Chapter 1050 Invitation to Fight & Not to Fight

Under the watchful eyes of many family wizards, the small potion bottle was seen to draw an arc, and shattered on the ground in the poisonous mist with a crash.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a burst of explosive expansion like an open flame falling into the dust, the strange fluid-like flame spread directly and quickly in the poisonous mist.

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw that the poisonous mist in front of them completely turned into a large sea of ​​bright blue flames. The extremely dazzling light made people unable to resist raising their hands to cover their eyes.

What is puzzling is that those flames seem to be burning violently, and any space with poisonous mist will inevitably be engulfed by them. But wherever the flames passed, the grass, the bushes, and even the grasshoppers were all alive and kicking as before.

Seeing the sea of ​​flames burning rapidly towards the other side of the poisonous mist, all the wizards couldn't help but look at each other—what kind of flame is it that only works against the poisonous mist?

"Is this the magic flame that the Patriarch specially made for this kind of poisonous mist? We just saw the Patriarch and the flame flying dragon flying over together..." One of the older family wizards couldn't help but wondered, "Really? As expected of the Patriarch, he was able to develop a method to restrain this poisonous mist in such a short period of time... But, what kind of flame is this?"

As he spoke, he wanted to get closer, but was immediately stopped by another wizard.

"Don't go there," the young man hurriedly said, "I know this kind of medicine bottle that releases magic flames. I have seen it in the black market in the British wizarding world before-this kind of magic flames can only use magic power as fuel, and the adhesion is very strong. It's very strong, don't touch it casually!"

The family wizards behind them couldn't help discussing the Fiery Flask, and the short-haired witch could actually understand everyone's feelings. After all, they have been studying the spreading poisonous fog here for a long time before, but they still can't find any way to crack it.

However, now is not the time to discuss such matters.

"The owner just said that this is the Fiery Flask, the work of Mr. McLean.

She briefly explained it first, and then continued, "Okay, don't talk about it now!" We'll go back to the castle right now - Mr. Aginbad, the president of the federation, is setting up defenses there, so we'd better go there too. "

When the wizards of other families heard the words, they felt a little puzzled.

"Then... what about the Patriarch? Shouldn't we help the Patriarch deal with that basilisk?"

"The Patriarch doesn't need help," the short-haired witch waved her hand resolutely, "On the contrary... Although I don't know why the Patriarch came here in person, he must hope that we can go back to protect the lady rather than let us stay and help. Safety!"

It is well known in the family that Mr. Blois cares about Willy. When everyone heard this, they immediately understood what the short-haired witch thought.

Not long after, the family wizards of Castle Blois immediately responded in unison:

"Yes! Keep Miss safe!"

...

"Ok?"

Just as those family wizards all apparated away from the foothills and turned back to the castle, Mr. Blois, who was waiting on the other side of the poisonous fog, turned his head slightly and glanced at it.

And immediately, he seemed to be somewhat relieved to show a subtle smile.

These family wizards of the Bulova family, in fact, only a small half of them have the real surname Blois.

There is no way, even the number one wizard family in France with the inheritance of ancient wizards, it is impossible to select such a large number of powerful wizards based on their own members alone.

However, even those wizards with foreign surnames who have been hired for a long time are also quite loyal to the entire Bulova family. This is a major achievement of him as the head of the family.

"It seems that choosing Louise as the consul general was the right choice."

If you want to say whether Nababajid Akinbad is trustworthy, judging from the various decisions of the other party up to the present and the close relationship with Maca, the answer is naturally yes.

But for Mr. Blois, who puts his daughter's safety more important than his own life, no matter how much he trusts him, he will not let him leave the castle easily.

The reason why he came to the border of Monaco in person this time was actually a decision he made after weighing the pros and cons many times.

And when it comes to the objects he "measures"... one of them is naturally the president of the federation, Akinbad, and the other is the ancient wizard Hai Erbo.

Looking at the bright blue flames extending rapidly from a distance, until now, most of the entire poisonous fog has turned into raging flames. Even because the burning was too intense, part of it had completely dissipated.

Blois seemed to feel that the time was almost up, so Dang even said:

"Mr. Haierbo, don't you plan to come out and see him?"

With the help of the sound-enhancing spell, Bulova's voice spread far away, echoing among the foothills. But after a while, he didn't get any response.

"Aren't you ready to come out?" Thinking about it again, Blois immediately warned, "If you don't show up again, this basilisk can only stop here!"

Having said that, he didn't wait any longer, and suddenly waved his hand.

"Absorb the flames!"

This is not a spell, but an order from Bulova.

The moment after he issued the instruction, a huge change suddenly occurred in the still burning blue flame.

I saw a huge flame vortex suddenly formed from the middle of the sea of ​​fire, and pulled the surrounding bright blue flames in at an extremely fast speed, sucking them into the center of the fire vortex.

Just over ten seconds later, the orange-red flame dragon brought by Bulova at first has turned into a bubbling blue.

And right in front of the flying dragon, the basilisk, which was originally majestic, looked quite embarrassed because the flames of the Lihuo bottle continued to burn.

With this long and the other disappearing, the latter must be more ominous than good.

"If you would rather lose a basilisk and continue to hide, then I will not be polite."

Thinking to himself like this, Bulova suddenly waved his hand back again, and saw the flying dragon burning with blue flames rushing towards the basilisk. When it bypassed the snake's snout and bit the basilisk's body, accompanied by the sound of burning, the latter seemed to be unable to bear the pain and violently rolled over.

It's a pity that, as a pure flame polymer centered on the summoner's will, one of the characteristics of the flame flying dragon is that it is not afraid of hand-to-hand combat. If the master's spiritual power is strong enough, repeated repairs and rebirths are not a problem at all.

In ancient times, wizards with mediocre bloodlines relied on the two major research systems of summoning and rule magic to stand out in the battle against many powerful magical creature races.

Leaving aside the difficulty of rules and runes, just seeing that most of the best modern wizards are proficient in transfiguration, we can know the far-reaching influence of ancient summoning. Even though it has been lost in most wizarding groups, the basic theory of summoning has been handed down through the changes of the times.

And just as the flame flying dragon was biting the body of the basilisk, leaving deep scorching marks on its body with strong resistance to magic, a figure finally appeared silently in front of the two fighting... next to those.

"Crackling——"

Suddenly, the ground beside the flame flying dragon raised its two arms, and then stretched upwards, firmly grasping its neck.

Although the blue flame on Feilong's body was constantly burning the palm made of earth and rocks, and he tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free from it.

At the next moment, those two giant hands made a sudden force, which actually forcibly tore off the flame flying dragon's neck.

"I guessed you must be there."

Blois did not show any surprise at this.

Seeing him raise his hand, the remnant body of the flame flying dragon immediately turned into flames, streaked across the air, and gathered around him again.

"It's not hard to guess, is it?"

The figure that appeared next to the basilisk was undoubtedly Hai Erbo.

But he didn't look at Mr. Blois, but first glanced at the basilisk beside him. It can be seen that there is already a terrible scar on the body of the basilisk at this moment, but because of the high temperature, there is not even a trace of blood.

The wound... and even a section of the spine in the depths were all scorched.

"To be honest, I don't know if I should be happy or should I be annoyed?"

Hai Erbo seemed to be talking to himself, without looking back:

"I thought it would be the young man surnamed McClain who came here, but I didn't expect... There are still several wizards who have inherited the spirit summoning technique in this era, which is really surprising."

When Blois heard this, he just smiled.

Although the magic inherited from ancient times is indeed amazingly powerful, in fact, modern spells are not necessarily weak.

There are always peaks and troughs in the changes of the times. Only those who have seen this clearly will understand that future spells will not be without the possibility of surpassing ancient magic.

Back then, the famous wizard Merlin saw this possibility.

Of course, it may be too early to talk about these things in this period of magic low tide.

Blois directly ignored the second half of Haierbo's sentence, but continued his first half:

"Actually, I also think that it might be McClain who comes...Of course, the premise is that I don't come over."

Hearing what he said, Hai Erbo turned around and looked at him from afar.

"In other words, you plan to replace McClain to fight me? But it's a pity, although I don't mind discussing the mysteries of summoning with you, but..."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Bloward knew immediately that he had miscalculated Haierbo's thoughts. Seeing him waving his hand, he wanted to command the flame flying dragon to stop him, but he still couldn't catch up with the opponent who decided to leave.

I only felt a sudden fluctuation in the space, and Hai Erbo disappeared in place together with the injured basilisk.

"...Let's wait for the next time!"

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