Versatile Mage

“You are inevitably too small to tear apart my golden bear claws in this world...” Younger's eyes naturally fell on Morvan's chest armor as he laughed.

However, he did not see the armor tear at all, blood flowing across, Movan stood there at the good end, on his gorgeous black chest, let alone torn apart, not even a basic mark!

Still so smooth and bright, it's still so metallic, just like it just came out of a refinery oven.

Younger tried very hard to recall whether the other party had just used any magic to offset the brutality of his Holy Bear, but he clearly remembered that the other party had eaten his heavy claw, and that the golden claw print burst really hit his chest.

Why isn't it working at all?

It feels like Younger's eyes are about to burst out like goldfish, just want to see a little trace of his attack on Movan's chest, otherwise it hurts my self-esteem!

“What a piece of equipment you are!” Younger gave up and asked angrily.

Movan is too lazy to answer, anyway, soon Younger will feel the oppression of this black dragon costume!!

As soon as the dragon boots stepped, Movanized into a black dragon, full of power killed in front of Younger, this speed reached the ultimate of some wind spells without using any magic.

Mofan held his arm into fists, and for a time those precise air holes above his arm absorbed the surrounding airflow, and eventually gathered together in his fist position.

The whole arm was suddenly given a giant dragon wind, and when I saw the fist swing out, the giant dragon wind pouring out of the fist rolled up one layer after another to destroy the fist wave, raw to blow the golden holy bear upside down.

Younger has turned into a flaming gold shield with at least a golden flame. In this defensive posture, even a monarch-level collision may cause the monarch to injure several bones. But the fist of the dragon is more powerful than those fierce demonic beasts, and the flaming gold shield cannot resist.

“Boom!!!! ”

Younger fell, surrounded by the vast ruins of a boxing wind, as if a giant dragon was really waving the wings of the sky from here through the hegemony.

He was sore and his legs were shaking and climbing.

The beast of the Holy Bear, wrapped in a golden flame, showed some debris, and Younger had to bite his teeth, awakening as much of the blood of the Holy Bear as possible to make his body look less than half a bear.

Is it true that the other party gets this outfit?

Younger no longer thought so, wounded him, began to have some awe for Movan.

Too light an enemy, Old Santer is right, this is a strong man!

“Dragon, I can't think of anything other than a giant dragon comparable to my Holy Bear.” Younger said with great certainty.

“Count you in.” Movan laughed.

His costume is not only a giant dragon, but also a black dragon of the highest descent among the giant dragons!

Red Dragon, Green Dragon, Flying Dragon, Red Dragon cannot be compared to Black Dragon.

So unless Younger can make Orcs into bright golden dragons, a Nordic bear won't be enough.

“Dragonbone trample! ”

Movan jumped and appeared above Younger.

At a height of 100 meters, Movan in the black devil's costume hurled down a giant dragon's figure. The dragon spins over Younger's head like that, infinitely oppressing Younger!

“Boom!!!!!! ”

This step, the landslide split, hundreds of nearby buildings turned into dust at the same time, which is absolutely comparable to the presence of a giant dragon, river fault, and the collapse of mountain forests.

Younger couldn't move, he stood there trampling the area, his body fell severely with the ground, and when he fell to the bottom, all five dirty hearts were about to be shaken, bones were no longer sore, but scattered!

Without the body of this golden bear, he feels that he has long become a beach of meat and mud, such a wild power of hegemony. You know, a strong man like Younger, with Orc blood, can no longer be called a pure magician.

In Northern Europe, those weak wizards, in front of people like him, are a bunch of mosquitoes that can shoot themselves to death, even if they encounter a superb archmage, like giant bears and wild dogs, and crush them absolutely.

But after teaching this person the means of violence in front of him, Younger realized that there are still more fierce magicians in the East than their Nordic holy bear. He punched and kicked him without a word and tried to kill him.

If he did it himself, there were no marks on his armor.

He basically broke a broken bone when he did it.

How else to fight?

……

Movan, following the cracks in the mountain forest, intends to kill Younger.

To be honest, the black dragon suit is so fierce that Movan himself didn't think of it. After all, he didn't even carry out a spell. It's just a real giant dragon attachment, one punch and one foot, and it's all a landslide crack.

A golden flame, swayed in the cracks of the rock, Movan chased the past, transformed his armor into the shape of a black dragon's claw, and the dragonbone boots under his feet quickly changed, blending with the earth a black shadow, which made Movan's actions begin to drift away.

“Running away?? ”

Movan approached and found out that the flame was not Younger, who was like a bear skin throwing his cavity on the ground, not knowing when to slip away in panic.

“The Nordic Holy Bear, formerly of mighty golden blood, is the groundhog, and the ability to drill a hole and escape is hard for ordinary people to learn.” Movan couldn't help but laugh when he saw a hole not far away.

Movan doesn't drill holes.

Anyway, how Younger runs is basically fleeing over Pingshan and rendezvous with his other brothers.

All Movan has to do is follow the mountain lane.

Younger, in fact, didn't escape very far. He heard Movan say that, and that face turned pig liver color.

The most courageous fighting organization in Northern Europe has been described as a groundhog, and the deviation is irrefutable.

“If you come up, I will show you the real Nordic Holy Bear!!” Younger was a distance away and yelled.

“You know, I'm a magic trick, and it won't last long, so what's the difference between deliberate delay and admitting defeat?” Movan responded.

“So the left-hand side of the door like you can't compare to the blood of my Holy Bear, especially since we, the Holy Bear brothers, would not have fought alone.” Younger growled furiously.