My Archangel

Silently revoking the magic shield that was basically unusable on his body surface, Morik opened his mouth and exclaimed.

Just as Qiaowen had expected, this Molick never lost consciousness from beginning to end.

The reason for pretending to be dead... In addition to wanting to slow down the violent shock after being sprayed by the dragon's breath at close range, I also wanted to use this to attract Qiao Wen, who was obviously hollowed out after the dragon's breath was sprayed. Attack, thereby revealing flaws.

Obviously, at the moment he was hit by the dragon's breath, this Molick had already learned many details through his rich experience, and made a judgment similar to "playing dead" at a rather alarming speed.

But Qiao Wen wasn't fooled either.

Kang Dang——

In the next moment, a new set of magical shields appeared on Morik's body again.

However, it looks obviously much weaker than the previous shield.

Under normal circumstances, the construction of runes like the full version of the magic shield is extremely complicated and belongs to the high-level magic of long-term gain. Once it is destroyed in actual combat, most users want to recover on the spot. Possibly, it will waste a lot of time, distract the user, and aggravate the danger.

At most, like Molick now, he temporarily took out a castrated version and put it on his body.

"Don't stop, continue to praise, you can understand the true meaning of tool man so quickly, I am very satisfied."

Looking at Molick's every move, Qiao Wen's expression on his face was slightly tight as he spoke.

He knew very well that now, the official debut battle has just begun.

"Boy, when I beat you down, I will slowly praise you."

Molick moved his wrists and shook his hands. He faced Qiao Wen and the Scarlet Dragon who reached out to Qiao Wen. He actually took the initiative and walked towards Qiao Wen again: "I hope you can recognize your identity as a tool person by then. "

"..."

The distance between the two sides has narrowed again.

Qiao Wen's face was calm, silently watching Morik who walked away.

However... just two or three seconds later, just as Qiao Wen calmly controlled the dragon behind him, and planned to give Morik another breath, the latter suddenly stopped.

"Let me see, maybe... it's around here."

Following, such a voice confided from Morik's mouth, and a sneer appeared on his face: "About this distance, kid, at the speed of your dragon's breath... you can't hit me."

"And I... can bash you easily."

As the voice fell, Morik's not-so-low temperature rose again and again, and orange-red flames spewed out in mid-air. They were entangled with each other, and the tongue of fire spurted out, twisting into one in an instant. Long dragon!

Although there was still a gap between the wave of magic power surging around Molik and the momentum of the previous load of dragon's breath,... the situation has quietly reversed.

'After a breath of dragon, the whole body began to steam, and the breathing rhythm increased...Although the facial expressions are well managed, not only did I not chase down to the ground, but I didn't even use the tentative patch. This can only show that the dragon's breath just now consumes a lot of this little ghost, far exceeding his normal tolerance...In other words, it is very likely that the purity of his magic power itself has not reached the platinum rank.'

'In this case, I don't have the need to head-on with him. I only need to use my hardware advantage to secure the victory.'

This kid, wouldn't he really think that he can challenge the real platinum stage by learning a dragon's breath that can cross the stage?

It seems that there is still a lack of social beatings.

'As long as you break your three axes... Victory comes at your fingertips.'

The thoughts in his mind were clear. After thinking of this, Qiao Wen's face was reflected in Morik's pupils, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became more obvious.

He decided to take a good lesson to this little devil who looked like a practical beginner.

If there is only one strengthening dragon's breath... then there is no suspense in this one.

Because he can easily use his platinum stage hardware advantage to seal Qiao Wen's dragon's breath and destroy it directly.

Under the premise that there is no absolute gap, the real actual combat is never a stimulating needle-point to the wheat mang, but a more boring, simply looking at which side's method is more comprehensive and can better use its strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Hey, unfortunately, it seems that in this respect, Molick... is still a little bit stronger than this kid.

Chapter 046: Is the magic reserve okay?

Has the upper hand.

At this moment, even though he looked embarrassed, and even his whole body was still surrounded by white smoke full of burnt smell, Morik knew very well that in this game, even if he was caught off guard at the beginning, he was hit hard. Yes, but now his own still firmly holds the upper hand.

Rather, in retrospect, maybe the reason why this kid would come to him specially, apart from simply wanting to discuss with him about teaming up to participate in the expedition, is to attack him from close range. interest.

If this is the case... then this kid is really a despicable scheming bitch who cannot be seen on the surface.

However, although Molik did not like this approach, he did not reject it.

After all, he also knew very well that, let alone the little devil in front of him, he would encounter real danger again, especially during the formal expedition, the other party would never be able to wait until he finished preparing yesterday before attacking.

He was sprayed with a dragon's breath by a little demon at close range... Then what else could he say besides admitting that he was careless.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, uncle has a sense of measure, relax a little, it will be over soon."

Noting that Qiao Wen's obvious tightness, and his expression became very stiff after he locked the distance, Molick smiled coldly and waved his right hand hard: "Get down on the ground!"

The flame dragon behind him twisted his body, opened his hideous dragon jaws, and rushed straight to Qiao Wen!

At the same time, while counterattacking through high-level flame magic, Morik, who was staring at Qiaowen, also focused half of his attention on the dragon phantom behind him.

He had already made plans to retreat as soon as the dragon started to move to his side.

Relative movement.

This is the basic technique to check the distance between the enemy and us so that we can use our own advantages to suppress unilateral firepower.

Obviously, now that his hardware is at the Platinum level in all aspects, if he wants to make relative movement with Qiao Wen as the goal, it is simply not too easy.

What is tactical crushing?

This is called tactical crushing.

In the past battles of the same tier, although the record was not perfect, Morik was already very familiar with the operation of maximizing strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

If you insist, he is a bucket-type player who meets all standards and has no dead ends.

As long as the opponent has a short board, he can catch it keenly, and then use it to kill it directly, not to mention the little rubbish that looks like nothing but a dragon's breath now, Qiao Wen.

Although his record on the expedition in history has his hips stretched, it also depends on who the opponents he faced at that time...Doesn't this kid really think that he can compete head-to-head with his true platinum rank at this level?

No, no?

"..."

On the other side, facing the oncoming scorching dragon, Qiao Wen, who had been prepared for a long time, had an airflow behind him suddenly converging at a speed visible to the naked eye.