Arcane Linguist

Chapter 221 Stunning retreat and the mutation of the card
After a while, Trina broke the silence.

"Serad, why are you here?"

"That's what I should ask you."

Serrad looked worried.

"After accepting our offering, it disappeared without making a sound!"

Trina sneered and said, "Where do I go, can you control me?"

Hearing this, the veins on Serrad's forehead bulged, and he tightened his grip on the ax in his hand.

This is the result of feeding the evil dragon!

Various forces in the magical world often deal with dragons.

But it is often found that maintaining the covenant of cooperation is not easy.

Dragons are always superior and mighty.

Roland interrupted their conversation: "Trine, it's time to perform your duties, take them down."

"I know how to do things, don't need your nonsense!"

Trina replied, but still jumped out of the carriage and rushed towards Serrad and the others.

"Be careful, leader!" Several accompanying warriors drew their swords and stopped in front of them.

Blood light bloomed on their bodies, and strange phantoms rose up one after another, covering their whole bodies like coats.

Roland felt an unusually familiar power from it.

"Punishment Totem"!
"really!"

Roland had already learned before that that the senior leaders of the National Restoration Army possessed the same power as his own "Xing Tian War Intent".

Now it seems that they are really like twin brothers!
Under the blessing of magic power, these tribal warriors broke through in an instant and were promoted to the middle level.

Trina's changed human form was also at the middle level, and the battle quickly became a mess.

Roland quickly jumped out of the carriage, and the "Antonia's Magic Book" hanging around his waist broke free from the chain, floated up, and unfolded automatically.

Serrad tried to get past Trina and go straight for Roland, but Trina rushed forward and punched him.

Serrad could only avoid it temporarily.

However, he brought a total of four people, all of whom were agile and cooperated with each other tacitly.

One person volunteered to help him deal with Trina, and the other three rushed over.

Beside Roland, the escort of the cat-eared girl who was traveling with her quickly formed seals with both hands.

",,,..."

(Fighting fighters...)
Jingle Jingle!

The figure is like electricity, and it will be cut when you draw your sword.

As in the fierce collision of forging iron, the masters of the National Restoration Army parried again and again, and had to stop to deal with it.

But there was still a master who crossed over and tried to attack Roland.

The two cat-eared girl guards immediately returned to help.

Unexpectedly, two other masters of the Restoration Army rushed forward.

This contest includes a game of combat experience.

Roland Fang was slightly inferior, and fell into a disadvantage in an instant, and they formed a partial advantage.

Whether it was Trina, who was the strongest fighter, or Roland, who was the target, they were both faced with double-teaming by two masters.

But at this moment, Roland flipped through the spell book with his mind, and combined with the super magic skills of instant spell casting and silent curse, he cast two level 1 spells in one go.

"Greasy technique"!
"Burning Hand"!
The area ahead was instantly covered with a flame barrier of several square meters.

This level of spells just happened to launch a range of attacks without accidentally injuring friendly troops.

The two warriors were blocked for a moment, and their sight was covered by the steaming heat.

Roland did not take the opportunity to attack, but continued to take the opportunity to cast spells.

As a modernist rune system mage, the content taught by the academy or the mage tower has long since ceased to be the same as the old school of witchcraft or magic in the classical period.

What modern mages believe in is either the non-contact warfare of beyond visual range strikes, or the panacea of ​​prophecy, transformation, and teleportation.

Everything is about stability and self-preservation.

Because mages position themselves as seekers of truth, a gentleman cannot stand under a dangerous wall.

Moreover, if you cast spells hastily, not only may you accidentally injure friendly troops, but it is also easy for the enemy to seize the opportunity in the gap after the spell is cast.

He chose the level 4 spell "Any Door" that he equips daily!
Roland took the initiative to escape from the battlefield and instantly appeared on a hillside a few hundred meters away.

With such a distance, even if a high-level fighter gallops on flat ground, it will take nearly ten seconds.

He has time enough to cast whatever spells he has at his disposal.

The two warriors charged in his direction without hesitation, but what they saw was that Roland took out several scrolls one after another, and the fireball skill output was free, covering almost all possible avoiding directions with firepower.

Boom boom boom boom!
The two mid-level fighters fell to the ground.

The totem suits covering their bodies were pitted and retracted into their bodies. They had already been knocked down head-on, and their life and death were uncertain.

Because several consecutive spells are cast by scrolls, and the third-level spells are still low-level spells, the surge of magic power in his body is not too violent, and it is still easy to communicate with mana.

This also means that you can mix it thoroughly and cast the spell again at any time.

Roland calmly chanted the triggering spell at a normal speed, and used the spell scroll to bless himself with "Mage Armor", "Shield", "Jump", "Strike the Enemy", "Hidden Mist", "Protection from Chaos" ", "Protection from evil".

These are all level 1 spells. Each scroll costs more than ten gold coins. It is cheap and easy to use. It also has the advantages of extremely fast casting speed and does not affect breath adjustment.

From beginning to end, he can interrupt the spellcasting and switch to other more powerful spells at any time.

But Serrad and the other two subordinates were dragged far away, and it was impossible to pose any threat to him who was hundreds of meters away.

So, while walking back, Roland continued to add buffs to himself.

"Flight", "Acceleration", "Protection from Arrows", "Resistance to Energy Damage", "Deflection Field", "Obscurity", "Mystic Sight"...

Low-level spells are extremely cheap for rich and powerful mages.

Not to mention the quota of 14 level 0 spells, 13 level 1 spells, 10 level 2 spells, and 8 level 3 spells that Roland holds in his hands. Just talking about the scrolls, magic wonders, etc. that are always kept in the dimensional bag All kinds of equipment and props are enough to supply this kind of almost profligate usage.

Although battle mages often despise this academic approach, they have to admit that it works.

Especially under the premise of full preparation, it can be called foolproof.

After these two rounds of buffs were strengthened, some spell effects overlapped each other and were covered by high-level spells, and some were weakened by other spells, but it still took into account most of the long-range, melee, physical, and spiritual battle scenes.

He still didn't forget to take out the alchemy potion and continue stacking states: "The Elegance of a Cat", "The Power of a Cow"...

The magical aura on his body was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye.

In the end, Roland chanted the spell and cast a more comprehensive buff spell.

"Xingtian Fighting Intent"!
His whole body began to burn, and a blood-colored light like a flame enveloped his body, faintly showing a blurry figure.

This figure does not have a head, so the blood light cannot cover the head.

But as the magic power condensed, huge battle axes and bronze shields emerged, presenting translucent ghost-like magic props.

With this spell, he finally raised his melee combat ability to the middle level, even if he was confronted head-on, he could beat ordinary fighters.

He leaned forward slightly.

A few seconds later, he had already run nearly [-] meters, and ran into the enemies besieged by the two cat-eared girls with the momentum of lightning.

The other party was hanged and suffered a few minor injuries, but he was still alive and well.

The totem battle suit worn on his body greatly enhanced his defense ability. With the cat-eared lady's high agility fighting style, it was really difficult to break through this layer of fighting spirit comparable to armor.

But Roland didn't care about 21, and the savage collision directly sent him flying.

Roland chased after him, and before the opponent could react, he picked up the "Antonia's Magic Book" that had been following him in a floating posture, and smashed it hard!

This is a huge hardcover book as thick as a city brick and the size of a millstone. I don't know whether the cover is made of cardboard or metal.

Usually blessed with permanent magic power, it floats in the air, as light as a feather.

But once it is thrown, or swung vigorously, it is also comparable to a blunt melee weapon.

The tribal warrior was still about to get up when he was hit by a brick, his head was bleeding without any suspense, and he fell unconscious to the ground with a plop.

"Sure enough, even the weaknesses are exactly the same!" Roland put away the book and flicked the cover.

On the other side, the warriors beside Serrad had been wounded and fell to the ground, but Serrad himself was still holding on, swinging a pair of big axes impenetrably.

The strength of this leader is obviously much higher than that of other warriors. With Trina's transformed body and the form of a female elf, she is starting to lose.

As if feeling that she had lost face, Trina gradually became irritable.

"Roar!"

A thunderous dragon roar came out of her mouth, and her figure changed, growing taller and bigger.

While the surrounding wind was blowing, the transformation technique was lifted, and the real body of the dragon was restored.

The dragon's breath flowed like a stream, and the miserable green mist with violent poisonous miasma rolled over and sprayed all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind rolled up thousands of sharp blades, constantly slashing towards Serrad.

Slap, tail flick, wind blade attack and kill!

The power of the successive attacks soared several times in an instant. Even though Serad was in the state of blessing from the "Xing Tian Totem", he still retreated again and again, adding a few more wounds.

Roland saw the opportunity: "!"

"Serith Power Word - Retreat"!
Serrad was about to stabilize his position when he was pushed violently by an invisible force and almost staggered and fell.

Trina took the opportunity to recite the spell of dragon language magic: ",~~~~~~~!"

The green and black vines generated out of thin air broke through the ground and grew rapidly.

Under the guidance of the life force of the earth and plants, the tough vines as thick as arms are like steel bars, binding Serrad tightly in place.

The leader of the Tinyala National Restoration Army froze for a moment, then stopped with a solemn expression, and stopped struggling.

He is well-informed and knows that this type of magic has the characteristic of getting tighter and tighter as it struggles, and some of them even produce barbs on the vines, which can penetrate into flesh and blood and absorb power.

But just when Roland and Trina thought they had caught him, a huge blood-colored ax phantom appeared out of thin air.

Trina was huge and inconvenient to dodge. She was hit by an ax on her neck, and she wailed in pain and fell heavily to the ground.

"This is a head-cutting technique, and it is able to condense such a huge magic weapon!"

Roland was taken aback, because he mastered the mystery of "Serith Power Word - Fall", and instantly saw through this spell.

Roland stepped back hastily.

The blood glow on Serrad's body exploded.

At the cost of mobilizing the "Xing Tian Totem", he forcibly broke free from the shackles.

But after such a move, a little brilliance appeared on Trina's body, and the dreamlike light and shadow lingered around her body, erratic.

Serrad fled quickly without looking back.

His speed was extremely fast, almost putting the last strength into his legs, he ran hundreds of meters in a few seconds, then jumped to the side to break through, and disappeared into the jungle.

"Trine!" Roland temporarily ignored him and looked at Trina.

However, after seeing the brilliance lingering around Trine, she seemed to lose her motivation, and soon returned to normal.

The female elf clutched her neck, half kneeling on the ground dripping with blood, grinning in pain and panting.

"It's all your fault, you took my baby away!"

She looked at Roland complainingly, and made a hoarse voice like a broken bellows.

Gritting his teeth for a while, he suddenly swayed and fell down.

"Hold on, this is an advanced recovery potion!"

Roland quickly took out the recovery potion from the dimension bag and poured it for her.

This expensive alchemy tool is a must-have medicine for home travel and can be used to treat serious injuries.

But Trina's injuries were so severe that her throat and arteries were cut open.

After this bottle went down, although the injury was recovered, the lost blood and lost vitality did not make up.

Still weak and dying.

Roland took out a leaf and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hold on!"

Cuina subconsciously held the leaves in her mouth, and after a while, she recovered a little bit of strength, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was still in time.

This kind of thing really deserves to be a world-class treasure, even mages with high magic civilizations would be envious.

No wonder they want to invade the world of Reiner...

After a while, Trina was able to support him to stand up again, looked around, and said depressedly.

"Let that guy run away..."

"What's the matter with him? He seems to be afraid of your secret skills?"

Roland asked.

Trina rolled her eyes in response.

Roland woke up instantly.

According to Serrad, it was impossible to kill Trina with a single axe.

Because she once possessed Tinyara's Godhead Fragment, she can activate the magical magical skill of reversing life and death!

But now, she only has a little bit of this power left, so she can only bluff and pretend.

This is also due to the fact that he knew Serrad before, and the other party was scared away when he knew this ability.

For those who don't know about this, they might have to continue fighting.

"Look at the captive, look at the captive!"

Roland held the shards of his godhead, felt guilty, and hurriedly changed the subject.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something hot on his body, and a strong magical power bloomed.

Surprised, he opened his pocket, and it turned out to be the mutated legendary card of the dark game.

The Xing Tian Pai, which Serade had conspired, flew up by itself.

The nearby defeated tribal warriors were shining red, and their blood was like strands of thread. They were pulling away from their bodies and pouring towards the card!

(End of this chapter)