Mage Joan

Qiao An blessed the "Suppressing Flame Orb" in advance, and a little charcoal fire splashed on his body was no problem. Watching the raging fire, the entire wedding banquet hall was shrouded in the heat and choking smoke, and he didn’t care about hunting down the "Wicker Man". Taking advantage of the chaos, he grabbed Slude, held it in his arms, and slammed open the locked door. Flew to escape from the fire, and rushed into the opposite corridor without thinking.

He ran to the end of the corridor in one breath. In front of Qiao An was an arch shaped by blue ice. Across the transparent door panel, one could see a spire building in the opposite courtyard, which looked like a warehouse.

At this moment, Slude in his arms suddenly raised his head, staring at him with beautiful eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Joan, is that you?"

Qiao An wanted to nod his head to admit it, but suddenly thought of what Hakon had said in public in the wedding hall just now. Whoever wins the duel between himself and Vignar is eligible to be Thrud’s fiance.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao An couldn't help his cheeks being hot, and nodding his head was equivalent to admitting to be jealous for her in front of Slud. However, shaking his head and denying it was not appropriate. When he was hesitating, there was a sudden roar behind him, which sounded familiar. .

Qiao An quickly put down Slude and turned to look. A white dragon with a swollen nose and swollen nose appeared at the entrance of the corridor. He was rushing over, looking at him and Slude, his eyes showed burning jealousy.

Joan recognized that the white dragon was Vignar, both surprised and funny. Just after a violent beating, this kid dared to come to seek abuse. It seemed that he was dazzled by jealousy and had completely lost his mind.

The "sandbags" delivered to the door are not hit for nothing.

Qiao An took a step forward, blocking the petite Slude behind his stalwart body, staring at the "white prince" who was approaching quickly, and made a series of spellcasting gestures.

At the same time, Vignir was also chanting the spellcasting.

"Eala!"

Before Vigner completed the spellcasting process, Joan first chanted the spell symbolizing "life" and successfully activated the 6-ring "tunnel swallowing" to activate the corridor where Vigner was placed, as violently as intestines. Twitching and squirming, the surrounding walls compress inward.

Vignir was unconsciously squeezed by the rapidly closing corridor, his bones groaned in pain, his steps were forced to stop, and the casting process was severely interrupted.

"You are not a'crow'! Who are you?!"

It wasn't until this time that Wignier suddenly realized that when he witnessed the mutant snow monster cast a spell, the person who snatched his fiancée was not a "crow" at all, and questioned him full of fright.

Qiao An rubbed his nose and was too lazy to take care of Vignir, took out the magic pistol from the storage bag, aimed at the frothy and yelling throat of the opponent, and calmly pulled the trigger.

boom!

A lead bullet infused with "Petrochemical Techniques" whizzed out of the chamber and blasted into Vignar's mouth. The splash of blood interrupted his roar.

It’s a pity that, after all, the physique of the mature white dragon is strong and tough, and the special effects of “petrification” attached to the bullet were resisted by Vignar, which failed to work. The damage caused by a small bullet through the tongue only made him shut up in pain It is far from enough to kill this strong dragon.

Huh? Little reptile, life is pretty hard, is that reasonable?

Qiao An didn't believe in evil, and once again raised his gun and aimed at Vignar.

"No—no—"

The "white prince" of Winterhold had a foreboding that his death was approaching, and finally regretted his impulsive behavior.

However, it was too late. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the squeeze of the surrounding walls. Like a mouse falling into a trap, he could only watch Qiao Ann pull the trigger again, and a lead bullet flew out of the muzzle with a flash of light. .

This time, Wigner really couldn't stand it.

The petrified magic penetrated the body through the gun wound, and his body quickly became stiff and gray.

The flesh and blood that lost its elasticity couldn't withstand the squeeze of the corridor, and after a few seconds, it was crushed abruptly, and two pieces of magical aura equipment fell from the debris on the floor.

This is very reasonable.

Qiao An put away the magic pistol and canceled the "tunnel swallowing technique", and the corridor stopped wriggling and returned to normal.

Stepping up to the corpse of Wignier turned into a pile of rubble, Joan leaned over and picked up a ring and a belt.

After a little identification, it was found that these two items were high-end magical devices, and the belt was the same "high-end gorgeous belt" on Qiao An's body, with all attributes +6.

The ring is called "Insurance Ring", enchanted with 6 rings of "Trigger" and 4 rings of "Any Door", once a day, when the wearer of the "Insurance Ring" is threatened with life, the "Any Door" will be triggered automatically. The wearer instantly teleports to the area as far away as possible from the threat.

Qiao An held this magic ring and secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, during a duel in the hall not long ago, Wignier had already triggered the "ring of insurance" and used the chance to escape only once a day, otherwise he just fell into the trap of "tunnel swallowing", the "ring of insurance" "It will be triggered automatically and teleport him out of the corridor. It will take a bit more trouble to kill him.

Both of these magic devices are of course not bad, but Qiao An already has the same belt. With his current spellcasting ability, he can make a better performance "safety ring", which is not very useful.

What made him even more disappointed was that he couldn't parse out any new spells from Vignir's body, and sighed.

At his level, the spell reserve is already perfect, and it is really difficult to learn something new.

"Joan, you haven't answered my question just now!" Slude's grieving voice came from behind.

Qiao An sighed and simply changed back to a human form, then turned around and said helplessly: "You already recognize me, why bother to ask."

"Wow! It really is you!"

Slude's cheeks flushed with excitement, cheering and leaping forward to hug him.

"Joan..."

"what happened?"

"You should return to the mutant snow monster form!"

At the moment of reuniting after a long time and embracing each other, Slude suddenly made a strange request in his ear.

"Why?" Qiao An asked inexplicably.

"It's furry like a big doll, so it's more comfortable to hold!"

Slude grinned, his eyes gleaming.

This was the first time Qiao An saw the joy from the heart on her face today, but he didn't want to become a "big furry doll", so he slid two magical devices into Slude.

"For me?" Slude was flattered. "Would you keep it for yourself?"

Qiao An wanted to say "I can't stand up to this kind of magical device", but the emotional intelligence that I have worked so hard over the years has finally played a role at the critical moment, and he changed his words in time: "I have been hiding from you for so long. , These two magic devices are given to you, which is regarded as an apologize."

"Yo! The mouth is sweet, who did you learn from?" Slude's eyes were smiling.