Chapter 1157 Big Gamble

"Cold Cold Light" is a special morning-level spell solidified on the Morning Star Magic Tower. Because it is supported by the magic booster and the energy share of the element pool, even a morning-level spell is enough to activate it. The astonishing power of nearly half of the morning star ultimate move erupted in an instant.

I saw that at this moment, all the places strafed by the ice-blue light beams instantly turned into a land of freezing ice and snow, and the extremely fast-frozen solid air and the laws of nature even suddenly formed in the dead and silent Hatak Field. A majestic mountain range soaring into the sky.

But it is a pity that such a simple attack is obviously impossible to harm the Morningstar mage "Dead Wenfengdeng" who is capable of using "teleportation" proficiently, so even if there is a disagreement on the frozen ground, the surrounding area of ​​​​the Morningstar Magic Tower The soil within a range of nearly 100,000 square kilometers has all turned into extremely cold permafrost with sparkling ice crystals, but Walkway, who suddenly appeared from the illusion in a blink of an eye, was still not frightened by the massive magic tower attack.

This brave and resourceful neuropathic spellcaster was still jumping at the door of the Morningstar Magic Tower, complaining about Punk's actions and shouting loudly:

"Damn it, "Whisper of Destruction"! How do you know that my dagger is called the Blade of Satis? How can you spy on other people's privacy? How can you spy on other people's privacy while hiding in the magic tower? How did you guess I couldn't beat your ugly, bloody, goddamn broken tower......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Did Ken give me back my lovely Satis dagger for nothing?"

"...Yes, this thing has long been my inherent property, what? Do you want to snatch it from me and my magic tower?"

Speechlessly staring at the "dead wind lamp" who is still using "teleportation" around the magic tower to evade the lock of the defense system, and listening helplessly to this guy's nonsense, Punk already felt his temples Feeling a little numb.

What is spying on privacy? The name of the dagger was clearly engraved on the body of the sharp blade, but any creature with eyes can see it, okay?

And what about "how do you know I can't beat this magic tower"... Isn't this the most obvious thing? Punk's magic tower is capable of resisting the attacks of professionals at the Huiyue level for a period of time. Not to mention that Walkway is only a morning star professional alone, even if he brings all the other morning star members of the Red Robe Mage Guild, "Whispers of Destruction" will have Confidence guarantees that they will not even try to penetrate the alchemy wall of the magic tower and touch themselves!

It seems that only a few thousand years have passed, and the "Ziwenfengdeng" who lost his dagger has become even more insane, and Master Chenxing, who has no time to chat with the psychopath, now just wants to solve this difficult problem as soon as possible.

So under Punk's careful control, the roaring and running Morningstar Tower element pool finally began an extremely violent law-killing reaction, and batch after batch of energy torrents enough to blast small planes began to flow in the energy channel of the magic tower Rushing endlessly, at this moment, with the fury in the heart of "Whisper of Destruction" secretly burning, a magnificent war machine has begun to use its bloodthirsty fangs to aim at its prey.

However…………

Obviously "coming prepared", "Death Wind Lantern" did not intend to fight head-on with a Morning Star magic tower. After seeing the impatient "Whisper of Destruction" slowly getting serious, an emergency stop in mid-air Walkway, who raised his hands to express his abandonment of resistance, suddenly lost his temper again.

The so-called "negotiation" is a process of wits between the strong to test the bottom line of each other. If one method fails to agree, then continue to talk about another method. The crazy Mr. Zuo Mi obviously understands the truth.

At this time, since he has fully confirmed Punk's determination to "robbery aboveboard" through an act of death, Walkway, who silently cleared his throat, will naturally change his routine after discovering that all the tricks such as sloppy, rolling, playing rogue, etc. are invalid. (yes, this guy clears his throat when he speaks mentally).

So standing in a cloudy sky with a cold current sweeping through the clouds, the "Dead Wenfeng Lamp" with a distorted and fanatical smile said loudly to the magic tower piercing the sky with a much more serious tone on the spot:

"Sai'an! We are still allies now. If we have something to talk about, there is no need to fight to the death, right? Since you don't want to return my cute little dagger for nothing... so how about it, let's fight A gamble is over - there will be another battle between you and me, but in this battle you are not allowed to use your pair of dark golden pupils, and I am not allowed to use my "teleportation" spell, let's do it upright Fight a good fight! How about it? Do you have the guts to take part in this magnificent gamble"?

"..."

"Gambling needs benefits, and fighting also needs benefits. I never like to fight with others for no reason, so... Walkway, what are the bets you can take out? What are the benefits you can take out"?

The words "allies" need to be considered, and "wonderful gambling" is also easy to arouse interest, so when hearing the seemingly absurd but actually extremely solemn words of "dead literary style", even those who squint their eyes slightly Punk could not help silently suspending the preparations for the Magic Tower's offensive.

A lunatic mage who can use teleportation will not be able to stop him if he wants to run away, and he will not be afraid if the other party wants to sneak attack the caster, so no matter what angle you look at, "Whispers of Destruction" has reason to listen to his own. What kind of nonsense can be uttered from the broken mouth of "the old enemy who came to the door".

What's more, no matter whether Punk questions or not, Walkway, whose pupils are constantly shrinking and expanding, obviously never considered the option of shutting up.

In fact, in the process of such nonsense, a certain crazy psychopath became even more excited.

"Hey hey hey hey.... Bet? Benefits? Yes, yes! You have it all! How about I come and bet everything on myself? My life, my little plane, and my original "mind" The spell model of the "teleportation" spell—as long as you can win, I will give you all these things, okay? And the chip you need to take out is just that little dagger with rough workmanship... Please, give Let me beat your chances upright, we are the kind of old friends who don't know each other!"