Chapter 122 Qingyu in the Sea of ​​Fire

In the thunder and lightning, the air was torn apart from time to time, and the smell of scorching permeated the atmosphere. In the forest that had turned into a sea of ​​fiery flames, a silver figure swirled and swam, dodging the incandescent lightning from the sky from time to time.

During the high-speed flight, Roland Hill swooped over at a low altitude, picking up pieces of sawdust and sparks, swaying and blurring in the high-temperature airflow, making it difficult for the pursuers behind to aim and hit.

The pupils in the mask flickered, and countless information slipped through consciousness like a tide, constantly analyzing. While fighting and dodging, Roland Hill has also been looking for Ibel's true identity.

If these beasts are under her command, they must be within her line of sight, and forests and mountains will block such observations.

will be there.

While thinking about it, several lightning eagles turned into lightning and flashed down, hitting the silver figure, bringing bursts of debris and dust.

No, maybe the other party can observe it through World of Warcraft, instead of playing in person.

During the flight, the girl looked at the data displayed on the screen in her field of vision. The activation level of the sacred object was still reduced to 31%, leaving her little time.

No, no, the girl chanted quickly in her heart.

Although the war sequence has a great advantage in dealing with Warcraft, it has both offense and defense, but it is still too inconvenient to walk and explore.

The originally silver figure suddenly fell and was submerged in a sea of ​​fire. The lightning in the sky lost its target and began to focus on the disappeared area. Then frost sprayed from a distant place to disperse the smoke and sparks.

In the ruins on the ground, a dark gold metal lotus was motionless, reflecting a little light in the firelight. After a minute of time, many electric falcons and thunder eagles descended, circled the sky, and began to summon a line of wandering electric columns. Clear the land.

Electric light shot through, broken wood and sparks flew, and the place to hide in the sea of ​​fire became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when the electric column was about to touch the metal lotus flower, several cyan cracks burst open. Immediately, a pair of soft feathers gently stretched out from it, and the soft and long feathers were like streamers, with a faint cyan in the white.

Then the pair of wings spread quickly and grew up in the wind, absorbing the mana and magic in the air.

Accompanying the pair of wings was Lorraine Hill with long cyan hair. She was covered in a long turquoise satin dress, and there were streamers with grass and wood patterns between her wide sleeves, dancing in the flames and the wind.

I feel that the surroundings of my body are much more relaxed and clear. Although there is only natural Sequence 6 at present, it is much more flexible than the previous Sequence 7.

The girl's thoughts danced, thinking that it was because of the fit. He was originally a primitive who was good at wind and change, but he advanced in coordination with sacred objects in the opposite field, which was tantamount to binding his own hands and feet.

This holy artifact was a trap from the very beginning, what a fool himself.

Well, although I suffered some losses, I have learned a lot of experience, so I won't be so easily fooled in the future.

After thinking about all this, Roland Hill put away the sacred object in his hand and looked up at the countless approaching electric lights. She raised her right hand, and many winds began to surround her, as if cheering.

The eyelashes were gently closed as they trembled, and the emerald-green swallowtail butterfly gradually formed on the back of the finger. It seemed that the crystals of magic extraction were superimposed layer by layer, and the surrounding flames and airflow slowly fell into a stagnant stagnation.

The back of the fingers gradually approached, the girl kissed the butterfly of the green wind formed on it, and then the butterfly shattered, and countless violent airflows were suddenly released, along with the fallen trees and flames, swept up together.

The crimson wind and flames drowned the sky above like a turbulent sea. The sky was shaped like day, brilliant and bright, so that creatures around dozens of miles could see it.

Under the blessing of the wind, every spark and particle is fully burned, and the violent energy is released from this. The high-energy particles formed by Mana and magic swirl and wash, smashing the blocking molecules, and destroying these electric falcons. The eagle was annihilated and dissipated in the world like dust.

In this burning sea of ​​fire, Roland Hill unfolded the incomparably large cyan wings behind him, and slowly rose into the air. The cold night wind began to sweep the earth, revealing the cold stars in the sky. The dark cloud of lightning that originally covered was gradually torn apart, until finally, a hidden black spot at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters was revealed.

Sure enough it was there.

Roland Hill realized clearly in his heart, and then aimed at the tiny black spot, opened his left hand, and a red moss red kombu seed fell into the palm of his hand, exuding a refreshing vitality.

Emerald green magic was poured from the wrist, and the seed sprouted sharply, blooming like branches and vines, and then gradually extended up and down to form a bow of vine leaves, with some tiny leaves and cyan red berries exposed at the corners. .

"The land watered with sweat, the wilderness swept by the winds of abundance, and here I show the fruit of the promise."

A purple-red apple slowly emerged in front of the girl, and it just floated there and didn't move, showing amazing magic power. The power of abundance strengthened the poison, and the power of candy kept the poison at The most terrifying state, the three different powers are intertwined with each other, but they are perfectly integrated, making people sink and intoxicated.

A drop of bright red juice fell from the apple and hit the tip of the arrow that gradually formed, turning into a dark red thorn and poisonous thorn. When the girl gradually filled the vine-leaf bow in her hand, a strong sense of fate began emerge on it.

It will definitely hit and kill the target it hits. This is the agreement under the interweaving of witches' power.

The reason why Roland Hill considered a lot before and chose the natural sequence was because of the power of the Witch of Harvest and the reason for this golden apple. This is her nirvana without using the crown and her own power.

"No." Looking at the tiny figure in the sea of ​​​​fire below, Iberian above the sky, a wordless fear began to cover her heart.

She is a witch, and she can naturally perceive what terrifying thing is on the bow of the vine leaves below.

That is the witch's lifelong blessing and curse. If she is shot, it means that she will be dragged into death and annihilation by her entanglement and cannot escape.

"You can't kill me." A grey forest owl suddenly flew out of the forest and shouted angrily beside the girl.

Then one after another, beasts or animals gushed out from the forest, and they rushed towards the blue-haired girl in the sea of ​​flames, all kinds of roars and screams hurried and frightened.

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

The talking beasts in their ears are like madness, repeating and pouring out the same words, they launch frantic attacks, constantly shattering the surrounding fire and wind, stepping into the sea of ​​fire that drowns the whole body, just to touch the center that gradually draws the bow. figure.

Seeing that the protective airflow gradually weakened, and the flames were extinguished under the corpses that were advancing one after another, Roland Hill looked at the figure in the sky who refused to fall, and sighed silently.

"It's stubborn."

The dark red meteor rose from the ground, rose slowly, crossed a long arc, and at the end of the shaky vision, penetrated the figure that was constantly flying and dodging.

Everything suddenly quieted down, as if time had stopped, all the magical beasts stopped moving and roaring, and the power they had strengthened gradually dissipated.

Only the quiet burning of the night fire, the smell of scorched smoke gradually filled the air, accompanied by the subtle sound of sparks bursting, illuminating the figure standing in the sea of ​​​​fire.