Fairyland, Big Problem

Flying into the sky, Zhong Ming was puzzled.

The little classmate asked him to help, and then let the big crow carry Zhongming to a height of 200 meters.

The content of the help is to blow up the rain curtain.

The rain was low, and Wen Jiu hoped that Zhong Ming would cast an enchantment or blasting technique at high altitude to interrupt the rain in a short time.

The steel armored crow can only fly so high, and it will be forced to be recalled if it leaves the combat judgment range any higher.

Zhong Ming confirmed the situation below, it is not difficult to interrupt the rainfall in a certain area for a short time, even if his consumption is a little serious, it is not difficult.

The destructive power requirements of interrupting the rain are very low, and the scope of the spell can be expanded.

Looking at the little classmate below, he seemed to say that he would burn all the black dust in one breath.

"Really? You told me to take care of myself, fire doesn't have eyes..."

To hand over the dangerous main battlefield to young people, Zhong Ming has his own considerations.

Spots have undoubtedly used some kind of magic to become stronger, become difficult to kill and have a strong self-healing ability, but he was still pressed and beaten by the sun.

It would be best if the little classmates below had a special trick, if not, Zhong Ming would have time to help him.

Moreover, the sun-ranked master vacated the sky, and the rash was more or less scored.

In the center of the battle circle, there was a rash covered in wolf's skin, and the dead wood crutches in his hand had been recovered at some point.

Opposite the rash, Wen Jiu was holding the cursed shovel diagonally, holding up with one hand, feeling the rain in the palm of his hand, listening to the sound of the wolves, the sound of claws digging the ground, and the sound of rough agitation approaching.

"Little baby, you are a bit special, but it's always a bite of food."

"I'm going to take you away."

As the sky bell rang loudly, the pop-up text on the game interface improved:

The rain gradually stopped.

Zhong Ming used a spell blast at high altitude, briefly interrupting the rainfall in the area of ​​the battlefield.

"Vulcan Moth."

[Hmph, big pig's hoof. 】

I don't know if it was the effect of the butterfly dance or the reason for the fire in the belly of the Vulcan moth, but Wen Jiu always felt that the hot wind was unusually turbulent this time.

The crimson airflow was stretched straight, and the scorching rays of light were extremely dazzling. Just looking at it, it seemed that the eyeballs were sliced, and the rash turned from the previous disdain to vigilance, and stepped back to withdraw the wolves.

If Zhong Ming made a shot, it would undoubtedly suppress the rash, but it was impossible to attack all the wild wolves evenly, and it couldn't stop the recovery effect of the black dust mist.

As for the game skills, as long as it is not our teammates, the hot wind sweeps every question mark indiscriminately, which is equivalent to the Vulcan Moth attacking every enemy at the same time.

Although the nearly 30 derivative evil spirits had no fire-type weakness, they simply could not withstand the double stacking of levels and buffs, and they vanished in one round.

Apart from the evil spirits, the other wild wolves are all transformed by black dust mist, and the rash controls the derivative evils and the derivative evils respectively control the wolf magic.

Burning through the border, the hot wind empties the derived evil, and the rash between the anger and anger only has time to use a small part of the black dust mist to protect the body.

In the end, it used a counterattack made by two poisonous fangs, which disappeared after a wave of scorching hot air, and even its main body was seriously injured.

Absorbing the last of the black dust, the rash almost healed, a screeching screech of staggered metal leaves.

Use the commander's skills, metal sound, to lower the target's 2-speed special defense.

bang——

With the not-so-loud percussion sound, the unexpected situation is even worse.

Wen Jiu took advantage of the stagnation of the rash, and even knocked it down with a shoulder, bullied him, and pressed the red shovel against the opponent's throat.

"Little boy... you think..."

"The next time my Array Heart Beast makes a move, you will die. I want to finally hear from you that you are tired and want to go away with the wolves."

"how do you know…"

"I respect strong opponents, so wait until you finish your last wish."

【cut. 】

The steel-armored crow flying in the air had goosebumps for a while, [The principal is playing handsome, but he is actually trying to get points for prostitution. 】

[That's not it, big pig's hoof. 】

Wen Jiu communicated with the elves through his thoughts: Don't interrupt, I'm wearing B!

"Cough cough, rash, you will surely die. I respect the strong and tell my true wish. I will destroy it together with your wolf skin and not leave it to the dark one as a material."

As soon as these words came out, the rash was slightly moved, only slightly.

"Yes, I'm tired and want to go away with the wolves, but..."

The dry voice is even worse, and the killing intent is soaring to the sky, "The resentment of evil things to human beings will never be dissipated. If there is a chance, I will return from hell!"

"No problem, it's just an evil thing, just let the horse come over!"

Spotted's body swelled, smiling cruelly, but clutching the wolfskin cloak tightly in his palms.

bang——

It absorbed a large amount of black dust mist, and finally exploded into a large amount of black dust mist.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Vulcan Moth!"

[Chief, it is dead. 】

"Never mind, hot air!"

The scorching hot air scalded the already arguable black ground even darker, and the rash of the stumps dissipated in the hot air.

The image of the sweet dream still exists, but there is a boy in a semi-crouching state between the two wild wolves. He stares at Wen Jiu...

"I know, I will do what I say."

The hot wind swept through, turning the wolfskin cloak to ashes.

In the image of Sweet Dreams, the wolf and the child do not show warm expressions, but their eyes are full of maliciousness, always reminding:

Evil is always watching over human beings.

"It's the same sentence, let the horse come over."

The black dust mist completely dissipated, the white mist also dissipated, and the boy and the wolf were gone.

To be honest, it is rare to see such a ferocious and beautiful dream image.

The end of the battle process means the end of the war.

The steel armored crow took Zhong Ming back to the ground, and the rainwater fell from the sky again.

"Little classmate."

"Huh, it's over."

It was not until the end of the battle that Wen Jiu felt mentally exhausted and his brain was slightly sore.

The Dark Slayers who received Zhongming's order to retreat still didn't know the situation in the central area of ​​Black Dust Plague Village.

"It's not easy, little classmate."

Zhong Ming was amazed, he was hit twice by Wen Jiu's fire-type attack just now, but he didn't think it was too strong...

Of course, it is not strong in the eyes of the moon and sun. The new students in their twenties are terrifyingly strong when they attack like this.

However, Zhong Ming clearly felt that when the macules were attacked, the lethality of the technique was unbelievably powerful.

It is easy to understand if you think about it carefully, the little classmate must have concentrated the core of power on Xie Sha, and the rest is just the aftermath.

How does he know that his rock system has fire resistance, and the damage is halved;

And the rash takes double damage...

The shovel leaned on the ground, and Wen Jiu shook his head, "I will trouble Captain Zhong in the follow-up battlefield. I have to go and rest. I just used too many techniques that exceeded my own strength limit."

"It's hard work, little classmate."

The reason is reasonable and a bit outrageous~www.readwn.com~ The reason is that it is indeed a super big move;

The outrageous thing is... a child of this age group should not be able to kill the evil spirits even if he bursts out with his life.

For this reason, Zhong Ming didn't ask more, "Little classmate, I'll send someone to take you to the supply point."

"Don't bother Team Leader Zhong, I can do it myself."

Looking at Wen Jiu who was riding away on the big crow, Zhong Ming muttered to himself, "Is this the direct descendant of which Shou An aristocratic family sent out experience and practice?"

Landing near the supply point, medical personnel immediately greeted him.

"Where are you hurt?"

"Thirsty."

"what?!"

Wen Jiu only felt that the problem of thirst was more serious than mental exhaustion after he hadn't drank water for most of the day and was exercising vigorously...