0p0 Chapter 500 This is the marked target
Chapter 500 This is the marked target
Qina's voice was not loud, but the surrounding temple knights could hear it clearly.
Terry looked up at the sky. As a paladin, he was pretty good at spell identification.
"Ah...fireball, fireball, and more fireball.
Lord Xiuman, if I am lucky enough to survive this time, you must treat me to the most expensive restaurant in Huiyao City."
After saying that, he took another deep look at Nordman, who was busy casting protective spells on the knights around him.
Xiuman is in a bad mood now.
Before setting off, he specifically instructed that the elven god in charge of casting spells needed to release multiple spells on the same target to achieve a lethal dose.
These Knights Templar, I'm afraid...
He clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even notice that his palms were bleeding from his nails.
"Human! Don't be stunned!
Find a way to save them!"
Nordman's voice seemed a little unclear. Xuman knew that it was not the other party's fault, but that he himself was a little emotionally confused at the moment.
Xiuman felt as if his soul was about to leave his body.
He raised his hand mechanically. The sorcerer knew many attack and restriction spells, but he was not good at defensive spells.
But at this moment, a loud shout brought his soul back into his body.
"Paladin of the Temple of Tyr! Charge the enemy!
If we are destined not to survive, we must open a retreat route for the Priest and Master Xiuman!"
Xiuman turned around quickly.
But before he could make a move to stop him, Terry, dressed as a noble knight, rushed past him with a sword in hand.
Then, the second, the third...
"Stop! Stop! There's still a chance!"
Nordman chased after the knights, trying to grab their arms.
But how could the noble lady from the royal capital, who was used to a life of luxury, keep up with these knights who had been training in martial arts for a long time?
At this time, the cavalrymen surrounding them finally drew their weapons and engaged in battle with these eager paladins.
Nordman was already insane at this moment.
She shouted at the knights with all her might, and after just a few words her voice became hoarser than Qina's.
"Human... do something..."
At this time, the noble lady had completely lost her former indifference.
She couldn't stop the group of knights, so she had to hold on to Xiuman's clothes tightly.
"Do something...anything...these knights have turned their backs on Tyre...
Once they die, they will be greeted with eternal torment..."
But it's too late to do anything now.
Violent explosions sounded continuously all around, and almost every paladin was hit by four or five fireballs.
The orange-red flames illuminated the camp as if it were daytime.
Xiuman saw Knight Terry, who was two years younger than him, throwing aside the sword in his hand and grabbing the centurion of the opposing cavalry tightly.
The fireball came crashing down and hit the ground hard, enveloping his figure as well as several surrounding cavalrymen.
Looking at the temple paladin who was ready to die, Qina waved her hands vigorously beside him.
"Exquisite! It's absolutely exquisite!"
The thin woman stared straight into Xiuman's eyes.
Unlike her sister who had a breakdown, she saw a look of anger in the eyes of the young city lord.
“Two hundred paladins were able to perish together with a thousand cavalrymen.
What an amazing damage ratio.
This is an incredible achievement on any battlefield!
Right, Master Heuman?"
The magical flame burning on Xiuman's body shook several times.
Seeing that her pressure had worked, Qina took another step forward, her forehead almost touching Xiuman's chest.
"How is it, Lord City Lord?
Aren't you going to attack me yet?
Ah——you don’t have to worry about my sister, the relationship between me and Miss Nordman is…very bad——”
The flames of demonic energy rose up again, and Xiuman could no longer bear the anger in his chest.
"Command: shock!"
The surging magic energy poured out and flowed directly into Qina's body.
The effect of this eight-ring arcane spell is extremely powerful. Even the dark elves, who are naturally highly resistant to magic, will be shocked and become puppets that can be slaughtered at will.
But it's not over yet.
Sorcerers rely on magical energy to cast spells, without the need for chanting incantations, and at an extremely fast speed.
But the price is that the types of spells available are very limited.
Xiuman had already been promoted to a high level. At this moment, an extremely dangerous spell spread out from his fingertips.
Seventh-ring arcane [Finger of Death].
The most powerful single-target death spell, bar none.
Even if the recipient passes the Willpower test, he will still suffer great damage.
But when Xiuman finished casting these two magic spells and was about to activate another high-level spell, he was surprised to find that Qina in front of him was smiling at him as if nothing had happened.
His body didn't even shake.
"Are you surprised, Lord Xiuman?"
The thin woman put her hand on Xiuman's chest, and then Xiuman's body flew backwards as if hit by a battering ram.
The firelight around the camp shone on Qina's body, making her cheeks full of dancing shadows, which looked a little weird.
“Becoming a titled knight means dedicating my soul and body completely to the gods on earth.
And the power that the gods have bestowed upon me is far beyond your imagination..."
She opened her arms, closed her eyes, and looked up to the sky, as if enjoying the glory brought to her by her god.
"That idiot Leon is immune to spells, Keon can reflect spells, and I..."
Qina stretched out her hand again and pushed Xiuman, who stood up and was about to cast a spell, to the ground again.
This time, Xiuman flew a longer distance close to the ground.
“And I… can consume magic!
Your clumsy spells will only make me stronger!"
Xiuman struggled to stand up again.
He felt a burning pain in his back, probably because the friction just now had torn his clothes.
In addition to my back, I have lost feeling in my hips and my ribs hurt terribly.
This woman's power is simply too great.
Even facing the Seventh Knight, Xiuman would not feel so powerless.
However, the mayor of Huiyao City does not intend to give up just like that.
He picked up a long sword from the ground, stuck it on the ground, and limped towards Qina.
Shuman believes that he has never been a person who is swayed by emotions.
But today, he forgot everything called rationality that came from the Huiyao family and from his sorcerer education.
He knew what it felt like.
Ivan even came up with a weird new adjective for this feeling.
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