What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Unfortunately, this level of spiritual magic is useless to me~

In this way, he raised his head and said to Sir Jacobs booth across the corridor:

"That's it?"

"You...how can you be completely fine?"

Seeing me unmoved, even smiling, the muscular grandfather's face suddenly showed a shocked expression.

"There is nothing...no...impossible, this is the seventh-order spiritual magic? Even your guild leader, it is absolutely impossible to break it lightly!"

.......

Sir Jacob took two steps back staggeringly as if the Three Views had been reshaped.

You know, this is one of the few seventh-order magics he has mastered... and one of his most proud killers.

Whenever he was in a duel with someone, he first used this seventh-order spiritual magic to shock the opponent's mind, and then took advantage of the opponent's loss of mind, unexpectedly close hand-to-hand combat, and won in one fell swoop.

He had tried this tactic countless times in battle... almost unsatisfactory.And after countless improvements and simplifications, this trick [Falling Rock Attack] was also improved by him into a seventh-order spell that can be activated with very little magic power.Even if you are behind bars and your strength is severely suppressed by the Forbidden Magic Array, you can easily release it several times.

But that's it. I have trained countless times with powerful magic, but I can't help this thin young man in front of me at all?

How can this not shock Sir Jacob?

Could it be that... this young man is actually a peerless strong man with hidden strength?

Thinking of this, Sir Jacob raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him carefully.

He quickly rejected the previous speculation.

No...impossible.... There isn't even a trace of magical fluctuations in this weird kid.How could it be a peerless powerhouse?

No...this is not good...what if he is actually a spellcaster who is far superior to him...or maybe he possesses some subtle spells that can hide his breath.

In this way, the image of Lindentu became more and more unfathomable in Sir Jacob's heart.

He took a deep breath, and finally asked in a puzzled tone:

"Boy, you...no...sir, who is it?"

......

(Linden diagram perspective)

What happened to this old boy all of a sudden?

Suddenly become so polite?Could it be that the brain has made up something strange?

In fact, when I just discovered that it was a seventh-order magic, I was still a little shocked.

However, since it is spiritual magic... then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Because... You have to believe that as a staunch Bolshevik party, his revolutionary will is as indestructible as steel, and will never waver.How could you be intimidated by the illusion created by you monsters?It's Naiyiwu...

However, it is okay for him to misunderstand.

Master, I happened to lend him a donkey from Po Xia, pretending to be a peerless powerhouse.

Maybe.... You can still fool these "land-rich anti-bad guys", smash the chains with me, and escape from this damn prison!

"Ahem..."

Thinking of this, I pretended to be mysterious, pretending to be inscrutable, shook my head and said:

"My identity...you don't need to know...you just need to understand that I have a way to take you out together, that's enough..."

26. Pesticides for the dead?!

"what did you say?"

Seeing my mysterious look, Sir Jacob really showed a look of surprise.

He looked at me up and down, and finally asked in disbelief:

"Do you really have a way to take us out?"

"Young man.... Don't you be kidding me?"

The head of the chicken god on the side also showed interest.

The success aroused their interest, not bad.

Thinking of this, I continued to maintain an unpredictable look, and shook my head lightly.

"About this... I don't need to lie to you."

With that said, I deliberately pulled the piece of clothing that was barely damaged and showed it to the Lord of Chicken God and Sir Jacob.

"Since I have a way to come in... naturally I have a way to take you out..."

The two big people in front of me are not stupid. After hearing my suggestive language, they quickly understood.

"So...you got in here to save people on purpose?"

The Lord Chicken God asked with some uncertainty.

Hey, I didn't expect this pimp guy to have a lot of imagination.

But it's okay... Since he is willing to think this way, let him radiate his imagination and continue to make up for it.

"Well... in a sense, you can say so."

I smiled and nodded, and with a vague answer, I affirmed the statement of the god of the chicken god.

"Oh I see!"

At this moment, the Violent Mage suddenly shouted with excitement.

He clasped his hands on the iron railings of the cell and shouted at me excitedly:

"The old man understands... This little friend, you must be sent by the Mage Association headquarters to save us, right?"

"Um...this..."

Seeing the excited look of the old man, I would really not know how to answer him for a while.

But before I could speak, the guy with his muscles in his head started talking to himself a lot of nonsense:

"So... you must be the vanguard sent by the headquarters? Has our reinforcements arrived? When will the offensive be launched? Do we need to join forces inside and outside?"

"What? Reinforcement from the headquarters of the association?!"

Because Jacob's voice was too loud, he awakened many people at once, and dozens of heads appeared immediately in the dark shadow, all of them leaning toward the iron fence with excitement.

"Who just said that the headquarters sent people to us? Is it true?"

The ragged wizards suddenly started talking, and the originally quiet cell suddenly became noisy.

Suddenly there was such a big movement. Now not only was the mage in the opposite cell, but the cult leader on the left and the dwarf blacksmiths on the right were also all disturbed. They all leaned against the iron fence of the cell and threw curiosities towards it. look.

"What's going on here?"

"It seems someone said... Someone outside is going to rob prison?"

"Robbery?! So, someone is coming to save us? We can finally get out of this damn cage? My goodness! Thank God Hammer!"

.....

Looking at these excited crowds, my head suddenly grew.

Special.... Can you calm down?

Such things as jailbreaking have always been a secret discussion to succeed. If you say it carelessly like you, you are not afraid to alarm the guards?Suppress you in minutes!

In desperation, I had no choice but to shout with my throat:

"Everyone is quiet! Be quiet! Don't attract those black-skinned dogs!"

But it was just a boo.

"Afraid of what they do?"

"Come on? You can't escape anyway..."

Hey, this group of **... are they stupid by Professor Yang, or are they all infected by the old boy Jacob?Why are two of them stupid like pigs?Can you understand human words?

"Quiet!"

At this moment, the Lord Chicken God patted me on the shoulder from behind:

"Young people...don't worry...unless people are mentioned to go to'electrotherapy', or even if we have a big trouble, those black-skinned dogs won't come to look at us more."

"Aren't they afraid that we would run away in the chaos?"

I asked puzzledly.

"Because... we really can't escape... even if we can break this iron railing, there is nothing we can do..."

The Lord of Chicken God said with a wry smile.

"why?"

"Because... this felon cell was built several hundred meters deep underground... it is surrounded by fully enclosed stone walls without any access to the ground. It can only be connected to the surface by a portal. .... The air is all made by magic circles."

The Lord Chicken God sighed and said:

"So, even if we really break these walls, we won't be able to escape from here... At most, it will cause a cave-in and kill ourselves..."

Damn it!The prison cell of feelings was built underground?Don’t have a way to the ground yet?

I also said that I wanted to touch the layout of the prison area and think about how to escape...but I didn't expect that there would be such a way...

I have to say that Professor Yang is really good at playing.

"Furthermore... the damn goat-headed devil is so bad that it's so bad... deliberately put people with hatreds and feasts in a cell, hoping that we would fight and kill each other... ..."

The Lord of Chicken God smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"So it's okay... Hearing the noise in the cell, those black-skinned dogs probably thought we were fighting again and were laughing up there!"

Throwing a hostile person into a cell deliberately?

Worthy of being the devil.... This trick is really dark and bad.....

But it doesn't matter... At least they now have a common goal, which is to escape here.

As long as you grasp this point and understand who is our friend and who is our enemy, even a mob of scattered sand can burst out huge combat power in an instant.

What's more, the felons detained here are all good men and believers... In a sense, they are the most destructive group in the entire Doinchi Empire.

As long as we can organize them all, everything is promising.

But before that, all I have to do is to collect as much information as possible.

Thinking of this, I first beckoned to Sir Jacob:

"Let them quiet down first, I have something to say!"

"no problem!"

The violent mage nodded, took a deep breath, and then shouted like a thunder.

"You bastards, give the old man quiet! This special envoy from the headquarters of the Mage Association has something to say!"

Special envoy from the headquarters of the Mage Association?

Forget it... Since he is willing to think so, let him go.

Sir Jacob’s thunderous voice shook the iron cage, and the huge prison soon calmed down.Following Jacob's direction, they turned their eyes to me.

"Gentlemen and ladies... Be quiet! Be quiet! I know you are all anxious...but before that, we must first understand some things!"

Seeing that the surrounding area finally calmed down, I scanned the people in the cell and said in a calm tone.

"First.... Could you please tell me why you were all captured by the Oath of Rebels...Sir Jacobs, let's start with the people of your Mage Association."

I turned my eyes to the Violent Mage.

"Why... Sigh... Speaking of... It's all to blame for President Mahuateng [Magic Game]..."

Sir Jacob said dejectedly:

"If it hadn't been for the addiction of playing Naluo Shizi [Dead Pesticide] in [Magic Net]... the old man would not have been caught by them in this shit and unreasonable [Magic Addiction Treatment Center]..."