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Volume 1 Chapter 143 Fight, it¡¯s all about life and death

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    Chapter 143 Fight, it¡¯s all about life and death

    Perhaps it is an exaggeration to describe the Druid in the forest as being like a fish in water, but it is already quite close to what is happening at the moment.  Even when he was retreating in embarrassment, Kesol's speed was much faster than the boy who was trying to rush over again, but in one breath, he had already opened a "safe" distance that was not too far or too close.

    Seeing that it seemed that he could no longer get close enough to resolve the battle quickly, Sebastian squinted his eyes and looked at the slightly embarrassed Kesol, but he did not force it.

    "Young man, do you know what you are doing? This is naked blasphemy!" Without bothering to tidy up his appearance, Kesol stared angrily at the young man opposite him and shouted loudly, "Is it possible?  Are you planning to fight against the entire world on your own?"

    "It's really interesting. How come I don't know, since when did any insignificant little character start speaking freely to represent the whole world? Even the gods probably don't have this qualification. Are you crazy enough to think that?  Are you above the gods?" Sebastian's mouth twitched slightly, and he said sarcastically, "Since you are the leader of your group, don't tell me that you don't know the goal of your trip.  Could it be that you are only allowed to attack my territory, but I am not allowed to seek justice? How can there be such a good thing in this world?"

    "Quisy! After all, you are also a magician. Don't you dare to admit what you have done?" Kesol retorted without hesitation, "Or are you planning to deny that you sent someone to destroy our mission in Tucker?"  Sharos¡¯ action?¡±

    "If you have the ability, you can go directly to the Saurons Master Tower to take revenge. Your information collection work is not so bad that you don't know that it is a mission issued by the Master Tower, right?" Sebastian snorted coldly.  , said disdainfully, "No, you didn't. You only dared to come to me, who didn't even go out to perform the mission in person. The Cult of Heavenly Punishment is just a group of cowards! 'Persimmons only pick the soft ones', this move  But my natural magic is much better than yours."

    "Blasphemer, you dare to slander the cult!" The boy's words were enough for those fanatical believers. Xor pointed forward and screamed regardless of the image, "In the name of the Guardian of Balance, you must  You will pay for what you have done!¡±

    Facing the almost crazy accusation from the middle-aged man, the young man suddenly smiled.

    "You've been playing the trick of delaying time for long enough. Are you almost ready to use your trump card? If you wait any longer, I'm starting to get a little impatient." He smiled and looked at the man whose expression changed after his worries were revealed.  Kesol waved his hand gently, "Tonight, you and I are nothing more than life or death, that's all. Those high-sounding principles are meaningless to spellcasters like us, so it's okay not to say them."

    "Young manshould I praise your confidence, or should I laugh at your arrogance?" Kesol quickly recovered and sneered, "You have just been promoted to a magician. There will be a series of events tonight.  After the battle, you probably have very few spell slots left, right? What is it that makes you so sure of your victory?"

    "The answer is very simple, that's because" Sebastian murmured in a low voice, "You and I are not from the same world"

    It has to be said that although there is nothing incorrect in what the young man said, it is really difficult for the listener to accept it.

    "You will pay the price for your arrogance." After a brief silence, extreme shame filled Kesol's chest in an instant, and even his voice was filled with great anger.  Trembling, "Akaron, in the name of the Balancer, I mark the man in front of me as the enemy of the world!"

    The left hand hidden behind his back was raised high, and Kesol held a bunch of bright white mistletoe tightly.  And this plant, which is sacred in the eyes of many people, is fluttering and spreading a faint green light dust at this moment.

    Just as priests need to use the holy symbols of the gods they believe in as beacons and channels to receive sacred energy, natural magic and the magic given by gods also have the same purpose. All kinds of different plants are used by druids.  They are widely used to perform specific natural magic.  Among them, mistletoe and oak trees, as the most common magic weapons, play a particularly important role.

    Automatically without wind, the light dust scattered on the mistletoe branches in Yuxor's hand seemed to be alive, suddenly spread out, covering a large area around it.  The next moment, in just the blink of an eye, they had quickly and quietly integrated into every plant in sight.  Whether it is the towering giant trees, the swaying green grass, or even the thorny branches that were forcibly spawned by Kesol's previous magic, they are all covered with a layer of light green.

    Green is the color of nature, also??The symbol of growth of all things.  Kesol's long-awaited magic seemed to give life to the forest on behalf of the supreme god.  The young man standing in the forest at this moment is the enemy of the entire forest!

    The thorny branches that had been static because of the end of the magic-generating effect of Kesol were now growing crazily again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.  The sharp long grass that was standing straight on the ground began to actively roll towards Sebastian like a soft sword.  The surrounding trees seemed to have intelligence, and their branches were swaying and intertwined, seeming to slowly and quickly droop down, like a huge canopy, covering the young man's head.

    An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.  Although the essential magic effects are quite similar, the visual effects of the ordinary entanglement spell used by the female Owad named Sheila and the natural magic ultimate move used by Kesor with the powerful magic weapon at this moment can only be seen in terms of visual effects.  , that is simply one is the sky and the other is the earth, completely incomparable.

    Sure enough, perhaps as every experienced adventurer on the continent knows, it is indeed not a wise idea to provoke a druid in the forest.

    The narrow space is filled with overwhelming crazy plants. No matter which direction you avoid, it seems that the only result is to be tightly entangled.

    However, Kesol himself, who had single-handedly caused this oppressive effect, was staring at the young man not far away, not daring to be careless at all.  With rich combat experience, he knew very well that almost no one could thoroughly investigate what spells a qualified magician mastered.  Before the magician exhausts his last spell slot, no one is sure whether these mysterious guys still have the ability to make a comeback.  The three team members who came with Kesol have once again profoundly confirmed this to him with their lives.

    As expected, facing the overwhelming activated plants, the young man didn't even show the slightest emotion.  The short spell was accompanied by a faint flash of light, and in the next second, Sebastian had disappeared without a trace.

    Having lost their designated target, the movements of the activated plants seemed to be hesitant and sluggish.  The tip of the thorn was dangling in mid-air, and I didn't know where to extend it.

    "Escaped? No! Impossible!" Almost immediately, Kesol denied the conclusion he had drawn immediately without hesitation, "Where? He has no ability to use long-distance teleportation, nor does he use magic items.  The action cannot go too far."

    Suddenly, like thunder striking his spine, an icy chill penetrated into Kesol's bone marrow.  He raised his head subconsciously like a conditioned reflex, and the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a large amount of blood surged into his brain.  Perhaps it was just Kesol's illusion, but the whole world around him seemed to slow down.

    In a place higher than the crowns of these tall trees in the forest, the young man who had just disappeared was floating quietly in the dim night sky. His dark robe harmoniously blended into the background night, almost invisible to the naked eye.  .  A golden light spot the size of a soybean lit up from the young man's fingertips. At first glance, it seemed as if it was weightless, falling slowly and lightly from the sky.

    For any adventurer who has ever personally fought a magician and survived, this seemingly inconspicuous little dot of light is deeply impressive.  Nothing else, just because basically all formal magicians can play this trick.  It is precisely because of this widely learned spell that magicians have established their title of "mobile forts on the battlefield" among the vast lower class of soldiers - although the vast majority of magicians remain in this field throughout their lives.  There is no chance to actually go to the battlefield where the two armies are fighting head-on.

    Fireball, a third-level standard arcane spell - there is no corresponding version among divine spells. Not only is it powerful and covers a wide area, but it also rarely has a far enough range. Any magician who has the ability to use it can use it without any obstacles.  Throw it over two hundred meters.  If there is no need to accurately pass through a certain small hole, then after the distance and height of the fireball burst are specified during the casting phase, there is no such thing as missing.  Of course, even if it is slightly higher, very few people can escape safely from the scope of the flame explosion in that short moment.

    In Kesol's sight, the light spot that contained a great threat did not fall very fast, but his reason told him clearly that this sense of comfort was just his own illusion.  Perhaps due to the explosion of potential, the speed of thinking seemed to exceed the normal state at this moment, so the small light spots that were originally faster than arrows were able to be captured by his own eyes.  However, no matter how fast his thinking was, Kesol's body obviously couldn't keep up with that speed. Every move he made seemed to be stuck in a sticky quagmire, extremely slow and unnatural.

      With no time to carefully comprehend this rare experience, and no time to complain a few words, Kesol struggled to control his suddenly unfamiliar body and threw himself desperately to the back.  Not only that, under the control of the mistletoe magic weapon, the thorn bushes spread crazily towards the sky, waving their branches in an attempt to detonate the falling fireball first in mid-air.  At the same time, the bushes tangled and twisted behind Kesol, hastily forming a specious green barrier to protect him from behind.

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