Ride and Cut

Half an hour’s rest time, neither long nor short is not short.

　　 Lord Lord just sat down and immediately reaped a wave of flattery. Anyone with a little bit of brain knows that a dazzling new star is about to rise up in the northeast province.

　　 Can you win the final victory? Let me talk about this kind of person not easily offended. And once the two dragons are defeated in succession, and Pompeii wins a new land, the huge prestige that follows can only be described as scorching heat!

　　 This kind of story is too legendary.

　　 So even if it’s the expensive lords, they don’t mind lowering their stance and serving him tea and water.

　　 "As a veteran dragon knight, Abel is much stronger. Don't underestimate the enemy." Prince Schmidt was holding a piece of parchment in his hand and was telling Richard about his next opponent.

　　 There are basically only a few dragon knights in various countries, as long as they don’t emerge suddenly like Gerald, there is no secret.

　　 "His partner is a mature female dragon named Delina, whose experience and strength are not comparable to that of the red dragon just now. Moreover, he has been partnering with Abel for many years, and the understanding is very good."

　　 "In addition, Abel's own vindictiveness and swordsmanship skills are not weak. If you place a seat for the dragon knights in San Jose, this combination is a well-deserved first name."

　　 "Push one finger down, it doesn't matter whether the ant is strong or weak." Richard smiled proudly, infinitely frivolous.

　　 "Well, young man, you have this crazy capital." Prince Schmidt could only smile at this.

　　 "What do you call a young man if you are not crazy." Lord Lord turned his head, "By the way, is there anything to eat? I'll make a pad first."

　　 The envoy organized a buffet buffet at noon, and he was not embarrassed to eat too much. Now it’s almost time for dinner, and I’m already hungry.

　　 "I'll go to the kitchen to find it." Immediately, a thin young nobleman raised his hand to signal to leave.

　　 This person has an over-indulgent appearance, his face is pale and his eyes are sunken, he yawns all day long without waking up, and he has no sense of presence in the envoy. But after all, getting along day and night all the way, Richard had a vague impression of him, as if he was called...Andrew.

　　 "Does this little thing need magical treatment?" Bishop Paul pointed to the scars on Qiqiu's chest.

　　 "Its magic resistance is too high, I am afraid it will not be easy." Richard scratched his head.

　　As a practitioner of the Holy Word Prayer technique, after entering the Xinghua Temple, Lord Lord's own magic resistance is already very high. Coupled with the super anti-fighting ability brought by the iron heart after turning on the power surge.

　　A vagrant spellcaster like Nehru can only rely on dreaming to break his defenses.

　　 Qiqiu, who has the origin of Titans, does not have any elemental attack methods, but his magic resistance is even more exaggerated than him.

　　The effect of magic resistance is a double-edged sword. For example, Richard and Qiqiu are immune to most elemental damage, but it is difficult to enjoy any positive blessings.

　　 Putting the healing magic of Bailing on ordinary people will have to be discounted for them, and the effect is very poor.

　　 "Don't worry."

　　 Relying on magic resistance alone, leaving a magister helpless, is it possible? Of course it is impossible.

　　The level is the level. As a bishop of the same level as the Magister, how could Paul be stumped by magic resistance like an ordinary clergyman?

　　 He first tried using a holy light healing technique, right to throw stones to ask for directions.

　　 This magical technique capable of healing serious injuries to ordinary people fell on Qiqiu, and it did not produce any visible effect at all, but made it groan comfortably.

　　 "This little thing has exaggerated magic resistance." After the bishop Paul sighed, he didn't delay his hand, and after a few minutes of singing, he summoned an extremely solid Holy Light Cross.

　　 This time the effect was much more obvious, and the scars on Qiqiu's chest gradually gathered and healed.

　　 "What are you eating, why haven't you come?" Lord Lord Monkey looked around anxiously.

　　 The kitchen is not far away. It stands to reason that it won’t take so long.

　　 "Come here." Andrew, with dense beads of sweat on his forehead, ran over holding a large silver tray, which contained a kind of finger biscuits made of nut chips, butter and flour.

　　 "Well, let's not disturb Richard any more, let him rest for a while." Prince Schmidt clapped his hands and led the envoys away.

　　 Hum Ha Er will be the last to leave.

　　 "Daddy, can you have something to eat?" They looked at the plate full of biscuits, their eyes were full of longing, and their saliva was about to drain, and they couldn't help but pray.

　　 "Oh, little beast, eat and eat." Lord Lord was completely helpless about this.

　　 Two big hands, one for each person, only the last few pieces of debris are left on the plate that was full just now.

　　 In terms of the size of the second general, Huo Ha, that really can only be regarded as a trivial "point"...

　　 hesitated for a moment, picked up the plate and poured the last scraps into his mouth.

　　…………

　　 "In the second game, Pompeii Richard vs. San Jose Abel!" Belluni was already fully engaged, and there was no one in the audience more excited than him.

　　 Qiqiu and Fenglong Delina are ready to take off at any time, each looking at their opponents indifferently.

　　 Gerald, who was standing next to the audience, also recovered and nodded. The priest of the Holy Light Church told him just now that the red dragon Alfonso did not directly fall to death, but his injuries were more serious.

After all, Vatican has so many Danale priests who master magic arts, of course it is impossible to watch it die~www.readwn.com~ It’s just that the dragon’s magic resistance is too good, so the effect of healing magic is mediocre. It may take a long time to recuperate afterwards to re-launch.

　　 Gerald was finally able to get rid of the fear of losing the dragon partner, but he was very accepting of this result.

　　 It's just that there is a deep fear hidden in the eyes of the lord of the mountain fort. The sword that swept across and reappeared countless times in his spiritual world, almost becoming an inextricable nightmare.

　　 "Transformed monsters have never been able to transform at will. How long can you last for a quarter of an hour or half an hour?" As Abel said, the female dragon Delina had begun to flap her wings and slowly lifted into the sky.

　　In the entire dragon pedigree, the wind dragon is the branch that is the lightest and the best at flying.

　　 It is absolutely impossible for Qiqiu to be suppressed by his excellent flying ability as easily as before. Once the opponent is determined to delay the time, no matter how long the time limit for transformation can be dragged over.

　　 "Ten minutes is enough to solve you." Li gave a thumbs up, of course it was down.

　　 If he loses today, this action will serve as a proof of arrogance and become a joke. But if he succeeds in defeating two dragon knights in a row, this is the self-confidence naturally revealed by the strong, and it will become a piece of good talk that makes people talk about it.

　　 In the final analysis, it is still a winner.

　　 "Stupid Pompeii, although your mouth is hardened, I hope you can laugh later." Abel snorted coldly.

　　 Richard took a weird-looking iron pipe and a lead pill from Hutt.

　　 Anyone who is familiar with him knows that the lord of Alpine Fort never let go of harsh words that are uncertain, never.