Chapter 953 Gretel, Beat Her! Beat Her Up!

"Don't!"

Before Gretel could take action, on his left, the chief of the Kestrel Tribe, as the host and witness, had already pounced on him desperately:

"Don't do it—ah!"

He pounced, retreated, and screamed. The shadow of the kestrel outside him kept whining, and half of its wings and feathers were burned off. The great chief's palms were all black, and although his arms were wrapped in thick fur, there was a burning smell.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Nilka, pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed hard towards his elbow. There was a chuckle in the temple, and the black mist suddenly retracted. A small snake with black scales and white flowers flew out from the tip of Nilka's hair, biting the chief's arm and sucking hard.

For a moment, the little snake's body continued to expand, and the color of the chief's palm gradually recovered. He stared at Nilka fiercely, but he didn't dare to speak anymore, let alone stop him for Gretel.

Alas, there is no pressure to fight against the Golden Eagle Warrior. That female snake is really weird!

He didn't even feel her taking action. In the black mist, he was poisoned...

"What's wrong!"

Following his shout, Cerela rushed in. Looking left and right, his face immediately filled with anger, standing between Gretel and the female snake:

"What do you mean? You want to fight?"

"It's not interesting." Nilka's face was calm, and she even smiled:

"I just want to show this son of God the power of the female snake. In the next few months, I will stay here well and will not leave. Don't mess with me, don't think that when I get here, I will really do it for you. The hostages are coming! As for the chief——"

She turned her eyes:

"I didn't want to hurt him. In fact, my power has been restrained in front of Lord Shenzi. He insisted on rushing in..."

"You're looking for a fight, right?"

Serila had already clenched her fists. Grete, however, read the letter at a glance, stood up calmly, and stretched out his hand to stop it:

"Wait. Cerela, let me do it myself."

"Come here?!"

Miss Yinlong immediately turned her head. The angry look on his face suddenly disappeared and turned into concern and worry:

"I'll do it! I'll beat her up! I can definitely beat him!"

The great chief of the Kestrel tribe defeated Valensimo easily, and his combat level was at least two levels higher; Valensimo is a level 12 fighter, three levels higher than Gretel; so... you can really do it?

"If it doesn't work, I'll still have you. Don't worry, I'll hold on for a few seconds. It's still too late until you come to save me~~~"

Serila pouted, looked left and right, and nodded reluctantly. Gretel smiled and took a step forward:

"Do you want me to see the power of the female snake? Then come on! Don't do anything in the house, go outside to avoid breaking other people's things!"

"oh?"

Nilka raised an eyebrow. She looked up and down, left and right, and looked at Grete carefully. He nodded and gave a cold smile:

"Since you strongly request it, let's give it a try. Don't worry, as long as you beg for mercy in time, for Linn's sake, I won't do anything to you?"

Grete walked out first without saying a word. Cerira followed closely behind, accompanying Gretel to the square, stuffing things into his arms one by one:

Rings, bracelets, bracelets, pocket watches, ties, headbands...

Gretel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Most of these things are the thanksgiving gifts Cerela received after carrying the archmages out of the magic storm during the siege of Ostend——

Considering that they are about to leave for the New World, these magic equipment are mainly based on triggered spell defense or spell attack. Nominally it was for Serira, but in fact, it was basically for Gretel.

These equipments were divided once before setting off, and Cerela piled most of the useful defensive items on Gretel. At this time, even the attack equipment was given to him.

"Okay, okay, it's really enough. My mental power is also limited." He had to hold down Cerela's hand:

"I really can't beat you, can you come up again?"

Cerela pouted and nodded with great reluctance. Grete walked a few steps further, summoned the oak staff, let it fall to the ground in its original shape, and pointed the head of the staff at Nilka:

"Come!"

"You asked for it!" Nilka pursed her lips and screamed. In an instant, the black mist surged, covering her slender figure and rapidly expanding outwards. In the blink of an eye, the place where Grete stood was completely obliterated.

In the black fog, there are dots of phosphorescence, and thousands of threads are running towards the front. Cerela stood outside the black mist and looked inward using her secret vision. She saw all the phosphorescence combined into a cobra, which stood tall and pounced down, its mouth wide open.

In the middle of the black mist, Gretel stood quietly, with only a small piece of pure land around him. He clasped his hands together and watched the black mist approaching, approaching, expanding, expanding——

"ah!!!"

With Grete as the center, a dazzling bright light suddenly exploded. The phosphorescence suddenly retreated, and the black fog was like boiling soup and pouring snow, leaving the boss empty on the spot. Nilka took a step back and raised her hands to cover her eyes, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes:

"What is this! What is this!"

Radiant Shield.

Cerela smiled softly, her eyes sparkling and curved into a pair of crescent moons. He stretched out his hand, touched the void, and then lowered his hand with regret:

The shield formed by lightning is particularly powerful against the forces that tend to be dark and death-oriented. Moreover, with the lightning cat around, the power of Grete's lightning spells has increased by at least one level.

It’s a pity that I can’t touch the cat now. I can’t touch it until after the cat is beaten...

Of course, what made her even more satisfied was that Grete habitually set up a force field barrier inside the radiant shield to protect herself tightly:

Up, down, left, right, forming a perfect sphere. Now, Grete's feet were on the force field barrier, the top of his head was tightly connected, and there was a tube of liquid nitrogen between his fingers. Even if the double shields were broken, he still had time to create an ice wall immediately.

In the other hand, there were two routine test tubes. A stick of potassium permanganate and a stick of nitrocellulose pointed forward, mobilizing the spell configuration——

"boom!!!"

With Grete as the center, a ring of blazing white flames spurted out and exploded outward. The five-ring magic high-level explosive fire explodes with full force under the double bonus.

There was almost no time to react. The black mist, the phosphorescence in the black mist, and the cobra composed of phosphorescence were burned completely in the fierce flames.

"No--"

Nilka screamed. Her hair! Her snake! Her power!

The front was hit by this blast of flames, and half of it was burned directly! That was the power she cultivated by praying to the snake god every day, concentrating her death energy every night, and bathing her whole body in the snake god's breath!

As a female snake, walking on the boundary between life and death, she can only accept and integrate the power of the snake god by relying on the little vitality left in her body. Use a little less of this anger!

She tried her best to draw back the black energy, and the lightning and flames counterattacked, causing her to vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot. In the distance, the elf girl was still shouting:

"Gretel! Beat her! Beat her hard!"

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