Ride and Cut

In terms of life preservation, Nehru is at least 1,000 to 10,000 times smarter than General Humha. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Luxing Griffin and a few people approaching them, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

The guy himself didn't mind at all leaving two stupid big guys to attract firepower so he could run away quickly. The problem was that Humph was too happy just now and put him on his shoulders.

"Run!" Nehru tugged at the long hair on Hum's neck and shouted into his ears. But for the troll, the strength of the kobold is too insignificant.

He grinned foolishly and blew a snot bubble from his nose that was half the size of Nehru's face, thinking he was joking.

Probably remembering the task assigned by the lord, he slowly stretched out his hand and flicked Nehru's forehead, signaling him not to disturb him, and began to honestly prepare for the stone skin technique.

Nehru was almost blinded by this finger and fell off his shoulder. He looked down, there must be at least five blades from the ground, his eyes were dizzy for a while, and there was no other possibility to jump down except to die. Immediately give up the illusion and start chanting and casting spells, and prepare to strike first.

The Gryphon's speed was not bad, and it quickly approached two hundred yards away. This distance is within the range of most magic.

Taking a deep breath, his chest puffed up. After brewing for a while, he opened his beak and accompanied by the resounding cry of an eagle, suddenly spewed out a long column of orange-red flames.

At a critical juncture, the most simple fear of death inspired Nehru's full potential. The two mouths moved like a crossbow spring, each character was blurted out quickly and not chaotically, it was definitely the smoothest time in my life, and the chanting near the end was completed immediately.

The fireball pulled away the billowing smoke and collided with the flame column in mid-air. The elemental flames splashed on the ground, instantly scorched the moist grass and ignited it, and a piece of water vapor steamed and sizzled.

As a secondary subspecies of Land Griffin, the power of the flame column is completely different from that of the real Griffin, and it is roughly at the same level as the Fireball Technique. The two collisions have lost their forward momentum.

The problem is that the use of innate spells by monsters is also limited by the reserve of magic power, but it is far faster than reciting spells one by one!

The two giants finally realized the danger, and immediately jumped off the bulky iron-eating armadillo and started running without saying a word.

Hmph is also a blessing to the soul, and he still remembers to raise his hand and bless the newly prepared stone skin technique to Hendra and the guards who are approaching, preventing them from moving forward.

In just a short while, the second pillar of flame from the Lu Xing Griffin had already been brewed, and accompanied by the crowing of the eagle, it rose into the air and flew towards the trio.

The iron-eating armadillo between the two sides was too high and too wide, like a city wall to block the second general Henha and Nehru tightly, and they stopped in place without any intention of moving their nests. In this case, no matter how good the head is, it is impossible to beat the cow across the mountain. The flame pillar finally fell on the armadillo.

Strictly speaking, the iron-eating armadillo can barely be regarded as a kind of monster. It has very weak magic power to enrich the free metal elements in the air and strengthen its scales.

This has created its extraordinary defense power, and the hardness of the sword is extremely exaggerated, which is almost the capital for the survival of the species of iron-eating armadillo. But this kind of scale is not a universal armor, and the magic resistance is too lame in comparison.

Facing Nehru's fireball technique before, he was deflated once only by being splashed, but now he was burned by a pillar of flames with similar power, so naturally he could only suffer another deflation.

This dull and cumbersome beast struggled to its last vitality and hissed to stand up, then fell heavily to the ground, only convulsed, emitting a stench of burnt protein.

Sitting on the bumpy monster's shoulders, Nehru continued to chant the spell non-stop, his mouth seemed to be twitching, and such a trivial matter as being beaten to death on the lord's royal mount did not slow him down at all.

Waving his hand, he blessed himself and the second general Humha with another bloodthirsty technique, and the two giants immediately ran at the speed of galloping horses like they were beating chicken blood.

People who are extremely afraid of death can often unleash amazing potential in the face of the test of life and death. The current kobold shaman is a good example.

The giant monster's shoulders became more bumpy, and Nehru's whole body was shaken to pieces, but he still didn't give up. He successfully completed the spell again, turned around and was broken by another fireball.

That's the end of his magic reserve. For a wilderness shaman, being able to use spells four times in such a short period of time is definitely a super-level performance.

Nehru rubbed his head, because of the excessive consumption of magic power, he saw double images in front of his eyes. However, he was very satisfied with his performance, and he couldn't help being in a good mood after successfully recovering a small life, and began to feel complacent again.

"I said you two idiots really can't count on anything, so tell your lord later, I'll be the team leader."

At this moment, Ha, who hadn't shown much from the beginning to the end, suddenly chanted a series of unfamiliar spells while running, and as the elemental fluctuations overflowed, Nehru immediately felt that General Hem Ha's running speed was much faster.

He opened his mouth wide, and his whole body has become petrified. As an elemental user, Nehru certainly has the ability to discern—

It is the wind that is holding them forward!

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By the time Hendra led people around the high-temperature area formed by the spell collision, and then around the huge body of the iron-eating armadillo, the two giant monsters and the kobold had almost disappeared.

"My lord, are you still chasing?" The guards were asking, but their pace was getting slower and slower, and the speed of the other party's escape made them amazed.

The unwillingness on Hendra's face was so strong that his facial features were distorted, but in the end he could only sigh and say, "I won't chase anymore."

It's not that he is soft-hearted to the enemy, in fact, he wants to destroy the spellcaster more than anyone else. But now is not the time to be arrogant and willful. Soldiers are bleeding and dying every minute and every second.

His ultimate goal is to save the entire Roaring Brown army, not to eradicate the caster. It is barely enough to expel them, there is no time to waste, and the next step must be carried out immediately.

"Follow me!" Hendra drew out his long sword and led the team himself, shouting with arms raised.

A layer of silver-white grudge radiance floats all over the sword body. This is the unique sharp silver grudge of the Gunawen family.

As the grandson of the Marshal of the Empire, his prominent background gave him the opportunity to practice top-notch secret scriptures, and he was taught swordsmanship by a famous teacher since he was a child. Although in the end because of mediocre talent, he was not destined for a higher realm, but his own strength is also first-class.

Hendra vowed that after going back this time, he must pick up the fighting spirit that had been slackened for a long time due to the busy military affairs. There are thousands of schemes and powers in this world, after all, they are not as reliable as the power in their own hands!