Chapter 448: The Quickness of the Dishes

When the deans of the four colleges faced off in the air with the captains of the four Kraken ships.

A wedge-shaped enclave in the sea of ​​green.

Zheng Qing had just blasted apart an iron-gray city wall made of willow wood. The wood chips and branches fell like snowflakes. The young wizard took a picture of the 'amulet' on his chest and at the same time activated the armor and horse talisman hanging on his leg. The person suddenly turned into a stream of light and fled deep into the "heavy snow".

But the stream of light only traveled ten meters away before stopping abruptly. Because there were more than twenty monsters staying behind the wooden wall with their free time, waiting for the wizard to pass. The cold breath and thick shadows were like a mountain pressing down on your face, making you almost breathless.

The amulet instantly bloomed with a striking golden light shield.

Kaka.

Raise the gun, load it, aim, all in one go.

The crisp sound of the alchemy components in the rune gun hitting each other was particularly clear in the depressing atmosphere. The clear light that rippled when the talisman bullet was half-activated passed through the barrel and accumulated at the muzzle, like a giant dragon raising its head and preparing to breathe, attracting the attention of many scarlet eyes on the opposite side.

Zheng Qing has reason to believe that with one shot, he can definitely destroy the largest withered tree man or dead eye tyrant on the opposite side. Precisely because of this, he did not shoot immediately.

Because there is only one bullet in the magazine, but there are more than twenty demons on the opposite side. He was holding a Remington, not a Gatling.

When the talisman bomb is held but not fired, the aura it emits can make those demons flinch and shrink away. But if this threat disappears, those guys will swarm up like hungry wolves and tear themselves to pieces - even if Zheng Qing turns over. When he jumped off the city, he was already mentally prepared for this, but this did not mean that he would easily accept the coming of death.

For a moment, a trace of regret rolled through the young wizard's heart. If the rune gun magazine contained a bullet wrapped in a blood rune, it might be possible to easily defeat the combined efforts of more than twenty registered wizard-level monsters.

But immediately, he got rid of this wavering and looked forward firmly.

At the same time, the demons on the opposite side were no longer silent.

"Mist Arthur, captain of the fifth team of the Mist."

"Young wizard, say your name."

"I will grant you eternal peace with the honor of a death knight."

The black knight riding on the tall nightmare took the lead, pulled down the visor on his helmet, and raised the long sword in his hand. The buzzing sound made Zheng Qing's whole body numb and gave him goosebumps.

Of course, it is also possible that the slightly bizarre pre-war declaration of the Death Knight made the young public-sponsored student a little allergic.

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes in his heart - even on the hunting ground, there is no practice for opponents to inform each other's names, let alone on the battlefield - he very much doubted that the long undead career had completely solidified the consciousness of the knight in front of him. , making it forget the difference between classical knights and death knights.

"Give Way!"

The young wizard answered simply, and at the same time pulled out the silver-white Colt Python from the gray cloth bag, and turned the magazine in a demonstrative manner to make his words more convincing.

Unfortunately, in this battlefield where death and chaos intersect, threats are less effective against the monsters.

"Mist!"

The death knight pulled the reins, and the nightmare under his crotch screamed, and his eyes burst into frightening red light. At the same time, it raised the long sword in its hand, drew several circles in the air, and roared: "Arthur!!"

Zheng Qing felt that he had a conflict with the guy named 'Arthur'.

When I first entered school last year, I had a fight with a guy with this name. Now in a different world, I didn't expect that I would have to fight with this guy again.

Most of the flying sawdust and branches have fallen to the ground.

Brief talks have also broken down.

The boy took a deep breath and stared at the death knight closest to him who was charging towards him in small steps, as well as the three-headed hell dog with drooling water and clearly visible malice in his eyes. He was ready to kill these two guys. Then retreat immediately.

But before he could pull the trigger, he felt as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer. His vision went dark, his mind went blank, there was only a buzzing noise in his ears, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

It’s the soul impact of the Dead Eye Tyrant!

The breath of the forbidden curse can break the innate ability of the Dead Eye Tyrant and allow the young wizard to maintain limited thinking ability, but it cannot make up for the shortcomings of the physical body.

Compared with the forbidden curse, Zheng Qing's body is too fragile and cannot withstand the complete power of the forbidden curse; similarly, compared with the more than 20 demons opposite, the wizard is too young, and a single method is far more difficult to deal with. When facing an opponent with his own abilities, he is particularly passive.

My thoughts were spinning wildly between powerlessness and loss of control.

Zheng Qing was very doubtful that when his consciousness reconnected with his physical body, what he would see would be a body that had been dismembered by five horses, no, cut into eight or even eighteen pieces.

Before, he was so confident that he would self-destruct a few monsters even if he couldn't defeat him. However, when his body was cut off from his thoughts, it turned into a joke. Zheng Qing's thoughts could only hover anxiously over the lake in his heart, waiting for him to regain his ability to move sooner.

Fortunately, the Forbidden Curse air mass floating above the Heart Lake was still running steadily, and the pipe that penetrated the air mass to extract the Forbidden Curse air still made a gurgling sound.

This is barely good news.

This thought was running through the wizard's mind. At least, the situation was not completely broken yet.

When the white light spot representing reality came back to the sky above the lake of the heart, the young wizard who had been waiting for a long time did not hesitate to stuff his thoughts into the white spot.

Consciousness returns to reality.

Severe pain surged up almost at the same time. Zheng Qing felt that every breath he took contained the smell of rust. He didn't know if the ribs on his chest were broken. During his breathing, his whole body felt like it was being torn apart. Every bone and muscle in his body was screaming, making him wonder if he was being raped by demons.

He quickly dismissed this speculation.

Because one of his arms and a few fingers could still move freely, there was no movement in his ears - of course, the most important thing was that there was no scent of a demon within his range of perception.

He reluctantly raised his eyelids and saw two suns hanging in the white sky, one golden and one red, which stung his eyes. There are no lush willow branches or those ferocious monsters in sight.

This allowed him to deny his previous speculation for the second time.

Ahem.

The boy coughed violently but cautiously, with a salty smell accumulating in his throat. He wanted to turn over, but his body 'told' that all his muscles and bones had stopped working.

He tried hard to raise his arms, trying to block the dazzling sunlight, but his weak arms ended up being slapped on the face.

His face was wet, and his palms became slippery.