Chapter 1944 Let’s Fight! Fight! Third Level versus Third Level! (10,000 Rewards Plus 1 Update)

One legendary level three, versus two legendary level three.

We also have three legendary primary casters... The Lord of Thunder glanced at Balbo and Philbi behind him, as well as Prince Rimel who did not dare to come forward in the elf ship, and silently counted in his heart:

There is also a legendary third-level dragon, a legendary second-level dragon, five or six legendary dragons, and a time dragon whose level is not easy to define.

Well, even if the dragon clan worked the entire process without contributing, and only thought about their own life safety, they should still be able to survive. Can fight.

So the Lord of Thunder sneered. With a flick of his hand, a force field rolled out, pulling the elf ship far away and pushing it towards the Kingdom of Kent:

"Go home. Children, don't get involved here!"

The elven ships flew out, flew out, flew out. In the sight of the Thunder Lord, it went from big to small, from tens of meters long, to a foot long, and then to an almost invisible dot.

Except for Prince Rimmer who was hanging on the spot, shrinking his head and hiding himself behind the dragons he knew, Little Gretel, Serira, and the few followers around Gretel had all left the battle.

Just sink into the water and dive directly, and you can go home safely... Let the legends come to the legendary battlefield, and the children should go home safely!

He breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could turn his attention back to the battlefield, a huge wave suddenly rose up on the sea in the distance, throwing the elf ship high into the air. Huge waves rolled up the ship, and it returned to the battlefield in just an instant:

On the top of the ship, there was a person standing gracefully, with his robes flying, and a colorful halo surrounding him. The elf ship was shrouded in a halo, its edges slightly blurred, and at first glance, it seemed as if it would disappear at any time.

"Why rush them away?" The man had a white beard and white hair, a ruddy complexion, and he spoke with great energy. He flew close and casually hooked Gretel out of the cabin, floating next to him:

"Christine, you are too worried about your apprentice. It's a rare big scene, it doesn't matter if he sees it!"

The Lord of Thunder's cheeks tensed slightly. Look at the young apprentice, and then look at the confident and natural speaker. After all, he didn't directly spray him back or grab the person, but bowed slightly:

"Sir Wilson, are you here in person?"

"Why are you still calling me Your Excellency?" The visitor waved his hand impatiently:

"How long have you been a legend? Your Excellency, Your Excellency, then should I call you Your Excellency? Your Excellency the Lord of Thunder, Your Excellency the Crown of the Sun, and this one..."

He turned to look at Philby, stared hard for a few times, frowned, and thought hard. After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure it out and shrugged angrily:

"What exactly is your title? It's been a few years, has it been finalized yet?"

In fact, it has already been decided. However, seeing this person talking to the teacher with a bit of a yin and yang attitude, a bit deliberately looking for trouble, and the teacher being respectful, it was obviously impossible for Philby to report her title.

She was respectful, raised her robe, and knelt down to salute:

"Your Excellency [Destroyer], thank you for traveling thousands of miles to come to our aid."

call……

Gretel relaxed everything from his shoulders to his spine, to his lumbar spine and tail vertebrae.

Being inexplicably captured from the ancient tree, his whole body tensed up. If he turned into a bear form or a leopard form at this moment, he could see all the hairs exploding into a fluffy ball.

Speaking of [The Destroyer], he knew this person. This is an old man of the Plasticity Department. Before the Lord of Thunder became a legend, he represented the Plasticity Department and sat in the Tower of Babel for a long time.

As soon as the Lord of Thunder returned, he threw away the mission and ran to another space without looking back. When he ran away, he was at the second level of Legend. News came from decades ago that he was promoted to the third level of Legend...

Level three!

Two third level!

The Lord of Thunder majors in the direction of thunder and lightning, and this Lord of Nirvana is a dual practitioner of ice and fire. The freezing of ice, the burning of fire, any direction can directly lead to disappearance, complete, nothing left...

The title [Destroyer] is a throne piled up with corpses, no, piles of ashes without even corpses. In terms of record, this one is much more brilliant than the Lord of Thunder!

"Of course I'm coming back. The old boy was fighting with me and suddenly ran away——" [Destroyer] Wilson raised his eyelids and looked at the third-level legend of the Vatican in the distance, [Protector] Ke Lemont glanced coldly:

"Of course I want to come and see what kind of evil he is doing! If you don't pay close attention, who knows if he will bully our younger generation?"

In other words, these two people are facing each other in a different space, either occupying a piece of land for development, or working hard to spread their beliefs and occupy resources. When one runs away, the other has to catch up quickly:

Keep the balance of combat power!

He must not be allowed to run away somewhere, kill a legend of his own, and then come back leisurely!

So now, the scene becomes two legendary third-level, against two legendary third-level, and then we have dragons to help out? Grete looked left and right, completely relaxed.

He moved a step to the side to give himself a better view, and even secretly looked behind:

Why did you only take yourself out?

And Serela!

Your Excellency, the Nirvana Master, the Nirvana Master, no, he may be the Senior Uncle, or something similar. No matter what, can you please help me and give Cerela a good position?

Thinking like this crazily in his heart, Gretel could only secretly glance at the Annihilator from the corner of his eyes, not daring to say a word. I have no choice, I am not familiar with it, and I am not like a teacher. If I have any ideas, I can directly make a request.

Alas, it would be great if someone could help say a word... He can exchange...

For example, "The essence of temperature is the movement of atoms. The higher the temperature, the faster the movement of atoms. This can be determined by observing the movement of atoms at extremely low temperatures..."

Such knowledge, or even suggestions, should be able to exchange His Excellency Annihilator's help and allow Cerela to safely observe the battle at a close distance, right?

"Boy, what did you just say? Go back and tell me in detail!" Lord Annihilator suddenly turned back, his eyes like cold lightning passing over Gretel:

"Who do you want to come out to watch the battle? Cerela?"

"Cerilla!" Grete nodded vigorously. There was a glimmer of light in Lord Annihilator's eyes, and Gretel almost thought that he blinked at himself quickly and whistled:

"That little girl, right? You have good eyesight! Boy, at a young age, you have to seize the time and fall in love with the best girl!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab a handful. There was a fluctuation in the void, and Cerela had already appeared in front of him. Behind him, the Elf Ship stretched out countless branches, waving and lashing wildly, looking impotent and furious.

Gretel estimated that Servilia was probably shouting: You caught me again! You arrested someone again! You grabbed someone from my body again! I hate it so much——

Grete looked away guiltily, took a step forward, took Serira's hand, and squeezed it hard. The silver dragon girl's eyes were a little bright and worried, and she leaned closer to him.

In the void, [Destroyer] Wilson had already taken a few steps forward. He and the Lord of Thunder were at each other's horns, and he and Elder Batista formed a triangle, surrounding the two third-level legends of the Holy See.

The four people were facing each other from a distance, and the fluctuations of their spells were like stormy waves, one wave higher than the other. Serila was a little frightened even when she was standing in the protective circle:

"Will there be a fight? There will be a fight soon, right?"

"I don't think so..."

Grete opened the telepathic connection and communicated with her carefully. Although within the protection circle of the legendary third level, speaking with a spiritual connection is no different from speaking loudly in other people's ears, but at least you should respect the legendary third level opposite, right?

"Oh? Why?"

Serira expressed joy in one part and sorrow in the other. Fortunately, there won't be a fight, and both sides won't attack with all their strength. Then, her mother, her relatives, and the dragons of the same race won't be involved in the war, won't be injured or even die;

Worry is also here - don't fight? Don't want to fight? It's rare to have such a comparison of strength. If everyone works hard and kills the legendary third-level opponent, the advantage will be expanded!

The annoying Holy See of Glory, the annoying people with white light on their bodies, it’s best to get rid of them all!

"There are too many people... Four legendary third-levels, plus the dragons, there are too many variables in the fight." Gretel frowned. Four legendary third-level battles, 2v2 all-out battle, anything can happen...

Whether it's the teacher or the Lord of Annihilation, they hope to be as safe as possible, with as few deaths and injuries as possible. Especially in this fight, it's really hard to say how many dragons who have not reached the legendary level will die!

And what about the other party? Gretel didn't believe that the other party was willing to fight them hastily at such a disadvantageous place!

"Let us go." After a moment of silence, [Destined One] Paul spoke again:

"The promise I just made is still valid. The lords of the Askan Territory can continue their rule, and the Holy See will not pursue the past - if this is not agreed, then we can only go to war with all our strength!"

"Askan collar?"

[Destroyer] Wilson looked at the Lord of Thunder, and the Lord of Thunder looked at his disciple. For a moment, Grete, who was irritated by several glances, had to pull twice and forced himself forward:

"It seems that the lord of the Askan Territory has the final say on matters concerning the Askan Territory... that..."

A big hand in the void appeared, reached out and fished it out, and the ancient elf tree was fished to the side of the battlefield from thousands of meters away. The ship unfolded, and [White Wolf] William and [Big Bear] Albery walked to the side of the ship:

"The Holy See won't pursue it? Then, can we ask for some protection?"

"What guarantee?"

"We hope that the Magic Council can openly build a magic tower in the Ascan Territory to keep magicians." [White Wolf] William shouted out loudly:

"Otherwise, we cannot believe that the Holy See will not take action against the Ascan Territory, whether publicly or privately! Never!"