Chapter 397 Mythical Missile

There is no doubt that the closer he was to the Nisisi Fortress, the safer Joan's situation would be, but he also brought the red-haired warlock, the scourge, to his door.

Even if Diego Antonioni can't catch up with him, he can at least investigate the strength and garrison of the Alfheim border guards by the way, and even have spare power to throw fireballs to bomb the barracks and even the granary, causing destruction and chaos. Provide convenience for the follow-up offensive.

In this way, wouldn't I be a "leading party" for the enemy who brought his own dry food?

Could there be anything more embarrassing than this?

The more Joan thought about it, the more depressed he was. He was hesitating whether to turn the flight direction and lead the red-haired warlock away from his own barracks. He happened to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure on the watchtower at the top of the fortress. It seemed to be Roger Tyndall. , chatting with two sentries who were also on duty with magic crystal rifles on their backs.

With a thought, Joan got an idea, folded his wings and swooped towards the sentry tower, trying to attract Roger's attention.

Roger was in charge of leading the night watch tonight, and the two sentries who stood guard with him were carefully selected gunners from the Knights, belonging to the Lancer squadron led by him.

"Roger Squadron" is nominally a company-level organization, but in fact there are only thirty people in total.

There is no way, the magic crystal gun is very expensive equipment, and the entire corps can only make up 30 guns in total. Roger's gun was brought from home by himself.

At this time, the night was dark, and Roger was chatting and farting with two subordinates on the watchtower, when suddenly a gust of wind hit his face, and when he looked up, two figures, one black and one red, crossed the sky and were approaching at high speed in his direction.

Illuminated by the bright moonlight, Roger recognized that the one flying ahead was Joan who had transformed into a hawk, but the red figure behind him was very strange.

As a close buddy who played with Joan since he was a child, Roger soon realized that something was wrong!

Under normal circumstances, there was no need for Joan to fly so fast over his barracks, and kept circling the fortress, as if trying to get rid of the red figure that was chasing him.

"Bah!" Roger hurriedly spit out the tobacco he was chewing, and hurriedly grabbed the shotgun, "Guys, be careful, trouble is coming!"

Under the signal of Roger, the companion on duty immediately sounded the alarm.

Roger raised his gun and shot into the sky.

Since the identity of the red figure could not be confirmed yet, his first shot was relatively conservative, deliberately avoiding the opponent's vital points, and the meaning of intimidation was greater than killing.

The bullets whizzed by, and Diego Antonioni was taken aback. He didn't care to chase after Joan, and hurriedly made a spell-casting gesture.

Joan was exhausted from flying at this time, and finally got a chance to breathe, folded his wings and landed on the sentry tower, leaned down and shouted at Roger and others:

"You're still hesitating! Shoot! Shoot that red-haired bastard hard!"

"Uh...that red-haired man, what kind of immoral thing did he do to make our mage so angry?"

Roger was teasing with his mouth, but his hands were not slow at all.

His shotgun has been modified so that it can shoot continuously. He raised his hand and fired three consecutive shots at the red figure hovering in the night sky.

The other two gunmen on the sentry tower also picked up the magic crystal gun, aimed at Diego Antonioni and opened fire.

It's a pity that Roger's shooting was two seconds late. The red-haired warlock had already completed the process of casting the spell, and a billowing thick fog spread out from his body, enveloping him in an instant.

The bullets that lost their targets were fired into the dense fog in the night sky one after another. Roger and his companions had no way of knowing whether they hit the enemy, nor could they see the figure covered by the dense fog. The next round of shooting was pure chaos. Shooting birds is all about luck.

Joan stood on the roof of the towering tower and looked up at the night sky. He saw that Diego Antonioni had just cast the 1st ring "Hiding Mist", so he chanted the spell and released the "Wind Breeze" to the dense fog area where he was lurking.

"Súré!"

The strong airflow created by the magic turned into a gust of wind and blew into the night sky, dispelling the dense fog in an instant.

Antonioni lost the cover of fog and was again exposed to the guns of Roger and others, attracting a burst of intensive shooting.

Antonioni stood suspended in the air, with fluttering red clothes, a sneer on his face, and he did not dodge or dodge when facing the magic crystal gun.

The roaring lead bullets were bounced off by the magic shield covering his body one after another.

When he escaped into the clouds just now, he blessed himself with "Shield Technique" and "Mage Armor", and also drank a bottle of "Anti-Bolt Barrier" potion, so that he was fully protected, and he was not afraid of bullets at all.

Calmly chanting the spellcasting incantation, the scorching magic power quickly gathered towards his palm, gradually forming a fireball full of violent and destructive power.

In just three seconds, Antonioni was able to complete the preparations for the third-level "Fireball" spell, and smashed the sentry tower below, together with the officers and soldiers of Alfheim living in it, to pieces!

"We must not let him release the fireball!"

Gritting his teeth, Joan quickly invoked a "mythical power" and converted it into a 1st-level spell slot, which was used to launch a special spell.

The fireball held in Antonioni's palm is rapidly expanding, and the radiated heat is also soaring in a straight line. Even Roger and the others in the sentry tower can feel the hot wind blowing in front of them, and they can't help but be terrified.

At the moment when the terrifying fireball was about to fly out of Antonioni's hands, Joan completed the preparations for casting the spell first, waved out two missiles, and shot into the night sky with a purple arc.

When Antonioni saw Joan's actions, the corners of his lips curled up in a contemptuous arc.

He could see that the little mage planned to use the "Magic Missile" to interrupt his casting process. The idea was good, but unfortunately the other party didn't seem to notice that he had blessed the "Shield Technique".

Any arcane spellcaster with a little actual combat experience should know that the "Magic Missile" absolutely cannot penetrate the "Shield Spell"!

Two purple missiles approached quickly and bombarded Antonioni's magic shield almost simultaneously.

So far, everything was within his expectations, but what happened next refreshed his cognition.

The two missiles were not blocked by the shield, but tore the shield with ease, and hit his chest firmly!

As if he had received two heavy punches in the face, Antonio Niton felt his eyes go black, and the sharp pain in his chest made him feel suffocated.

Barely restraining the urge to vomit blood on the spot, Antonioni realized in horror that the ball of fire in his hand was out of control!

The threat posed by the backlash of the "fireball technique" is far more deadly than being hit by two "magic missiles"!

Antonioni's expression changed with fright, he hurriedly waved his hand and threw the out-of-control fireball, turned his head and flew into the distance.

The fireball exploded in the air the moment it was out of Antonioni's grasp.

The roar woke up the people in the barracks. They got up and looked up at the night sky one after another. They were all startled when they saw the violent explosion of fireballs.