Chapter 1,252 The Final Counterattack

"The Troubles of a Young Wizard ()"

Amidst the loud noise of "boom boom boom", mushroom clouds rose into the sky. On the flying vehicles in the sky, Lord Corleone and Knight of the Wall Temple each held a miniature magic crystal cannon and fiercely poured firepower on the ground. The deeply hidden ghouls screamed and tore into pieces.

"Sure enough, this thing is still fun. It is much stronger than the so-called dwarf musket." A curved arc appeared at the corner of the mouth of the Knight of the Wall Temple. His bloodline is a little special. The more hell demons he kills, the more gods' blessings he gets and the stronger his strength. This time in the Centaur space, his record can be said to be quite brilliant, not inferior to Lord Corleone at all.

Lord Corleone is more about commanding operations, mobilizing the power of the Centaurs, and developing the faith of the God of War by the way. He suppresses and defeats the hell demons on the battlefield and acts as the commander of the army that captures cities and territories.

The Knight of Wall Temple is different. This guy comes from an orthodox military academy. In addition to working with the Lord of Corleone to make plans, he is more often on the charge, driving small aircraft to run between battlefields.

He has contributed to the Bloodthirsty Rose Defense Line, the Holy Water Baptism, the defensive counterattack and the killing of the Hell Demon. Now he doesn't want to miss the final decisive battle, and even takes out the big killer like the micro magic cannon.

El Mammoth and Malas stepped on the flying magic slide, watching the two men with thick cannons on their shoulders, blowing the Hell Demons to pieces with mushroom clouds, and the earth was roaring. A touch of horror appeared on their faces.

Is this one of their secret weapons? But why have they never mentioned it to them? The attack power of this thing has reached the third level, right?

The two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. This kind of thing is obviously a magic creation. It is estimated that it consumes not their own fighting spirit and magic power, but magic stones. Unfortunately, the magic stone mine in their space does not exist, so they can't develop a magic civilization at all. Their concept of magic stones only exists in the ancestor's notes.

Even if this thing is borrowed, I can't use it. After all, without magic stones, this thing is just a pile of scrap metal, and it is highly likely that they will not lend me such a big killer that can pose a fatal threat to them.

Although the two sides did not break up openly, since El Mammoth rejected the step-by-step strategy of the Lord of Corleone, and since El Mammoth wanted to borrow the aircraft by force, they have broken up. It's just because they have a common enemy, the devil of hell, that they didn't turn their faces directly.

Now it seems that they do have the capital to turn their faces.

"Are we really wrong?" Compared with El Mammoth, the mature and black-bellied chief, Malas is a little immature, and his face can't help but reveal a hint of insecurity and regret.

El Mammoth chuckled, drove the magic slide closer to Maras, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Boy, there is no right or wrong. Successful people will not be blamed. As long as we can successfully expel the demons from hell and protect our home, everything we do is right. If we fail in the end, then..."

Maras was shocked, with a determined look on his face. He clenched the spear in his hand and said in a deep voice, "I will not fail! I don't want to let my relatives face the threat of the demons from hell again! I don't want to see my people sacrifice in front of me again! I want to win!"

"Okay, that's it!" El Mammoth held the bow in one hand and raised it high, his eyes a little blurred and said: "We have the power given by our ancestors, we are the masters of this world, and when we get power, we must bear the corresponding responsibilities. When we pick up the divine bow, we are destined to become heroes! Boy, are you ready? Now it's our turn."

The sound of the magic cannon bombardment gradually stopped, and the small hill on the ground was almost cut off in half, and countless potholes appeared in front of everyone. After a wave of holy water attack, the hell demon's nest finally revealed its true face.

Maras nodded fiercely,

Looking up at the high-altitude aircraft, looking at the flying magic slide under his feet, he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he and the two of them did not really break up with them. Although this group of people is small in number, they have refreshed their understanding of their strength again and again. After obtaining the spatial authority recognized by the ancestors, the gap between them and themselves may be like the current flying height.

I am just a poor boy stepping on the flying magic slide, while the other party is a tall, rich and handsome man driving an aircraft.

I am a poor boy, I don't have money to play, but I can fight hard.

I, the Centaur warrior Maras, will never admit defeat!

"Let's go!" El Mam saw that Maras, the silly boy, was excited by his tricks, and knew it was time. He roared and rushed to the ground quickly.

"Hirolu~" Maras let out a long howl, his blood-red hair fluttering in the wind, and he quickly chased after him. He seemed to like the feeling of driving the flying magic slide to chase the wind.

A Centaur warrior who doesn't chase the wind is not a qualified warrior.

"Boom!" "Boom!" With two loud noises, El Mam and Maras fell to the ground one after another, the longbow in his hand flashed, and a fighting spirit arrow shot out fiercely, "Boom!" The boulder blocking the entrance of the cave in front of him was shattered.

The strong demonic energy of hell burst out instantly, blowing their long hair back continuously. El Mammoth took a deep breath, took out a water bag from his waist and threw it hard. Then a fighting spirit slash followed, the water bag was torn into pieces, and the rich holy water spilled out.

"Go!" El Mammoth rushed in without any hesitation, with a bow and a spear in hand.

"Herod~" Maras quickly switched weapons, waving his spear and following closely. The two Centaur sky warriors who broke through the limit whizzed away, leaving only smoke and dust on the ground and gusts of wind.

On the micro-aircraft, the Lord of Corleone, the Knight of the Temple of Wall, and the slime monster Zack sat together. A mirror in front of them clearly showed everything around the two Centaur warriors. They began to bet on who could last longer, who could kill more demons of hell, and who could destroy the teleportation array.

Susan, Vivian, and Caroline sat together, and there was also a mirror in front of them. The content in the mirror was exactly the same as that of the three men.

"I bet that Maras killed more hell demons and consumed the fastest." Lord Corleone made the first bet: "Ten middle-grade magic stones."

"I bet that Maras can destroy the teleportation array, but the first person to try must be Elmammoth." The Knight of Wall Temple seemed to have something to say, "Ten middle-grade magic stones."

"I bet they can complete the task within an hour." The words of the slime monster Zach were exchanged for two pairs of middle fingers.

Facing the double contempt of Lord Corleone and Knight of Wall Temple, Zach added: "After the teleportation array is destroyed, the hell demons on the opposite side will launch a final counterattack, and then the two centaurs will be defeated cleanly."

"I bet twenty middle-grade magic stones."

Lord Corleone and Knight of Wall Temple looked at the little transparent Caroline at the same time, but the latter played with the crystal ball without saying a word, looking at the two centaurs warriors who were advancing quickly and killing the hell demons that popped out from time to time, with no expression on her face.

"I bet they can hold on for at least one day." Susan smiled and threw a magic stone.

The eyes of the Lord of Corleone and the Knight of the Wall Temple lit up at the same time: "Top-grade magic stone?!"

The slime monster Zack quietly took back the twenty pieces of medium-grade magic stones in front of him, "I quit!"

He knew the ability of the little transparent Caroline very well, and Susan dared to take out the top-grade magic stone, which only showed one thing, that she was confident! You have to know that this thing is not so easy to get. Even with two demigod-level teachers, the top-grade magic stone can't be squandered casually. Even a third-level wizard would not throw this thing away casually.

"If you are a man, you must bless!" The Lord of Corleone smiled and pushed the ten medium-grade magic stones in his hand to Susan, "I bet with you! I bet they can last for two days!"

Susan couldn't help but black line when she heard it. What she took out was the top-grade magic stone, and you, a bastard, actually wanted to bet with me with ten medium-grade magic stones, and the content of the bet was similar to mine. I said at least one day, and this bastard directly added another day on this basis.

"Then I bet two and a half days, at least." The Knight of the Wall Temple laughed: "I forgot to say that the holy water on them was provided by me, and the quantity is not only that."

"They bought two scrolls from me, which sealed the scroll of the third-level witchcraft. That was left to me by Teacher Weir for self-defense." Susan revealed a little.

"I bet they will fail before they can hold on for a day." Vivian also took out a top-grade magic stone and said lightly: "They bought a crystal stone that sealed the third-level ice witchcraft from me, which is also a treasure given to me by Teacher Weir."

The Lord of Corleone and the Knight of the Wall Temple looked at each other, "I don't know why, I suddenly felt that I was cheated by you, is it an illusion?"