Two brothers, McGarrett and Mirodil, appeared behind Mihailovich. The former had a very serious expression on his face and whispered to Mihailovich quietly: "Grandpa! This man's marksmanship is as good as a god, it's no small matter.
He once went north with his army alone to challenge Minos, the king of the north. When you fight him, don't underestimate the enemy and underestimate this old guy!"
Mihailovich nodded and responded with a cold expression: "I think I have heard someone mention the name Caesar, the God of Spearmanship. Unfortunately, I travel around the world and have never had the opportunity to learn it in person. Tonight
If you want to eliminate Damian Blackso's cronies and successfully take over the Yellowstone Fort Legion, you must first operate on this person before you can succeed."
The plan was decided, Mihailovich ordered McGarrett and Milodil to lead the troops first, while he himself jumped off the horse and walked carelessly towards Caesar, the god of spearmanship, pretending to be superior and not taking the opponent seriously.
The proud demeanor in my eyes.
"Your apprentice was indeed injured by me!" Mihailovich squeezed out a smile and said with an almost shameless sarcasm: "Who dares to offend our Tracy family, Damian Hesso, this kid has no eyesight?
What about the interests?”
Caesar, the god of spearmanship, had no time to pay attention to the city defense cavalry rushing past on both sides. He devoted all his energy to Mihailovich, frowned and continued to ask: "You are a senior expert - take action against a junior.
Don’t you think it’s a loss of status for me, junior? Is my apprentice alive or dead now? I hope you can maintain your master’s demeanor and give me a more honest and accurate answer.”
Mihailovich laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard and replied: "There is no one around here, so it's okay for me to tell the whole truth! Damian Hesso is dead or alive at the moment. In fact, I
I don’t know! That day, I promised my granddaughter not to hurt him, so I broke his arms, blinded his eyes, and dumped him under the cliff. Tonight, several days have passed. According to my estimation,
He should have died in the underworld and been buried in the mouth of wild beasts."
After hearing this, Caesar, the god of spearmanship, was furious. He was old and childless, and he was alone with only two apprentices, Hesso and Bennett. Among them, the one he loved most was his new apprentice Hesso.
, so when he heard that Mihailovich used such cruel methods to trap Heisuo, he immediately became furious and launched a fierce attack with a gun at all costs.
Mihailovich was cunning and thoughtful. He had already recited the summoning spell silently in his heart and was ready to fight. At this moment, he saw the shadow of the opponent's gun and was coming menacingly. He quickly retreated while laughing and disrupting the opponent's mind and said
: "I see you are also a Templar-level grandmaster, why are you stubborn? Protecting Damian Blackso, who has become a waste and whose life and death are unknown? Why don't you change your mind, join our Tracy family, and take charge of power with me?
, to become a respected clan elder together?”
Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, snorted coldly and accelerated his attack. He knew that Mihailovich's position was very important and he was the actual leader of the contemporary Tracy family. Therefore, only by killing the opponent first could he stabilize the situation, reverse the decline, and create a better future for those behind him.
The Yellowstone Fort Army gained a glimmer of hope. Thinking about this, Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, was no longer willing to waste time. He stopped, flicked his wrist, and quickly changed his moves based on the previous offensive situation, using the weapon for which he became famous.
One of his unique skills is "Explosive Gun".
"Good marksmanship!" Mihailovich shouted with great appreciation. Facing the fierce marksmanship that was stronger and more difficult to resist than the first round of attack, he calmly waved his arms and summoned out of thin air.
The three-headed hellhound that Heisuo had seen once.
"Hoo ho ho!" Three balls of golden hellfire erupted into the three big mouths of the three-headed hellhounds. These three balls of flame not only successfully defused the "explosive spear" of Caesar, the god of spearmanship, but also defended it.
In order to attack, the figure of Caesar, the god of spearmanship, was forced back dozens of meters away.
"So you are a temple-level summoner!" Caesar, the god of spear skills, frowned and realized that the opponent in front of him was very difficult. The fire of his life was about to be extinguished, and the elemental power in his body began to slowly drain away.
It's not that difficult to kill a temple-level summoner who is as powerful as yourself in a short period of time!
"What's the matter? Now you know that you are not my opponent?" Mihailovich grinned triumphantly. After summoning the three hellhounds, he thought he was sure to win, and there was nothing to worry about.
thing.
Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, snorted coldly, then laughed angrily and said: "What's so great about a six-level demon pet with three heads of hellhound? I look down on those of you who are opportunistic and coerce other creatures to help you fight! Summoner
You and your demon pet have a spiritual connection and a soul connection. Killing it is equivalent to killing you - I will chop off these three dog heads in front of you tonight to let you know what true meaning is.
A strong man from the human race at the temple level!”
After saying this, Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, was shrouded in a red halo. He gathered all his elemental power, hoping to defeat the opponent in the shortest time and in the fastest way. After all, he knows his own affairs. If
If it drags on and falls into a protracted battle, his own body may not be able to support it at any time. At that time, there is no need for Michalovich to take action himself. He himself will exhaust his energy and die first.
"What do you want to do? Do you want to give up your life and die with me?" The well-informed Mihailovich is indeed a master. In terms of martial arts, he may not be able to compare with Caesar, the god of spearmanship, but in terms of vision, he has his own
His uniqueness is that he can see through the opponent's combat intentions at a glance.
Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, had his eyes gleaming. He pointed the fine iron spear forward, locked the three-headed hellhound in front of him firmly, and said sternly: "Too much nonsense! Tonight's battle is not like this.
Let’s compete in martial arts, and you and I will fight each other with our hands until we die!” As soon as he finished speaking, the fine iron spear in his hand turned into an exploding fire dragon shining with red light. This fire dragon was several feet tall, with teeth and claws, and reality.
The giant dragons in the world were exactly the same, roaring straight towards the three-headed hellhound opposite.
"Hehe! I'm not afraid of your trapped beast fight!" Mihailovich sneered after seeing this, and commanded his demon pet to step forward bravely without giving in. The three big heads of the three-headed hellhound swung from side to side,
Three balls of hell flames burning all things were ejected first, and then they leaped into the sky, biting together with the exploding fire dragon flying down from the sky.
