Sword and Magic and Taxi

The minotaur swooped over, and Butcher rushed to meet him. Just when the totem pole was about to hit the strong man's obsidian sword, Butcher suddenly stopped, changed from strong to soft, and nimbly avoided the enemy's heavy weapon. Except for Zhao Mai, everyone was shocked and didn't understand why Butcher, who had always been fierce, did such a thing.

If you don’t understand, you don’t understand. This does not affect Ricas’ actions at all. On the gladiatorial training ground, he and Butcher had already had a tacit understanding of each other after half a year and nearly a hundred battles. When he launched his attack, he happened to be halfway through the tauren's swing of his weapon, blocking the midpoint of the beat. You must know that there is a rhythm to recruiting moves. Even if you are highly skilled in martial arts, it is impossible for a weapon to reach different places at the same time. The tauren only has one weapon. Unless he can suddenly double his movement speed, he will be in a hurry and be exhausted.

The totem pole was still slowing down, but had no intention of changing its direction. It seemed to be ignoring the flaming sword that was thrusting towards it. The tauren chose to ignore it and still waved his weapon to attack Butcher. Likas was not polite at all, and used all his strength, but unexpectedly a transparent barrier suddenly appeared, just two inches outside the tauren armor, silently blocking the long sword, and the flames and the blade slipped. To one side.

Damn, he also has that kind of thing. Butcher knew that the weapon's slashing was of little use at this time, so he simply stuck the long sword on the ground and reached out to grapple the tauren, just like he did when dealing with the orcs. However, the tauren used the totem pole as a barrier to avoid Butcher's attack, ignored Licas, and headed straight for Zhao Mai.

Well done. Zhao Mai watched as Likas quickly slashed five swords behind the tauren, but none of them could hurt him. However, he carefully discovered that the Minotaur's transparent barrier kept shaking under the blows of the long sword, and that Likas' long sword did vibrate when it hit. It was not like the absolute defense of a taxi that absorbed power. Effect. In order to find out, Zhao Mai raised his hand and made a move to cast a spell, but secretly transmitted his psychic powers from the soles of his feet to the ground.

The tauren suddenly accelerated, shook off the entangled Ricas, and dived towards Zhao Mai. He lowered his head, and a pair of horns burst out with dazzling light, as if there were flames burning at the tips.

Rocket jump! Psychic power erupted from the soles of his feet, suddenly jumping Zhao Mai up. At the same time, he shouted: Black-scaled ghost lizard, come here!

The tauren stepped on the ground hard, rose into the air, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Mai in the air. But Zhao Mai thought of this earlier than he did. The black-scaled ghost lizard rising in the sky happened to be in opposition to the tauren. The scaly tail whipped across and hit the tauren's force field barrier. The bull's head, unable to rely on any strength in the air, whirled around and fell heavily onto the ruins on the ground, falling in with a loud roar. The black-scaled ghost lizard whined in mid-air. Its tailbone was broken, and it lost the ability to control its balance and fell into the dust.

It seems that the Tauren's barrier does not ignore external forces and effects, but simply offsets damage. It seems that it should be easier to deal with than the Pyramid Orc's. It's just harder and thicker, not invincible. Zhao Mai shouted: Continue to attack, smash his shell, and he will be finished! Hearing this, Likas charged forward, and Butcher swept the formation on one side. They plan to intercept the minotaurs in the ruins.

Unexpectedly, the Minotaur's second attack came faster. After an explosion-like sound, the smoke and dust were instantly dispersed, and the totem pole flew into the sky at an incredible speed. Fire and thunder surrounded it, and the power of rotation made it more powerful and more stable, just like a discharged cannonball, flying towards Zhao Mai. It seemed that he was working hard! The tauren's pupils flashed with light, and he had already calculated the trajectory of the ballistics and Zhao Mai's whereabouts. You can't escape now, can you?! The tauren shouted.

Zhao Mai smiled calmly. If you dare to jump around on the battlefield, you must have corresponding skills and preparations!

Double jump! The psychic power burst out from his right palm this time. Zhao Mai was like pushing a wall, and instantly accelerated to the left, rolling and a little embarrassed, but he avoided the totem pole at the critical moment. Cannonballs. With a bang, the totem pole went straight up, smashed the rock, and rushed straight into the top of the underground cave. Immediately, a large number of rocks began to fall from above.

I used up the psychic powers stored in my legs and right arm at once. This kind of mobility consumes too much power. Zhao Mai was seizing the time to restore his strength as he spoke. Nutou, your fighting ability is not as good as I thought. Is it because of the fact or because I have made too much progress?

It was just a test. The bullhead waved his hand, and the totem pole emitted blue light, squeezed out from the top of the rock wall, and then began to fly towards the bullhead. You are pretty good at hiding, but how many times can you hide? You can't hurt me no matter what, so I will definitely win in the end.

No, the sand above your head will win in the end. Zhao Mai pointed. Tire's underground temple has been buried under the sea of ​​sand. A large hole was blown out of the totem pole, and tens of millions of tons of sand naturally flowed down like a waterfall. The roaring sound is endless, and the sand particles are scattered like clouds and mist. This is our territory, and we all know how to get out of here anyway. So if you move too slowly, even if you win, you will die here. Do you want to take a gamble?

The tauren frowned and rushed towards Zhao Mai before the totem pole flew back. Butcher spotted his move, rushed up from the flank, hugged him suddenly, and dug his feet into the ground, actually stopping the charging bull.

Hit his nostrils! Zhao Mai thought of the white mist sprayed from the tauren's nose before and shouted: That's his breathing hole!

Likas's sword turned and turned into a thorn, heading straight for the tauren's nose. But hope turned into disappointment. There was still a transparent force field protection that blocked the sword, and the sword edge failed to cut his flesh and blood. From the corner of his eye, Zhao Mai saw the totem pole flying towards the tauren, still spitting flames, and shouted to Butcher: Back fall, iron bridge! Then, he turned his imagination into a lasso and tied it to the totem pole. .

Pull me! Zhao Mai suddenly exerted force, and the mental lasso seemed to strangle the neck of the bison leader, and then pulled hard to the side. The inertia of the totem pole was too great, the noose broke, Zhao Mai's soul was backlashed, and blood was left in his mouth and nose after the heavy blow. But the totem pole has changed direction a bit. Originally it was just going to return to the tauren and stop, but this time it hit the tauren who fell on his back hard.

The impact erupted with a huge roar, and both Butcher and the Minotaur were ejected by the impact. Ricas twisted his body, grabbed Butcher's belt with his left hand, used the power of rotation to help him adjust his posture, and then stood firm together after cushioning. The tauren had no friends, so he bounced three times on the ground alone, and lay on the ground breathing heavily.

Be careful of the rays on your head! Satiri warned, while casting the spell power she had prepared on her hand. A fireball collided with the ray of the glowing ball, and the two annihilated each other in the light of the explosion.

Next to Satiri, the ruins of the original building quickly lost their stable structure, turned into sand, and tended to continue to spread. As a mage, she has lost control of magical power and cannot mobilize magic without destroying the environment. To put it simply, she is losing the trust of the life force of Athas in her and is beginning to slide towards the blasphemer.

I... Satiri looked at her hands. Black smoke was rising from the palm prints like ghosts. It was the ashes burned into Athas's life force. If she continued to cast spells, she would most likely be cursed and haunted by blasphemous energy for the rest of her life. I'm afraid I won't be able to cast spells to help you...

The sound of the sand waterfall drowned out Satiri's words, and Zhao Mai failed to hear them clearly. What did you say? he asked.

The tauren stood up again, his body spotless, his fists clenching. Although the protective shield on his body showed signs of being broken, his combat ability was not affected in any way. The battle situation was still unfavorable, and as a last resort, Satiri gritted her teeth and said with firm eyes: It's okay, keep fighting, and leave the matters above your head to me!

The minotaur lifted the totem pole up and stood beside him. He pressed his hand on it a few times, and one side of the totem pole opened. Unexpectedly, it was not solid inside, but a cabinet containing a variety of weapons! At a glance, there are giant swords, battle axes, seven or eight javelins, war hammers and a retractable halberd.

I am a weapons dealer, have you forgotten? Niutou moved his neck, grabbed the tomahawk, took it out, and turned it around a few times. It was cold, snowflakes were flying, and the ground on both sides of him was even frozen. Ricas and Satiri, who had never seen ice and snow before, almost had their eyes popped out.

Zhao Mai was not attracted by the snowflakes. He had been observing the cow head carefully. At this time, he suddenly laughed, pointed at the nose of the cow head and said: Look, his nose is bleeding, there is a cut, and his shell is dead. I knew that even if he stood up on two legs, the cow's nose would never It’s the cow’s weakness.”

Niutou wiped it with his hand in confusion, and sure enough, a drop of blood got on his finger, and he couldn't help but show a nervous expression. Zhao Mai chuckled, then Ricas, then Butcher, and then Satiri.