The Amber Sword

Port Fatan, Baron Ludwig Castle, Second Floor Corridor--

At a moment when the word 'take’ came out of Brando's mouth, the syllable of the word seemed to stretch indefinitely, and his body was tilted and stretched in one direction. At that moment, a strange shadow appeared in Merietra's field of view, and she turned her head subconsciously, almost unconsciously, and the field of view had reached the rear of the body's side. She felt bad right away, what speed it was, and had already passed the limit of her conscious response. Merriet subconsciously stretched out her right hand, her five fingers flattened, and then held tight, and a glittering spear appeared in her palm.

She waved her opposite hand, and the spear tip drew a bright arc in that direction, and the spear tip seemed to hit something, and it burst open in the middle of the air, and the scattered debris was like splashed splashes of water, frozen in an instant, making a squeaky sound, growing a hemispherical frost shield. This is a five-ring spear. It is a defensive elemental magic. Merriet can carry out this spell without having to recite a spell. It can be seen that she is not only in the field of witches, but also in elemental magic.

She was convinced that her spell had hit Brando. Though it was not expected that a silver peak spell would cause enough trouble for each other, the frost shield produced by the cold spear was extremely thick, and the accompanying diffuse cold air could reduce the speed and power of the surgeon. This was not ordinary ice dust, but rather the winter cold summoned by the wind element position storm Mountain, the ice element magic carried out by the deep magician could even freeze the rule itself. Although Merriet's own element magic could not yet do this, she was confident that Brando could be stopped for a moment.

She let go decisively, the frost shield walked away, and then took a step back, one hand drawing a symbol in the air that represented rest, the other hand flat out, the palm down, the illusion of a magic instrument floating in that place.

This is the true word of the witch, who summons her own spirit.

Merriet actually saw Brando this time.

The cold spear she threw out actually worked, hitting the target precisely - or, to be exact, that direction, and Brando was already moving beyond her visual limit and simply couldn't aim. But Merriet was, after all, one of the most powerful witches of her time, and she had fought hundreds of millions of battles without subconscious judgment.

Merriet smiled proudly, fingering down, like opening an invisible door, a force of oppression that suddenly appeared in space: that was her Cherin, Ayesh, a warrior with centuries of wisdom.

Time is fixed at this moment.

The next moment Merriet's pupil suddenly magnified, and she looked in horror and saw Brando step forward, flat out his left hand without holding the sword, pressing on her frost shield, the hand touched the frost shield, the winter cold summoned from the storm to stop the holy mountain had no effect, but the cold air diffused on the frost shield, as if afraid of something, was automatically dispersed.

Brando looked up and smiled at the witch: "Nice spell.” He pressed his hand against the frost shield, raised his right hand, raised his chest high, and a crisp sound of 'boom' sounded. The thick frost shield was fragile in front of this punch as if it were a piece of glass, and the land collapsed in an instant, turning into rising ice dust and shooting forward.

“The will barrier!” A blow in Merriet's head blew up, her incredible look on her face, not knowing whether the Count was actually a painstaking monk or hallucinating herself, she subconsciously wanted to go back, but Brando's cold face shouted: "Frost earth.” Brush, a white frost with an ice cream spike burst around him in all directions, not a moment past Merriet's ankle, the witch pulled her foot, the thread under her foot did not move, yet she felt a heavy blow to the face.

The magician was punched in the face by the warrior. Just look at the scene and you'll understand. Even with a frost shield as a buffer, Brando still punched Merriet in the air. Merriet had previously been unable to pull her feet out of the frost field of the Frost Land Defense, but Brando directly flew her out of the frost field with the ice under her feet. The witch flew several rounds in the air like a sandbag, then screamed heavily on the ground in the distant corridor. The crushed ice fell on the ground, and she bounced several rounds on the ground before stopping on a stone column.

Seeing this scene, Flo was already stuck, although rarely saw lords beating women, but he really started to do it, it really didn't pity Xiangxiaoyu at all.

Roman straightened his tongue.

“Cough," Merriet vomited a lot of blood, and she finally had the power of the near-extremes so she didn't get hit directly in the head by this punch, but forgive me, but she was still badly wounded and her nose and orbit were all bleeding out. She took so much effort to barely climb out of the ground and looked resentfully at Brando, who was stopped in front by four of her own men.

The power and speed of this level will never belong to those who have only begun to enter the realm, and this is clearly the power of the second world - White Tao Villa, the side of truth. However, according to the data, this young man's element of enlightenment is only six months old. How could he have entered the side of truth so quickly? Merriet was deeply skeptical. Previously, Brando had exceeded her visual limit, and it was much simpler than just the side of the truth. She was a witch, but as a strong man of extreme boundaries, few people could have left her unresponsive.

“Damn...”

She hates it in her heart.

At the same time, Brando is also frustrated.

He was stopped by four witches brought by Merriet, four young witches cautiously between Merriet and Brando, each holding a spell in his hand. Brando, even if he did not see them in his eyes, was not arrogant enough to be one of the four enemies. He knew that the witches accompanying Merriet were the hearts and minds of the inherited witches and often held a high place among the witches of a subdivision.

Corresponding, of course, with the corresponding strength.

They may not be as powerful as Merriet on their own, but four people together are almost half as good as a lying witch.

Brando paused silently, but his eyes were still on Merriet not far away. In fact, he was not as relaxed as he appeared to be at this moment. As the most powerful trinity of witches of this era, a lying witch would never be nameless. He had taken advantage of it before, not only because Merriet had eaten a great deal of information asymmetry, but also because of his extraordinary willpower.

His will barrier is enough to immunize him from most of the magic below the ten rings, not to mention a five-ring cold spear in the district. Such a level of will is rare even in a bitter monk, not to mention appearing in a young man like him, which Merrier did not expect, and is entirely justified.

But they can only be used once.

The power on the side of truth is strong, but it is not enough to see in front of Merriet, a witch of extreme standards, and there is no way around the will barrier, otherwise there is no way for the witches to take on a high-will opponent? Brando knew very well that an experienced opponent like Merriet, once he had figured out his trick, would have a rough time next.

Besides, this is the home of Merriet.

It's just a shame that this old witch wasn't beaten to death. Brando couldn't help but be very upset. Of course, he also knew that this was a strange thing. Those who existed beyond the extreme realm did not have centuries of combat experience. How could he be so easily punched to death? Even if Merriet stepped into his predesigned trap, it might have been an unexpected thing to punch the latter into serious injury in this situation.

However, this is not the case at the moment.

He still has the cards.

Brando looked at the four young witches who had stopped in front of him, silent, but his eyes beat deep and lit a flame.

“This is…” Merriet felt a little strange surrounding the atmosphere, and suddenly she reacted: “This is the king's inheritance! Damn it, stop him--! ”

Four witches sang spells simultaneously, four binding spells - four binding spells, two targeting Brando, and two targeting Roman and Flo. The spell pointing to Brando, before waiting for Brando's body, hit an invisible barrier and smashed into pieces, pointing to Flo's, the wild elf girl reacted very quickly, she raised her cold face to the silver staff in her hand, her mouth chanting the spell nearly twice as fast as the other, the other witch's binding spell had just formed, however, a round of a law formation of complex silver wire had been generated in the head of Flo's wand, she reached out her finger, and the same law formation floated under the witch's feet. “The Great Salrod Fire Column!” The witch couldn't help but scream and twist her face a little weird. She probably didn't even dream that this seemingly mediocre wild elf girl would do the seven-ring fire-element spell, and the speeds of application would be so fast.

The witch couldn't care less to maintain the spell, the opposite hand patted on her body, I don't know what kind of magical object it inspired, a light blue light mask quickly spread around her body, at a time when a golden red light column with a strong glimmer fell from the sky, accurately hitting the top of the blue light mask.

As soon as the fire column hit the light mask, a round of shock waves formed, and the hot air waves swept across the corridor at visible speeds to all sides, brushing over the entire corridor. The blue light mask bent and deformed under the impact of the fire column, changing from the original hemisphere shape to a flat disc shape, and a hexagonal crack soon appeared on the light mask, along which the fire column cut the light mask apart, fragmenting the light mask, and the bursting flame was like a fiery sharp knife, cutting into the witch's shoulder, gassing one of her arms into flying ash.

The Greater Salrod Fire Column, the most aggressive magic of the seven-ring element magic, is legendary invented by Salrod, Lord of the Fire Elves. This magic summons the flame spear of the extraordinary fire of the fire element world and is the most direct and brutal offensive magic.

The two sides fought only between the flints, and at such a moment's delay, Brando and Merriet had each completed their preparations.

A pair of black wings rose behind Brando.

Meanwhile, a mist rises from this long corridor.

Though seriously injured, Meriet had already completed the ritual of summoning the Qi Ling before she was injured, and the spirit named Ayesh had appeared behind her, and she reached out her finger and used the power of the Qi Ling to complete the final stage of the dream spell. Dreams, witches think that dreams are a mirror that can map people's subconscious feelings. In the dream world, the sensual feelings far outweigh the sensual feelings. Therefore, the world tends to be strange and random. Witches can manipulate dreams, and can manipulate people's hearts. Dreams can be divided into nightmares and dreams even if they are hasty. Some dreams can release people's inner desires. Some dreams can reflect disturbing scenes in reality. False dreams can induce people to indulge in them.

And Merietra's dream is a maze ——

The ‘maze of the righteous’.

Among the witches of December, the fraudulent witches of the Moon of Lies possess the realm of integrity and wisdom, and the mysteries they weave have no traps of crisis, no seductive illusions, and are the simplest of all the witches' dreams, but in this dream the witches in charge of the dreams possess a terrible ability.

That is, the ability to present the illusion conditionally, because the illusion is the substance that really exists in this dream, and therefore it is no longer bound by spell conditions, nor is it offset by a will barrier.

Merrier had no expression on her face, she reached out her right hand, wrapped her hand around an ice cream whirlwind, and then she reached back into the center of the whirlwind and pulled back a glittering spear -- this spear, no longer that simple five-ring spell, it was Leonard, the tip of the clouds, the divine soldier of Frost Giant Cormir. In ancient mythology, Komir, the father of the giant, pulled out the mountain peak of Lednar Mountain and fought with Kowal, the eldest daughter of Essex. This peak is the tip of the spear cloud. The ice fog surrounding the tip of the cloud fog was the cold wind that surrounded the top of the mountain in that year. Between the ice fog, you can also see the shadow of Feilong and the elements living on the mountain.

Brando looked closely at the spear in Merriet's hand and saw the shadow of the ice fog and the flying wind dragon surrounding the tip of the gun.

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