My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long did not respond, he seemed to be in a daze.

"damn it……"

Paul cursed in a low voice. He didn't know what Chief Lothar was thinking, but he knew what he had to do.

Holding his spear tightly, Paul rushed towards the group of wolves. Around his waist, the stringed hand/crossbow was shaking up and down as he ran.

Get closer, get closer.

——Paul said to himself, as long as he gets closer, the deadly crossbow bolt will let the Jackal Shaman know how weak their bodies are.

However, Paul's speed is naturally not better than Lightning. Just now Malone was able to push him away, mostly because of luck.

A light blue lightning flashed from the top of the jackal shaman’s staff exactly like the one just now. Paul knew he was a living target now, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Forward.

However, Paul incorrectly estimated the situation—the lightning flashed with a "shoo" not far from him, leaving only a dizzying afterimage.(To be continued.)

15

"Oops!"

Paul screamed a bad cry in his heart. At this moment, behind him, there was only Ma Long who was in a daze.

Paul stopped. Although he knew it would be dangerous to do so in front of a group of wolves, he couldn't help but look back, wanting to see the safety of his chief.

What disappointed Paul was that even if this light blue lightning was imminent, Malone didn't seem to have the intention to dodge. The agility he had just pushed Paul away was gone.

"Sir Lothar!"

Paul yelled loudly, hoping to make Malone more awake, but this did not work, he could only watch the light blue lightning hit Malone.

The despair in Paul's eyes flashed away-he knew the fate of being struck by this kind of lightning; if he was wearing civilian clothes, it would be better, if he was wearing a full armor, the burns would be more severe.

This is just a matter of experience. Paul doesn't know the reason, but he knows that Malone is now wearing the plate armor of the Stormwind Army standard.

However, this despair stayed for a while, because Paul found that the "scorched" Chief Lothar he had imagined had not appeared.

The light blue lightning hit Ma Long, or the air in front of him; a dark green ripple flashed by, and the light blue lightning seemed to have entered the water and disappeared instantly.

"Don't be in a daze! Kill them!"

Ma Long shouted loudly, and then rushed towards the shaman under the protection of the wolves with his club.

"Yes!"

Despite the surprise in his heart, Paul instinctively obeyed Malone's orders. He continued to charge forward, and then pierced a jackal man's chest with the spear in his hand.

The distance between Ma Long and the jackals was not far away. Soon, his iron rod smashed the skull of the last jackal who stood in front of him in the surprised gaze of the jackal shaman.

The pale yellow brain was mixed with red blood, splashing all the faces of the jackal shaman.

"You pig..."

Ma Long, who mastered the skill of "Arcane Language", clearly heard the gnoll language mumbled by the gnoll shaman.

However, this did not affect Ma Long's movements. The stick in his hand swept mercilessly across the gnoll shaman's chest, smashing it down into a big chunk, obviously this guy couldn't survive.

"Sir Lothar, what happened just now?"

Before Paul could catch his breath, he rushed to Malone's front, put his hands on his armor, and asked nervously.

"Don't touch it... what's the matter?"

While avoiding Paul, Malone frowned and yelled—Could this one of his subordinates have... some kind of nasty taste?

"That lightning bolt! Why..."

Paul recalled the situation just now. He had never seen a lightning bolt cast by a jackal shaman disappear out of thin air.

"How do I know that I am not a mage; maybe this guy's mana is exhausted."

Ma Long said nonsense.

Of course he knew what was going on, otherwise he would not have seen the lightning bolt and would not hide.

The world of Azeroth is a magical world. When he saw the Jackal Shaman, Ma Long suddenly remembered that he needed a way to resist spells.

But this point is very easy to solve for Ma Long, there are many skills in World of Warcraft that exist specifically for spells.

The thieves’ shadow cloak, the warrior’s spell reflection, and the death knight’s anti-magic shield.

Because I just clicked a thief’s "search" skill before, the Shadow Cloak has obviously no relationship with Ma Long; as for the magic reflection and the anti-magic shield...

One focused on defense and counterattack, and the other focused on total defense. Facing the skills of the two fighters and the death knight, Ma Long hesitated for a long time in front of the computer monitor of the system.

That's right, Paul just saw Malone in a daze, because he entered the weird skill distribution system.

But after thinking about it, Ma Long chose the skill of Anti-Magic Shield.

Although the warrior's spell reflection is easy to use, when it is actually used, it is really unbelievable and easily causes unnecessary misunderstandings.

Ma Long felt that if he provokes a mage and someone throws a fireball and reflects back, the scene is indeed too weird.

Although the anti-magic shield is a bit offensive, it is more versatile and more concealed to use. In addition, the death knight’s other skills are not easy to use before everyone, which will increase the restriction of the skills themselves. So Malone finally decided to choose the exclusive skill of the death knight as the "anti-magic shield".

Just now, Malone completely blocked the lightning bolt with an "anti-magic shield".

Of course, Malone would not tell Paul about these details. He was easily confused by his majesty as an officer and the urgent situation on the battlefield.

Although Paul thought all this was strange just now, he was not a mage after all, and he could not say too much.

The gnoll team was disintegrating, but the battle was not completely over. Therefore, Paul temporarily left the issue behind and continued to hunt down the gnoll who fled in a hurry.

The camp of the jackals was small. The fighting lasted for half an hour. After paying dozens of corpses, the jackals fled to the north.

Several soldiers of the Xiquan Garrison came to Ma Long after the Jackal retreated and joined his chief.

"Is nothing wrong?"

Paul threw away the stick in his hand and cared about his men.

"Slightly injured, but can't die."

A soldier grinned. Although he was not facing an orc, but a jackal, he was still satisfied with his performance.

"Don't take it lightly, there are probably a lot of germs on the gnoll's weapon... Anyway, after meeting with Robin and the others, remember to call Daddy Ellow to show you."

Ma Long originally wanted to say that Jackal’s weapons might infect these soldiers with "tetanus" or something, but halfway through that, he realized that "bacterial viruses" must be difficult for these soldiers to understand, so he gave up. Just told them to go to the pastor for healing.