just a matter of consciousness. However, both sides tacitly understood that they did not leave the battlefield. The White Cloak was because his city was destroyed by Pascal. In addition,

There has been a feud between the two sides for thousands of years, so he wanted to insult Pascal a little longer. As for Pascal, his father was still watching him on another warship. He could go out after defeat, but he would never

If you are willing, take the initiative to leave the battlefield and go back.

Time passed minute by minute, one hour, two hours, three hours, five hours, ten hours. The situation between the two sides did not change at all. The blue sea water ball enveloped Pascal, and the emerald mist

Wrapped in a ball of blue sea water, Pascal was actually not just on guard against attacks from the white cloak during these ten hours. He believed that he was a high-ranking Holy Spirit after all, and it would be too embarrassing to be forced by a Holy Spirit to defend himself.

So during these ten hours, Pascal had actually been thinking about ways to defeat the enemy. He kept asking himself what he should do, what would his father do if it was Bai Bijubin, and what would his father do if it were Adrian,

What would his teacher do? After thinking about it, Pascal still thought that his teacher's fighting style was more suitable for him, such as talking loudly.

So Aska carefully organized the words to use his words in his mind, and then put a sarcastic smile on his face. He completely brought himself into the way Adrian used his words that he had seen countless times.

Imitating Adrian's tone, he mocked wantonly:

"In the final analysis, your Excellency the Great Arcanist, I am willing to admit that you won this battle. After all, it is unfair to you. To be able to reach this level must be the result of your efforts that have exhausted your life.

Well, in this aspect, you are indeed better than me. You have rich combat experience. Unlike me, my strength

Levels are obtained automatically. I rarely fight with my own hands, but thank you for teaching me how to work hard. After I go back this time, I will definitely spend half an hour every day training arcana and accumulating combat experience.

, To be honest, I kind of admire you now. You look ugly, but you don’t give up on yourself..."

Facts have proved that Pascal is still not half as good as Adrian in terms of rhetoric. If it were Adrian, the white cloak would be taken out by Adrian now, from the teacher's ancestors to the students and children.

After cleaning it up, Pascal just stupidly used the fact that the opponent didn't show his face to attack.

This level of trash talk was certainly not enough to shake the mood of a Holy Spirit Grand Arcanist, so the white cloak ignored Pascal's taunts as if he hadn't heard it, and Pascal didn't seem to want to give up. He continued to use Adrian's

He said in a mocking tone: "I also understand your inferiority complex of not wanting to speak. In addition to being jealous of the natural beauty of the upper elf, you seem to have no regard for your own voice.

Confidence, with all due respect, your voice is a bit too neutral. If you don’t listen carefully, you can’t tell the gender. Moreover, your voice is a bit deliberate and seems to cover up the original timbre. But I can still understand you. After all, I heard that in

Palameo has a very perverted method of changing gender, which is said to involve losing a certain body structure. You won't be... Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you."

The Emerald Mist and the White Cloak still didn't react at all, and seemed to be completely immune to Pascal's verbal attacks. But Pascal still didn't want to give up. He blinked to relieve the fatigue and sore eyes caused by high tension, and continued to mind his own business.

He said calmly: "You don't have to feel inferior. After all, in a place with a reputation like Palameo and no order at all, I know it has always been difficult for you to get respect. But please rest assured, as an elf from Grensen Tower, a place of order,

, I will definitely not look down on you. After all, even in Grensen Tower, there are castrates. Although they are all disgusting sinners, and I really don’t look down on you at all, but as an opponent who defeated me

, I give it to you..."

"Do all elves cast spells with their mouths? Casting spells by calling the true name of the spell seems to be abandoned after entering the legend. How did your strength level come from..." It seems that Pascal is really angry.

, a somewhat angry voice came from the white cloak, but this played into Pascal's hands. He immediately spoke up and said: "My strength level comes from the excellent blood inheritance of my parents, coupled with the careful teaching and generous gifts of my teacher, that is

That’s how it came about, so I guess it must be very tiring to compensate you like this, with your ugly face facing the eyes of the world, your body broken but still not giving up on yourself, you are really..."

Pascal started to chatter again. His words were not sharp enough, and he did not hit the mark, but at least he learned the main characteristics of Adrian's large amount of food. The small talk was really annoying, so Bai Bai

Cloak interrupted with an unbearable anger: "You'd better shut up and get out of the Holy Spirit battlefield, elf, or I will definitely make grass grow on your head..."


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