Abe the Wizard

This hard-haired mouse is completely different from the hard-haired mouse we met before. Is it a chief hard-haired mouse?

Abel couldn't help but be a little surprised that this just got out of Camp Rogue. How could there be a chief hard-haired mouse? What the hell is going on in this world?

Chief-style hard-haired mice, whether or not they are Chief-style hard-haired mice, are just the lowest hell creatures, only Chief-style hard-haired mice have longer life and special freezing power than ordinary hard-haired mice. Abel's five consecutive 'firebomb' spells killed this Chief-style hard-haired mice.

You know, there was no escalation of the "firebomb" spell before, only one or two firebombs could kill an ordinary hard-haired mouse, and now up to level 7 of the "firebomb" spell, five consecutive "firebombs" can kill this leader's hard-haired mouse frequently. This defense totally exceeds one knight's length. The knight's length is a tempered armor, and the leader's hard-haired mouse is hard resistant.

“Squeak!” The chief hard-haired mouse used all his strength at the end of the day, a cry so loud that it traveled far in the bloody wasteland.

There was a bad feeling in Abel's heart, hurriedly throwing another ‘fire bomb' spell to kill this hard-haired Chieftain mouse, who burned the body of a dark shadow flying off and then into the Heradic square on his right arm.

While Abel was sure that the chief hard-haired mouse was dead, the crisis in his heart had not resolved, and his strong mental strength was telling him that he was in danger.

At the same time, there was a massive sway of grass in front of us, and it seemed that there were a bunch of creatures moving this way.

Abel's eyes tightened and he placed his shield in front of him. People were about to retreat. All he could hear was the broken voices of dense numbness in the air. He stopped retreating and almost instinctively drank loudly: “Strong defense! ”

Abel's shoulders held against the shield, and the golden quiver flashed, instantly surrounded by the shield in front of him, and then the golden quiver spread to the ground, making the shield closely connected to the earth. At this moment, the shield seemed to merge with the earth.

“Bells" struck the shield like rain, making a crisp noise, and Abel listened carefully to the density, fearing that hundreds of hard-haired mice attacked him simultaneously.

Originally not a large shield, the shield only blocks critical parts. Fortunately, Abel used the Bennett knight's secret technique "sturdy defense” in the first place, changing the defense area of the shield from a small piece to a golden anti-gas shield connected to the earth.

The spikes across the street seem endless. Each hit, though not powerful, consumes a little bit of Abel's temper. Hundreds of spikes at a time, constantly attacking the shield once, causing his temper to decrease rapidly. This is the first time since he became a knight, he felt that the temper was not enough. You know that Abel's air core is much bigger than that of an ordinary knight, and his temper storage is several times that of an ordinary knight.

This cannot go on, Abel's mind implicitly thinks that mental power connects to the personal locker in the Heradic square, that the improved 130 practice blast sword has appeared in his hand under the influence of mental power, almost the moment the blast sword appears in his hand, and he quickly throws the blast sword forward.

Though you can't see what's ahead, you can still feel it under the veil of spiritual power.

“Three, two, one, boom!” After three seconds of meditation in Abel's heart, a loud noise ensued, massive pieces of earth splashed over the shield, but thanks to the use of the knight's secret technique, "Firm Defense," although his temper consumed a great deal for a short time, it did not hurt his body at all.

In the blink of an eye, a large piece of black shadow rushed towards Abel and into the Heradic squares, and he had now established that those shadows were the souls of hard-haired mice, and as a large number of souls entered the Heradic squares, the direction in which the blasting sword had just been thrown was gone.

Abel didn't think much of it, leaving the black phantom soul to rush towards him, entering the Heradic square, and another blast sword appeared in his hand, throwing it in the direction of a dense attack in which he perceived the next place under his mental power, "Boom! ”

After this explosion, Abel noticeably felt that the Spike attack had decreased some more, his mental strength felt the direction of the Spike attack again, and another blast sword appeared in his hand. He threw the blast sword again hard in the direction of his mental power, "Boom! ”

It feels like the prick is still attacking, and part of it, how could these hard-haired mice be so desperate? At this time, Abel couldn't think much more. The fighting was almost over. The last blast sword appeared on his hand, and he threw it to his final target. It was another “Boom!" ”

Due to the high level of resistance of Hellfire to the attack, Abel threw four blast swords in succession, even though the blast sword had a dual physical and fire-based attack effect. After the four blast swords were bombed, the world seemed quiet and there was no more stab attack on the shield.

Only a silent soul rushed towards his right arm, and the Hladic cube was like a bottomless hole, swallowing these souls silently.

After a long breath, Abel removed his shield, the body of a hard-haired mouse in front of the ground, and a struggling half-dead hard-haired mouse struggled to twist his body.

Abel picked up the Ice Magic Sword on the ground, against a hard-haired mouse still struggling is a sword, the sword pierced from the neck of the hard-haired mouse, as if this was the fault of the hard-haired mouse, the hard-haired mouse struggled twice before moving.

Spiritual strength sensed a long shot, an Abbott shield stopped, blocked the long stab, and then threw the big sword of ice magic in his hand out and nailed the hard-haired mouse that attacked him to the ground.

Then Abel's right finger protruded, a ‘fire bomb' spell flew out, hitting a hard-haired mouse still struggling, with the attack power of his Grade 7 'fire bomb' spell, not to mention an injured hard-haired mouse, a hard-haired mouse without injury could not eat the 'fire bomb’.

Abel, who discovered that the 'firebomb' spell was easier to use than the Ice Magic Sword. His right hand kept lightening. Every point, a 'firebomb’ flew out, hitting hard-haired mice accurately on the ground. Most of these hard-haired mice affected by the blast sword were unable to move, and a small number could move. They were killed by the 'firebomb’ before they moved very far.

It was a massacre in which a hard-haired mouse that had become completely irresistible was killed by one of Abel's. When the magic was consumed, Abel picked up the Ice Magic Sword and continued to kill the hard-haired mice.

After killing many hard-haired mice, Abel gained experience in killing hard-haired mice with a large sword. Each sword was stabbed and passed between the neck bones of the hard-haired mice, like a clever scalpel, separating the head and body of the hard-haired mice. Of course, this attack was accomplished with the help of mental strength.

When Abel stabbed the Ice Magic Sword into the neck of a hard-haired mouse and cut off its head, a dark golden light flashed through his right arm as the soul of the hard-haired mouse entered his right arm.

The Heradic cube reacted, and Abel quickly killed all the remaining hard-haired mice still struggling on the ground, which opened the Heradic cube.

In the Heradic cubes, the Book of Urban Conveyors, the Personal Storage Box, and the Empty Spirit Beast Bag are all discharged.

“What is this?” Abel found a dark golden crystal bottle in the lattice at the corner of the Heraldic block, and the mental locking crystal bottle held it in his hand.

This is a dark style large belly crystal bottle, through a clear crystal bottle wall, you can see the dark golden agent inside, and the dark golden color of the agent reflects the entire crystal bottle into a dark golden crystal bottle.

What kind of medicine would be dark gold? Abel gently opened the mouth of the bottle, and a seemingly indistinct smell emanated from the mouth of the crystal bottle, an unspeakable smell for him, but it made his soul have an infinite desire. There seems to be a voice in his soul telling him to drink it and drink it!

In Abel's guess, this bottle is supposed to be a synthetic drug for the souls of hard-haired mice, but what kind of medicine would it be if the souls contaminated by hell were absorbed and resynthesized by Heraldic squares?

Because it was a dark golden drug, the Heradic cube, with Abel's mental attention, simply showed a name “soul medicine," without any explanation.