Chapter 2014 Arcane Showdown

Joan smoothed the bulging folds on the cloak, nodded in satisfaction, and walked lightly towards Am Flodie.

The halfling warlock was surrounded by a large group of ghost sailors.

Frodi released "Magic Missiles" frequently, but couldn't stop the ghost sailors from swarming towards him. He was forced to use the magic power contained in the ruby ​​ring in his hand to release the last "Soul Requiem Nova" of the day.

On the beach shrouded in darkness, a ball of silver light suddenly burst out, but there was no sound.

The ghost sailors within 20 feet of the halfling warlock were hit by the "Soul Requiem Nova", and most of them were wiped out in an instant. A few evaded in time and only received half of the damage, but their figures were dim, like candles in the wind.

Frodi looked around, taking advantage of the fact that the Nether Sailor was intimidated by the "Soul Requiem Nova", he didn't dare to approach him for the time being, and hurriedly made a spell-casting gesture, trying to teleport to a safe place.

Just at this time, a wave of magic power suddenly surged from behind him, scaring him to stop casting spells, and he swooped forward with all his strength, rolling on the beach with his head in his hands.

boom! A pale ball of fire exploded where the halfling warlock had been standing.

Frodi glanced back in embarrassment, and couldn't help showing surprise.

He dared to bet his leg hair that it was definitely a "fireball".

But he couldn't figure it out, it wasn't red-hot flames that erupted when the spell was activated, but pale will-o'-the-wisps, and the flow of negative energy blowing towards him made him feel cold all over, shivering, and hurriedly swallowed a bottle of potion. Protects the body from necrotic damage.

The ghost sailors around were also affected by this "Evil Fireball Technique", bathed in a negative energy flow, which was equivalent to obtaining a healing effect, and they all looked energetic.

Seeing that he spent the last shot of "Soul Rescue Nova" and managed to kill the ghost sailor, he was actually sucked up again by this inexplicable negative energy fireball. The halfling warlock was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he stood up leaning on his staff , looking through the pale curtain of flames, staring viciously at the short fat man striding forward.

When the other party approached, Am Flodie carefully looked at that delicate face, and couldn't help showing confusion.

"Little mage, what's your name?"

"Joan."

"That's right, it's you kid... Why did you suddenly gain weight after seeing you for just one day?"

Joan patted his plump belly and raised his head triumphantly: "I won't tell you!"

"Bah! When I peel your skin, I'll see if you still dare to play tricks!"

Frodi recited the mantra viciously, and raised his hand to shoot a dark magic beam at Joan.

In this short three-second casting time, Joan could only recognize that the halfling warlock was casting some kind of enchantment spell. According to the level of magic power invoked, it should be a 5-level spell.

Joan had already mastered more than fifty fifth-level spells, but he hadn't seen this one before. He couldn't help but feel surprised. After he decided to kill Flodi, he took his blood and analyzed the detailed configuration of the spell. For your own use.

The cyan light beam shot at him, Joan's expression remained unchanged, and even the "Topaz Amulet" specially used to resist the effect of enchantment did not activate the defense mode.

As early as on the expedition ship, Joan took the potion soaked in "Tears of God", temporarily gaining immunity to negative spiritual effects below the 5th ring.

The 5th ring "mentally handicapped spell" that Frodi just cast was just within the scope of the potion's immunity.

If the "mentally retarded spell" can take effect, Joan's intelligence attribute will be forcibly weakened to only 1 point, and he will completely lose his ability to think, and he will be walking like a corpse. Of course, it will be impossible to cast spells.

It's a pity that things backfired. The "mentally retarded spell" seemed to fail to penetrate the defense of the young mage's will. Frodi tried his best to restrain his disappointment, took two steps back, and hurriedly made another set of gestures, intending to use the most lethal spell , Breaking down this fat boy into dust.

Qiao An saw that the halfling warlock was performing the 6-ring "dissociation technique", sneered secretly, and still ignored it, crushing the thunderbolt in his hand and shaping a giant silver palm out of thin air.

Accompanied by the crackling sound, a green ray full of destructive energy burst out from Frodi's fingertips and hit Joan's chest straightly. A big hole was opened in the cloak, and a faint smoke came out from it.

Froddy frowned in confusion.

According to the sign of smoke and dust coming out of Joan's chest, it shows that at least part of his body has been dissociated. However, judging from his demeanor, there is no expression of pain on his face. What's the matter?

Under Frody's surprised gaze, Joan lightly brushed off the smoke from his body, and a swarm of buzzing wasps poured out from the hole in the cloak, circling around him like a yellow and black coat.

Thousands of wasps hiding under the cloak rushed out in one go. Joan's swollen body regained his slenderness, and the wisp of smoke and dust that just emerged from his body was just one of the thousands of wasps. One of them blocked the "disintegration technique" for him, and was instantly disintegrated into dust.

Seeing the "swarm cloak" densely surrounding Joan, Frody suddenly realized what happened just now. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined in his dreams that he could use this weird method to crack the "dissociation cloak". technique".

Shock and annoyance, two emotions emerged alternately in his heart, he raised the "Weather Staff" angrily, trying to release "Chain Lightning".

However, Qiao An didn't intend to give him a third chance. He manipulated the "Mage's Thundering Palm" to sweep across, and slapped the halfling warlock away, and the staff fell on the beach.

Joan grabbed the staff with a remote control giant palm, pulled it back in front of him, held it in his hand and appraised it by the way, and found that this staff can be charged with a maximum of 20 rounds, and a total of 7 spells have been infused, sorted from low to high. It is the 1st level "water making", 2nd level "wind making", 3rd level "wind wall", 4th level "controlling water level", 5th level "controlling wind direction", 6th level "chain lightning" and 7th level "manipulation". weather".

These seven spells are all related to "atmosphere" or "water body", no wonder they are called "weather staff".

Nodding in satisfaction, Joan said loudly to himself deliberately: "This staff is not bad, it's mine!"

When Frodi heard what Joan said, he was so angry that he almost went crazy, spat out his bloody teeth, struggled to get up, and wanted to kill this hateful little mage at all costs, and get back the "Weather Staff".

Joan noticed the unresolved resentment in the eyes of the halfling warlock, and he was not polite to him. He pointed the head of his staff at Frodi, and shot a "chain lightning" with his backhand.

The moment the lightning struck, Frodi's body turned into an ethereal spirit body, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.