Chapter 880 Little Grete, What Trophy Do You Want?

"Senior sister!"

Grete was surprised and happy. With a cry, he let out a long sigh, and his whole body collapsed:

Thank God, Senior Sister is here! Cerela won't be hurt!

He let out a breath, hanging limply on the silver dragon's claws, and his whole body went limp. Archmage Philbi stepped into the void, nodded slightly and smiled:

"Well done, little Grete. - Serira, how are you? Are you injured?"

As he spoke, he lowered his hands, one opening and one holding. Thousands of lightning burst out from the fingertips, condensed into threads, and moved downwards.

Gretel looked along her fingertips and saw thousands of strands of silver lightning condensing into two cocoons of light. A light cocoon lay flat on the ground, motionless, as if the person inside had fainted;

The other light cocoon stands straight upward, a little bumpy and convex, constantly changing shape. Grete guessed that it was probably the spell caster who still wanted to struggle?

Why bother?

Why bother?

Senior sister is here, you can't stand still...

Gretel clicked his tongue and shook his head. The strong wind roared above, Cerela flapped her wings twice, slowly lowered him to the ground, and returned to her human form:

"I'm fine..."

The silver dragon girl pouted, a little angry, and looked unconvinced. Archmage Philby smiled and patted her in the air:

"Okay, okay. Our little princess did a good job - she didn't kill that guy in the end because she wanted to protect Gretel from getting hurt first, right? If you were alone, you would have killed them long ago. right?"

"That's right!"

The silver dragon girl suddenly held her head high. Archmage Fairby smiled and said:

"So Cerela is very good at fighting, but she doesn't have enough experience and hasn't seen enough big moves. Next time you see her, you'll know how to deal with it, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

Cerira nodded vigorously. Archmage Philby glanced at Gretel, who was hesitant to speak, and said slowly:

"The luminous arrow just now was the result of the 12th-level glorious bishop condensing his entire life's energy and sacrificing the body, soul and will of another person of the same level. With the help of the magic weapon, he communicated with the core of their beliefs and triggered a downgraded version of the divine descending Technique."

"That……"

Gretel blurted out two words and then stopped them immediately. After thinking about it, thousands of words condensed into one sentence:

"Level 13? Level 14?"

"It can reach level 14." Archmage Philby felt the light arrow leaping in her hand. Even if it was covered by a thunder and lightning cage, it was still rushing left and right, constantly struggling:

"You will definitely not be able to catch it, Serira. Next time, remember not to use your wings to catch it."

"oh……"

Cerela nodded a little frustrated. The Archmage looked at these two little guys, and then at the barbarian lying on the back of the Silver Moon Deer, trembling every step, and finally crawling back to his original position, with a smile in his eyes:

"Okay, we fought really well this time. Come on, little Grete, Serira, and the rest of you, what trophies do you want?"

"ah?"

Gretel was stunned for a moment. What? Divide the spoils? Senior sister, you killed everyone, you even saved a few of us, and you gave us the spoils?

Senior sister, you are so kind to us!

Archmage Philby pursed her lips and chuckled. She raised her hand slightly, "plop", "plop", and two bodies fell on the ground. At the same time, the nearby light cocoon spread out and turned into thousands of electric lights that fell into her palm.

Only a few thick electric lights were left to form chains, locked on the soldier, and juxtaposed with the other two corpses:

"Come on, come on, pick any one of these three corpses——"

"Why are there two more?!"

Gretel's voice almost broke. Just kidding, the three of them were already fighting each other, and the situation was full of danger. If there were two more and the senior sister didn't come, wouldn't he have to die here? !

"Because there were originally five." Archmage Philbi looked at the little junior brother who was about to jump, and smiled playfully:

"You don't think that they came to you because there was a flaw in their defense, right? Originally, the council used you to make a trap, kill a few of them, and give them a warning. Then, you will be clean. .”

She raised her head slightly and sneered across the coast:

"From this point of view, even if you haven't done anything today, you should still get a share. Come on, pick one, drag it back and dissect it? Or sell it to Black Crow Swamp in exchange for other resources?"

Grete shuddered and shook his head desperately. To be honest, if it was the Black Crow Swamp, where there were rows of corpses that had been frozen hard for many years, he would be willing to drag them back to the Mage Tower as a reserve for the general teacher.

However, those people had just come to kill him, especially since the soldier was still alive a few minutes ago. He asked him to drag him back and kill him...

It was better not to do it. This style of "beating people to death and then immediately dragging them back for dissection" reminded him of a certain notorious army, and he really couldn't do it.

The Archmage sighed regretfully. Little Grete really has some inexplicable moral persistence and inexplicable soft-heartedness. He is unwilling to even drag the body back to the Black Crow Swamp and sell it to him.

However, perhaps because of this, he always gets more preference and care. After all, whoever deals with him doesn’t have to worry about being sold one day:

"Okay, then - do you want this sword? Give it to Bernard? Such a heavy weapon is just right for him..."

The soldier's heavy sword floated up inexplicably, and moved towards their direction at a steady and slow speed. Looking at the way the electric light flashed on the heavy sword, Gretel could determine two things without using his brain:

1. The iron content in this heavy sword, or the content of iron group metals, is very high;

2. Senior sister has definitely mastered the magnetic levitation technology! absolute!

The epee floated closer and landed on the ground, making no sound or even a trace of dust. Grete looked at Bernard. Bernard knelt down and held the handle of the sword, then raised the weight of the heavy sword and bowed respectfully:

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Archmage. But this weapon is not suitable for me -"

He straightened up and held the bone stick on his back with his backhand:

"For me, a big-boned stick is better."

Archmage Philby hummed, indicating that she understood, and did not try to persuade him any further. She grabbed it casually, and the cocoon of light cracked open in the distance, and a long bow flew out from the distance:

"Where's Cerela? Do you want this bow?"

"...I don't like it very much."

Cerira only glanced at it and looked away. Archmage Philby glanced at the long bow behind her. Although it was just for show, it was also hollowed out, carved, and inlaid with gems. There was no lack of decoration at all.

Well, the bows and arrows that the Dragon Clan likes are really not like this...

She didn't feel dissatisfied. With a flick of her hand, all the corpses and weapons on the ground were taken back into space equipment and disappeared. With another grab, the light cocoon in the distance and the soldier lying on the ground were pulled to him:

"You can't handle the rest. I'll take it back and work with several other schools to strip out their valuable things, calculate the price, and share it with you later. Little Grete, don't worry!"

"No hurry, no rush!"

Grete nodded like a pound of garlic. Don't talk about breaking up with him later, even if you don't break up, it's natural. Senior sister has worked hard to follow him for so long and helped deal with the biggest danger. Shouldn't she take away all the loot?

He didn't care, and Cerela didn't care even more. The silver dragon girl stared into the depths of the woods, furious and clenching her fists. Obviously, he is still thinking about the battle just now, how to fight it more crisply and have a greater chance of winning...

Archmage Philby saw their reactions in her eyes, smiled slightly, stepped on the void, and flew upwards. He rose to the top of the tree, suddenly lowered his head and raised his voice:

"Little Grete, you have to be careful next time. Remember to change your appearance, and let Cerira change her appearance too - can Bernard and White Deer become smaller? In short, don't get caught when running outside. ah!"

"good……"

Gretel agreed with a grimace. What's terrible is that the magic of Disguise is only a level 1 magic in the illusion system, but it is easy to learn but difficult to master. He has already memorized the spell model, but he wants to use it on himself——

He hasn’t used it much!

Let him put makeup on himself, and the look he made was terrifying. Body shape, appearance, the whole thing changed with magic? Grete tried it once, and the effect was very beautiful, which was about the same as walking into a funny mirror...

And Apa, how to make Apa smaller? The characteristics of such a big deer are too obvious. It would be great if it could be transformed into an ordinary-sized horse... But he has never practiced animal reduction techniques!

He has always been afraid of spells such as [Enlargement] and [Shrinking]! How does the mass increase during the giant transformation process? Fill it with what? Did the organs and blood vessels also enlarge?

During reduction surgery, where does the reduced mass go? Are the internal organs and bones compressed tightly, or are they partially hidden?

Ask him to imagine, he has no clue; ask him to dissect, he dare not - dissecting a subject under the influence of a spell requires vivisection!

He can't do it!

Archmage Philby threw the problem to her junior brother and left in the air. Return to Nevis, divide the loot according to the inherent procedures, and take out the magic equipment. Body, soul, anatomy that should be dissected, imprisonment that should be imprisoned——

Then, the archmage carried part of the bishop's body and relics, especially the parts that could prove his personal identity, and rushed directly into the battlefield. Thousands of lightning lights around me opened and closed like flowers, directly tearing apart the light curtain of the sacred magic circle:

"McCollin!"

Her clear voice echoed across the battlefield. The explosions below were like thunder, and arrows were like rain, but they could not suppress the voice of Archmage Philby:

"I'll give you the killer's body back! I'll set up a little trap and you'll just rush in with your head down. The council thanks you for your contribution!"

He raised his hand, and a shriveled head, wrapped in half a broken cassock, fell lightly. It fell into the royal army camp and exploded on the spot. The ground was covered with thunder and slurry, and the knights beside the camp screamed:

"Remember next time. If you want to fight, we will meet you on the battlefield. Don't think about assassination every day!"

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