Chapter 1203 Mai Xiang in Memories

Theoretically speaking, the strategy of smiling is quite sinister, and it is indeed a troublesome thing to put two seriously injured and sick numbers in front of Punk. After all, who dares to ignore the orders of the throne of the sun? The spell caster really didn't want to try how the cold "guild leader" would react if he really did something like "kill his companion" or "do nothing to save him".

So if the development of the situation is normal, then if nothing unexpected happens, "Whispers of Destruction" will really be held back by these two wastes lying on the ground and rolling on the ground. Not surprisingly.

In fact, it is precisely because of being able to formulate such insidious schemes that Smile is actually more experienced than Punk from a strategic point of view. After all, due to the serious lack of strength, she wants to complete any plan, even if it is just Detaining an enemy of the same level can only be considered first in terms of conspiracy. All kinds of despicable or wise methods must be very familiar to the "Ms. Killing" who is a god.

Sounds cool, doesn't it? Feather fan towel, mast and scull disappear?

However, don't forget that there has never been and never will be any truly "seamless" strategy in this world.

The calculation of the smile has indeed been initially realized. She is now standing there confidently and intends to take a look at the emotional entanglement of Punk, a gloomy spellcaster. Anyway, in her real thinking, the option of fighting Punk face to face is basically non-existent. Only such "outsmarting" is more suitable for a quiet lady.

But in fact... Mage Huiyue, who was bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, did not show any so-called entanglement as she wished, and of course the elation on the girl's face did not last long.

Because before he had finished brewing a cynical discourse that was both arrogant enough and not too irritating to the enemy, the smile began to praise his ingenuity, an "accident" that was enough to change the expressions of the two Huiyue powerhouses was far away from the battlefield "Suddenly" happened...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"!

"Boom!"

The red light flashed, and the night sky lit up. Accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, it ran non-stop, only to hear a sharp howl like a wild beast erupting suddenly without warning on the fragmented land.

In an instant, a beam of light almost completely composed of blood and blood-red energy suddenly penetrated the clouds on the plane of Maixiang Farm and rushed towards the crystal wall of the high-altitude plane. The distorted blood-colored "humanoid" stood up unsteadily.

Undoubtedly, the strange blood shadow that suddenly created an astonishing accident was none other than the legendary warlock who lay quietly on the ground and fell into a coma the last second——"Thunderstorm"!

After being forcefully poured into a mouthful of the magical potion of Huiyue level of unknown origin by a smile, this poor guy who can be said to have fallen into a runaway mode seems to have entered a state of near-death with a complete collapse of the soul, presumably from the " The Soul of Sorrow, Bloodline of Thunder, Bloodline of Icefield Worm, Legendary Soul, Legendary Virtual Soul, and the power of the magical potion at the level of the moon must have been intertwined and mixed together in the blink of an eye, so facing this unprecedented situation Dietben, unable to suppress his own strength, finally completely lost control.

Now he is releasing a large amount of uncontrollable and frantically boiling energy in his body while looking up to the sky and screaming. I can see that thousands of pieces of flesh and blood have already evaporated into red mist in the high temperature, and were burned by the flame of the soul. The rational mad warlock began to follow the most chaotic and primitive instinct to attack everything around him with all his strength.

But obviously, there must be only one "combat target" that is the most accessible and the first to bear the brunt in front of him, isn't it?

That is the unlucky poor legendary mage——"Plague Box" Kaishanoya!

"No... no ah ah ah ah, save me, save me, Sai'an! Stop it! Dietben, Dietben, you... ahhhh"!

"boom"!

If the first roar that resounded through the sky was still a passionate roar mixed with anger and rage, then the second ear-piercing mournful cry was destined to be an out-and-out terrified scream.

It's hard to imagine how desperate the young girl mage is now. She was lying on the ground with serious injuries and was unable to move her body or make effective resistance. Seeing that the monster that was running wildly next to her had already raised her hand He slammed his fist hard at his head, but the poor "Plague Box" could only scream loudly and call for help in vain.

Yes, this must be just a futile call for help. It is obviously impossible for the two powerful Huiyue who are quietly watching this bloody farce to rescue a guy who has long been classified as a "dead person", whether it is a punk with a smile on his mouth Or a smile with shocked eyes would just silently watch her die.

So after less than two wailing wailings, Kaishanoya was no longer able to make any "extra" calls for help.

Because he was standing against the backdrop of blood-colored thunder, the legendary sorcerer who tensed his muscles and arched his body had already punched hard on the delicate face of the young mage.

"Boom!"

The all-out attack of a legendary professional is incomparably astonishing, and the stratum of the plane of Maixiang Farm does not have the solid rock circle of the plane of Faerun as a defense, and the shock waves that oscillate and scatter easily tear apart everything within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers. Plants, the crust of the entire theocratic plane began to collapse and shake severely.

For a moment, the air flow was violent, and the cracks in the sky and the ground almost converged at the point of Dietben's heavy punch, and the "plague box" that was perfectly hit by him was directly smashed into the deep collapsed pit deep.

So far, the dying Kaishanoya finally lost the right to cry one last time.

After all...she was going to die.

"Ahem, Dieterben! I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I would die in your hands... Haha, what a failure, what a pity, if I die, I will never... never have another chance Let's taste the deliciousness of honey bread......"

With a wry smile full of anger, he sighed with emotion about his fate, and the "plague box" whose blood was mixed with tears flowing down his white face couldn't think of what to say for a while.

In fact, as the bloody smell drifted away from the sensitive sense of smell, the wheat-flavored bread fragrance began to become clearer in Kaisanoya's memory.

It is the aroma of wheat seedlings blown by the breeze, and it is also the movement of honey flying around.

It seems... that smell of bread that represents filling the stomach is really unforgettable for a girl who suffered from hunger and pain when she was a child...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Rumble! !