Mage Joan

Joe calmed down the folds on his cloak, nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards Am Frody lightly.

The halfling warlock is now surrounded by a large group of ghost sailors.

Frody frequently released "magic missiles", but could not stop the ghost sailors from swarming and approaching, and was forced to use the magic power contained in the ruby ​​ring in his hand to release today's last "Soul-Salming Nova".

On the night-shrouded beach, a group of silver light suddenly burst out, but there was no sound.

The ghost sailor who was within 20 feet of the halfling warlock was hit by the "Soul Resurrection Star". Most of them were wiped out in an instant, and a few evaded in time, only receiving half of the damage, but their figure was dim, like a candle in the wind.

Frody looked around, taking advantage of the Nether Sailor being stunned by the "Soul-Soul Nova", he dared not approach him for the time being, and hurriedly made a spellcasting gesture, trying to teleport to safety.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden wave of magic power behind him, scared him to stop casting the spell, flew forward, and rolled on the beach with his head in both hands.

boom! A ball of pale fire exploded where the halfling warlock was standing.

Frody glanced back in embarrassment, and could not help being surprised.

He dared to bet his hair on his legs, it was definitely a "fireball technique."

But he couldn't figure it out. The moment the spell was activated, it was not a red hot flame, but a pale ghost fire. The negative energy flow blowing on him made him chill and shivered, and he hurriedly swallowed a bottle of potion. Prevent the body from being damaged by eclipse.

The surrounding ghost sailors were also affected by this "desolate fireball technique", bathed in negative energy flow, which was equivalent to obtaining a healing effect, and they all appeared energetic.

Seeing that he spent the last shot of "Soul-Saling Nova", the ghost sailor, who was finally killed by this inexplicable negative energy fireball, was re-milked by this inexplicable negative energy fireball. The halfling sorcerer was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he stood up with his staff. , His gaze penetrated the pale flame curtain, staring fiercely at the short fat man who strode.

When the opponent came close, Am Frody looked at the delicate face carefully, and couldn't help but be confused.

"Little Mage, what is your name?"

"Joan."

"Yes, it's your kid... Why did you suddenly become fat after just one day?"

Qiao An patted his plump belly and raised his head triumphantly: "I won't tell you!"

"Bah! Wait until I peel your skin, and see if you dare to pretend to be a fool!"

Frody chanted the incantation viciously, and raised his hand to shoot a magical beam of Aomori at Joan.

In this short three-second casting time, Qiao An could only recognize that the halfling warlock was casting a certain type of confusing spell. Based on the magic power level invoked, it was inferred that it should be a 5th-level spell.

Qiao An has mastered more than fifty 5th-level spells, but hasn't seen this kind of spells yet. He couldn't help feeling curious. After he decided to kill Frody, he would draw his blood and analyze the detailed configuration of this spell. For your own use.

The cyan light beam shot on him, Qiao An's face remained unchanged, and even the "Topaz Talisman" specially used to resist the effect of confusion control did not activate the defense mode.

As early as on the expedition ship, Qiao An took a potion soaked in "Tears of God", temporarily gaining immunity to negative spiritual effects below 5th level.

The 5-level "mental handicap" Frody just cast was just within the immunity of the potion.

If the "mental handicap" can take effect, Qiao'an's intelligence attribute will be forcibly weakened to only 1 point, completely lost the ability to think, walking like a corpse, and of course it is even more impossible to cast spells.

It's a pity that things went counter-intuitive. "Mentally handicapped" didn't seem to be able to penetrate the young mage's will defense. Frodi tried his best to restrain the disappointment, withdrew two steps backwards, and hurriedly made another set of gestures, intending to use the most lethal spell , Decompose this fat boy into dust.

Qiao An saw that the halfling warlock was performing the 6th ring "dissociation technique", sneered to himself, still turning a blind eye, smashing the exploding thunderstone in his hand, and shaping a giant silver palm out of thin air.

Along with the crackling sound, a green beam full of destructive energy burst out from Frody's fingertips and hit Qiao'an's chest straight. The cloak broke through a big hole, and a faint plume of smoke emerged from it.

Frody frowned in confusion.

According to the sign of smoke and dust coming out of Qiao An's chest, it shows that at least a part of his body has been dissociated. However, judging from his expression, there is no painful expression on his face. What is the situation?

Under Frody's surprised gaze, Qiao Ann brushed off the dust off his body lightly, and a large group of buzzing wasps gushed out from the hole in the cloak, flying around him, like a yellow and black coat.

Thousands of wasps hiding under the cloak burst out, Qiao An's originally swollen body regained its slenderness, and the plume of smoke that just emerged from him was only among thousands of wasps. One of them, blocking the "dissociation technique" for him, was instantly decomposed into dust.

Seeing the "swarm cloak" densely surrounding Qiao Ann, Frody suddenly realized what had happened just now. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have never imagined it in his dreams. He could actually use this strange way to crack the "dissociation". Technique".

Shocked and upset, two emotions alternately emerged in his heart, angrily raised the "weather staff", trying to release the "chain lightning."

However, Qiao An didn't intend to give him a third chance. He controlled the "Mage Thunder Palm" to sweep over, slapped the halfling warlock flying away, and dropped his staff on the beach.

Qiao An's remote control giant palm grabbed the staff, drew it back in front of him, held it in his hand, and appraised it incidentally, and found that the staff has a maximum charge of 20 rounds, and a total of 7 spells have been poured, sorted from low to high. It is the 1st ring "water making", the 2nd ring "wind", the 3rd ring "wind wall", the 4th ring "control water level", the 5th ring "control wind direction", the 6th ring "serial lightning" and the 7th ring "control" the weather".

These seven spells are all related to "atmosphere" or "body of water", no wonder they are called "weather staff".

Nodding satisfied, Qiao An deliberately said to himself loudly: "This staff is not bad, it belongs to me!"

When Frody heard Qiao'an's words, he was almost mad with anger, vomiting **** broken teeth, struggling to get up, killing the hateful little mage at all costs and regaining the "weather staff".

Qiao An sensed the insufferable resentment in the eyes of the halfling warlock, and did not be polite with him. The tip of the stick pointed at Frodi, and the backhand was a "chain lightning".

The moment the lightning struck, Frodi's body turned into an ethereal spirit, avoiding the fatal blow in a thrilling manner.