Lord Roar

Chapter 530 Another Parallel Importer
Albert, who looked like a master, landed on the ground. When he saw Alan, he suddenly said in a thief-like way: "Don't forget in a while, I'll take the shot too!"

Allen was stunned, he didn't notice what Albert said at all, but he was thinking of something else.

He knew that Albert was a holy rank, but his opponents were also three wizard wizards.

From Allen's point of view, the strength of these great elf wizards is definitely worthy of the rank of a magister. They may not be like the human magisters who have mastered a variety of branched spells, but they major in wind and wood magic, which is definitely qualified.

Not to mention Albert, even Archmage Downey or Menrosa would not dare to single out three magisters.

In this kind of extremely powerful battle, even the slightest mistake would result in death on the spot, especially in a one-to-many situation.

Magister and Saint Rank, although there is a sub-sage in the middle, it can be said that there is a thin line between them.

In the thousands of years of history, there have been more than ten holy ranks in the human race, but no one dares to say that they can easily overthrow a magister.

It's like a third-degree black belt who dare not say that he can easily beat a second-degree black belt, let alone three second-degree black belts.

But Albert did it without breaking a sweat. Not only did he overthrow the three magisters, but he even adjusted the ridiculous Mediterranean hairstyle on his head.

Now, Allen finally knows what kind of existence Albert is.

I always thought that Albert was a parallel importer. From the battle just now, it can be seen that he is not only unscrupulous, but also worthy of the title of saint!
No wonder Archmage Downey has never dared to challenge Albert. No wonder Albert, who was a magister, dared to go to Flame Dragon City to seek death. Rosa's right-hand man is on an equal footing with the religious leaders of the human race!
It turned out that it wasn't that Albert was too watery, but that during the last battle of the Holy Mountain, the handsome old man Conslet just grabbed him by seven inches.

There are not many kinds of attacking spells in the space magic, and the attacking methods are as evil as grafting flowers, mostly using other people's guns to poke other people's horses.

Furthermore, experts at this level seldom fight. The battle between extreme powerhouses is not about who knows more or who has better equipment. The important thing is to control the timing, psychological quality and combat IQ.

When he fought Conslet back then, because the handsome old man was good at melee combat, Albert didn't dare to get close to him with such a bloody axe, but when he teleported over with just one axe, whoever looked at him was stunned.

And at that time, the handsome old man clearly warned everyone not to help, because it would be counterproductive.

Allen finally understood why the handsome old man said that today.

Once someone helps, Albert has countless ways to make the handsome old man a target of his own people!
No wonder this old guy is called the number one powerhouse in the mainland.

Besiege it, people will teleport, and can bring disaster to the east.

It would be even more nonsense if you singled it out.

If you are a sword master, you will be far away from them, and the overwhelming light balls will scare you to death just by scaring you.

If you are a holy rank, people will fly all kinds of things, maybe they will suddenly appear behind you at some time and give you a sap.

On the continent of St. Cassis, the only one who can hold Albert down is the handsome old man Conslet, a melee magician.

Having said that, the handsome old man is really Albert's nemesis.

Albert can teleport, and so can the handsome old man.

What's more, the handsome old man is cunning and cunning, he doesn't use magic attacks at all, he just chases after you with a big ax and hacks you. Albert really has no other choice but to run.

You can't run too far, because the handsome old man is a fucking genius. Not only is he proficient in the summoning system of god-named weapons, but also the speed of reciting spells is much faster than Albert. No matter how fast you run, you can run faster than god-named weapons ?
What is the name of the god weapon? It is an elemental attack that can cast spells just by looking at you. If it hadn't been for more than ten years to practice this otherworldly spell, Conslet would have advanced to the holy rank long ago.

It doesn't work if you run too close, because the handsome old man will also teleport, and if he suddenly flashes next to you, an ax will scare you to death if you can't kill it.

Moreover, the handsome old man's melee weapon also has the function of a magic wand, and can also bless mana and release spells.

That's why there was such an embarrassing situation at the beginning. The handsome old man chased Albert and flew in mid-air over the holy mountain, keeping such an embarrassing distance, neither close nor far!

"It's really fucking nonsense." Allen looked at the hippie smiling face and Brad and Albert, who was a master of destruction, although he knew in his heart that he had misunderstood the other party, strictly speaking, the other party was indeed the number one in the mainland A strong man, but I can't raise the slightest respect in my heart. When I look at him, I think of the parallel magician who was chased by the handsome old man in the holy mountain and ran around crying for his father and mother.

The archers fell to the ground, and the elemental users lost their combat power when they were shot by the beast elves. The elves who could fight in melee made the tribal warriors beat them like dead children, and the three major elf magisters were also abolished. These elves should have surrendered long ago.

But the elves are stubborn. Paris stood in front of the palace gate, constantly releasing low-level single-body spells to harass the tribal warriors, without any intention of surrendering.

Allen was a little strange. Paris, as the contemporary elven queen of the pure blood family, and also a holy mage of the elven family, shouldn't only release such low-level single-body spells, and he can still feel the surge around the elven queen. The fluctuations in magic power are obviously much stronger than those three holy elves just now.

For nearly a thousand years, there have been two holy ranks in the elves, namely, Toya and Paris. Allen looked back at Toya and Shadow Song, and found that the two were surrounded by East and Nandez. Talking about something, a group of pure-blooded elves were beaten and cried for their parents. The two seemed indifferent, and all their attention was focused on East who was picking his feet.

The soldiers had already advanced to the gate of the palace. Babylon the Great was very experienced in combat. He had long noticed Paris, who was constantly harassing his companions with spells, and with a flick of his hand, a triangular military thorn flew straight to Paris's right shoulder.

An unbelievable picture appeared, the triangular military thorn pierced Paris' shoulder directly.

Babylon the Great was stunned. He knew that Paris was the Queen of the Elves, and he also knew that the other party had the title of Holy Order of the Elf. He swore to God Kakalu that he really didn't expect his military stab to hit the target.

Paris was also stunned, ignoring the blood-stained right shoulder, looking blankly at Babylon the Great and muttering, "You, you dare to attack me?"

Babylon the Great was even more confused, and looked at his chief blankly, could it be? . . .Could it be that this little bitch can't be beaten?

Allen shrugged helplessly, these silly b elves are really hopeless, what the hell logic is there, you can do it, but we can't fight back?

The feeling is that your father of the elves is so spoiled by you, just lie on the ground and let you kill him?
Up to now, the battle can be said to be over. Paris, with an unbelievable expression on his face, fell back straight on the ground. The three major elf magisters were also banned by Brad and Destroyer. As for the other bows and arrows Hands and a female magician were beaten up by the casserole-sized fists of the barbarian warriors.

Allen shook his head slightly, saying that the elves are not only beautiful but also elegant, not to mention that these elves are now bruised and swollen from being beaten, even when they saw them for the first time, they didn't think these elves were elegant.

Sighing, Allen walked towards Toya and Shadowsong.

"Tell me about Helen Lena and the Beamon Swans who came with her!" Alan's tone was beyond doubt.

Of course, this tone can also be called the tone of the winner.

In Allen's eyes, regardless of whether Toya and Shadowsong had anything to do with these elves, they were all pure-blooded upper elves. He only cared about finding the whereabouts of Helen Lena and Dina.

(End of this chapter)