Chapter 878 Little Gretel Is Good, Passed the Test

Grete sat precariously on the deer's back. With a grimace, he took something out of his pocket:

"[Time Barrier] The pendant given by Your Excellency... put it on. Elemental endurance is useless when it is useless, but it is of great use when it is useful..."

"[Song of Deep Blue] Put on the bracelet given by Your Excellency... Tsk, it's so big and heavy that I can't even lift my arms... But [Water Wall Technique] is really useful..."

"[Philosopher's Rose] Put on the tie clip given by Your Excellency... If you don't have a tie, forget about it. Just clip it anywhere. It's a powerful tool to resist mental shock!"

"Do you want to release the skeletons sent by His Excellency the Immortal? It's better to release them. Ao Nijin is also very good at fighting. If it doesn't work, you can still block it..."

Really, this is already the rear area, why would there be an enemy invasion and ask him to come over to support! What are the fleets and blockades in front doing to eat...

He can't fight...

Although, Gretel also knew that as an eighth-level mage, he should already be one of the strongest fighting forces in the nearby area.

Even if Serira doesn't transform into a dragon and join the battle, it shouldn't be a problem for him, Bernard, and Appa to cooperate with each other and defeat a team of 5 people at the same level. If you face relatively low-level and large-number opponents, you can even fire fireballs and bombard them indiscriminately...

Of course, the premise of all this is to ensure that you survive. And survive——?

After two months of training by Old Morgan, as well as special training by the battle mage sent by the parliament. After receiving countless beatings, Grete understood one thing deeply:

People like him can't develop their fighting instincts even if they start practicing all night long. That's not something that happens in a day or two. It needs to be practiced over time, in the wild, in the city, and on the battlefield, risking your life.

Some people grind it out, and some people die immediately.

In the end, the advice given by Old Morgan and the Battle Mage was to follow the normal path of a mage steadily. Equip a full shield, and then install seven or eight trigger spells. When in danger, hide behind the warrior and then attack.

Don't show off your talents, don't show off your skills. The kind of play style of teleporting, rushing to the center of the enemy to open the ice ring, and then teleporting back again is really not suitable for you...

So Grete decided to listen to others and eat enough. After putting on all the magic props that can be worn, I started to apply defensive spells layer by layer.

Slap the shield on yourself, slap the shield on Bernard, slap the shield on Apa, and slap the shield on Cerela deliberately. Oxygen?

Forget about O'Neajin, the shields he knows are either of no use to O'Neagin, or have some counterproductive effects.

Stoneskin, increased resistance, beam deflection, arrow reversal, repelling shield, radiant shield, high mage armor...

Well, after training during this period, I only have a variety of shield techniques, and I have become very proficient in them. Shields at level 3 and below can basically be cast instantly, and level 4 defensive spells have a casting time of no more than three seconds.

Anyway, he has a strong spirit and a sufficient wallet - which means he has enough materials, so he can buy a few more shields. Hmm, sense of security +1, +1, +1, +1... With so many shields spawned, it should be possible to withstand the first wave, right?

"The target is on guard."

In the jungle above the mountain road, three operatives from the Glorious Holy See were lying behind the big trees, staring at the approaching figures without blinking. The bishop no longer turned his rosary beads, but lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was locking the four directions with his spiritual power;

The archer has already removed the stick-like thing, put on the bow string, and set up the arrow. At this moment, I was listening to what was going on below, but I didn't dare to look directly with my eyes;

Only the warrior bowed slightly, took off the heavy sword and held it in his hand, gritting his teeth. After nearly an hour of searching, they finally confirmed that something happened to two teammates——

Clothing fragments, blood stains, traces of explosive battles. Although I don’t know why they left or why they suddenly broke out, it is obvious that these two combat forces are no longer needed, and the enemy may have been alerted...

"I know that thieves are unreliable... thieves are unreliable, and neither is that angry guy. In short, only people from the Holy See are reliable..."

The warrior muttered under his breath. The archer pursed his lips tightly, restraining himself from making any sound. The bishop remained silent, checked the blessing spells on everyone for the last time, and whispered:

"As soon as the mage passes the turning point below, take action immediately."

"yes!"

"yes!"

A gentle response. The forest immediately became quiet, with only the gentle sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed to a minimum. Everyone removed their eyes and glanced at the team below with their peripheral vision:

The barbarian warriors were all covered in steel armor, carrying bone clubs, looking left and right, and striding through the curves;

The mage was riding on the back of a giant deer, his shoulders were tense, and he was holding a small stick of something unknown in his hand;

The elf beauty rode a snow-white unicorn, walking lightly behind the mage, looking around. The long bow on his back was like a decoration, with no intention of taking it off.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

"[Legal Order·Shock]!"

The bishop suddenly opened his eyes and pointed downward. An invisible and formless magic shot out of his hand and headed straight for Gretel on the deer's back. Without waiting for confirmation of the effect, the second magical spell follows:

"[Divine Punishment]!"

Grete, who was on the deer's back, had suddenly raised his head. The two shields were shattered at the same time, the [Endless Ink Pen] lit up, and the [Philosopher's Rose] tie clip given by Your Excellency was attached to the skin of the chest, and it instantly became hot... There is an enemy!

It's a spiritual attack!

"Did you react? It's not slow."

On the rocks in the distance, Archmage Philbi, who was watching from a distance with his magic, nodded with a smile.

Whether it is relying on magic equipment, or whether someone else is using the attack spell without using magic spells and is just busy controlling it, you can react after the opponent's first attack and barely pass...

Well, next, it depends on his fighting qualities.

As soon as Grete slapped the Silver Moon Deer, he immediately activated the teleportation technique. However, the speed of escape is already a little slower than the enemy's attack. A bright, bowl-thick white light struck from the air!

The ray is deflected and broken!

The repulsion shield is broken!

The radiant shield is broken!

The high mage's armor is broken!

The level 6 Divine Punishment Technique, used by the senior bishop of the Glory Holy See, is simple and simple, without any tricks. It looked like just a white light, but four consecutive layers of third-level and fourth-level magic shields were continuously penetrated like paper!

However, these shields are not all... [Endless Ink Pen] lights up slightly, [Mage Armor] bounces up and breaks; [Force Field Shield] triggers; [Water Wall Technique] triggers...

The protective artifacts crafted by the legendary mage are truly extraordinary. Both are fourth-level spells, [Force Field Shield] withstood the Divine Punishment for one breath, and then penetrated silently; [Water Wall Technique] had already filled its position, and withstood it for another two breaths.

And within these three breaths, there was a sound of a string, accompanied by the shadow of an arrow that seemed to transcend the sound, heading straight for Gretel:

"Zheng!"

The archer's first long arrow leaves the string. The warrior grasped the heavy sword tightly, stepped on the ground, and rushed out bravely.

However it was too late. Three breaths of time were enough for Cerela to react, and she jumped up angrily:

"Roar--"

A huge adult dragon, shining with silver light, appeared on the mountain road, with a breath of dragon in front of him.

The arrow advanced, advanced, and then was wrapped in layers of extremely cold dragon breath and covered with layers of frost. When it hit the silver dragon, it had turned into a long stick.

The silver dragon scales dented slightly and rebounded. Cerira was motionless and unscathed.

The soldier stopped urgently, but it was already too late. There was a crunch under the feet, and they were covered with a thick layer of frost. He stamped his feet with all his strength, broke away from the ice, turned around and ran away:

Damn it, Silver Dragon!

Where did the silver dragon come from!

This battle is unwinnable!

"It's pretty good. Being able to reach the top of the little silver dragon is also a victory." In the distance, Archmage Philbi nodded with a smile:

"Little Gretel, let's go see you next. Don't capsize in the stinky ditch~~~"

Gretel: "..."

Gretel said nothing, jumped off the Silver Moon Deer, and filled himself with defensive spells. Then, he squatted on the spot and curled up into a ball:

Cerela, just fight, don't step on me!

Fortunately, the silver dragon was still somewhat rational despite his rage. Cerela flapped its wings and rose slightly upward, hanging at a low altitude of about five meters. The slender dragon's neck turned left and right, and followed the direction where the offensive smell was most concentrated, and took another mouthful of dragon's breath.

The bishop's face was ashen. I don’t know if it’s the cold, the anger, or the fear:

He himself is only level 12, the warrior at the front is level 13, and the archer is level 12 - and the silver dragon in front of him looks like an adult dragon, definitely level 15 or higher!

Why does such a dragon appear here?

Whoever is responsible for gathering information and who is responsible for gathering information should be cut to pieces! You should mourn in the Lord’s holy flame for eternity, and continue to mourn until the end of the world!

The white light around him was extinguished, and the sacred shields were shattered layer by layer in the extremely cold dragon's breath. The bishop gritted his teeth, grabbed the rosary on his wrist, and pulled hard:

The thread running through the rosary suddenly broke. These rosary beads did not fall to the ground one after another. Instead, they floated and formed a three-layered ring around him. The rays of light intertwined between the rosary beads, forming a mysterious magical array, which actually blocked the dragon's breath from outside:

"Come back! Let's go!"

he shouted. This rosary was passed down to him by his teacher, a 15th-level cardinal, and had been blessed by him through years of prayer. In a short period of time, blocking the silver dragon's attack is not a problem——

The warriors and archers turned and fled. Three steps, two steps, one step, and he was about to hit the magical array. Behind him, there was a sound of broken branches and broken wood, and the silver dragon's huge front claws had already grabbed it:

"when!"

The warrior had no choice but to turn around, swing his sword, and take a blow. Under the huge force of the shock, he vomited blood on the spot and fell backwards. Seven or eight rosary beads were pressed by his body and left the formation at an angle.

Seeing the magic circle begin to dim and shake, the bishop narrowed his eyes, took out a crown from his arms, and put it on his head viciously. The thorns under the crown pricked his skin on the spot, leaving a gush of blood and igniting white flames on the top of the crown——

"Cerela! Increase! Spell attack!"

A shout came from the mountain road. The silver dragon flapped its wings and rose again, leaving the top of the treetops. At the same time, a vine emerged from the ground, swaying and climbing, and crawled along the trouser legs and under the bishop's skirt.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The white flame suddenly went out, and the bishop's whole body was bent into a shrimp shape, with his hands covering his legs, and his eyes bulging as hard as he could. And Gretel was kneeling on one knee, pressing the ground with one hand, and holding two test tubes between the fingers of the other hand:

"[Fire·Explosion]!"

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