Sword and Magic and Taxi

Anyone who laughs on the battlefield will be unlucky, like Cao Cao, like you. Zhao Mai couldn't help but said this. The little flower was floating in the air. Although it didn't understand who Cao Cao was, it still kept applauding.

The White Walker's eyes scanned the surroundings and glanced straight at Xiao Hua, completely missing her. The reserve grain was hidden on a branch. The White Walker's eyes paused for a moment, but he didn't pay attention to it. It seems that this monster at least has the intelligence to analyze the enemy's strength, which is much better than the ghoul. It waved the ice crystal sword in its hand vigorously, and then made a beheading gesture, provoking Zhao Mai. It seems that it not only has intelligence, it seems that it may also have a touch of emotion. But does this emotion just arise now, or does it come from habits before death? But even if he is wise, it is impossible for him to have seen the magic of another world. Zhao Mai recited a mantra, and the force of nature gathered in his right hand, spurted out from the tiger's mouth, and condensed into a burning scimitar.

This is the druid's signature spell: the flaming knife. The jet of flame, which is more than one meter long, can be in the shape of a long sword or any weapon, but most of the time it is in the shape of a scimitar, depending on which weapon the operator is more familiar with. Originally, the flame knife was a purely invisible weapon. Armor and shields had no protection against it and would be penetrated directly by it. However, Zhao Mai used the shaping skills of psychic powers on it to give it a flickering effect. The suddenly appearing core can also be used to block the opponent's weapons. The core summoned by superpowers exists temporarily and can be thrown away immediately after use. He wanted to see if the White Walker's freezing ability could destroy this weapon!

Ice and fire clashed, the flame knife slashed downwards, and the ice crystal sword raised to block. Zhao Mai smiled and put away the core of spiritual shaping. The flame knife was just a ball of fire, burning through the ice crystal sword without stopping at all. Then, he immediately stretched his hands forward, the flaming knife shined brightly, and directly cut into the body of the White Walker!

A bright white light erupted where the fire and ice collided, and the White Walkers howled and were blown away by the white light. Zhao Mai also felt a burst of impact, but he just stood still with his feet swaying. Taking a closer look, a large piece of the White Walker's left rib had been chopped off. The ice mist there was hazy. He tried to repair the gap, but it seemed to be extremely slow.

The flame knife's light was a little dim, and it was probably affected and weakened by the power of ice. But this is not a big problem. Zhao Mai turned his wrist and added some natural force, and the flame on the knife returned to its original state. He didn't wait for the blue-eyed White Walker to recover and rushed forward.

The White Walker roared angrily and grabbed another ice crystal sword from the snow with his other hand! It learned very quickly. It knew that the flame sword was virtual and could bypass or pass through the ice crystal sword that was trying to block it, so it simply didn't block it. Two ice crystal long swords, one always aimed at Zhao Mai's vital attack, while the other tried to wrap around the wrist of the hand holding the flame knife.

The flame knife is virtual, but Zhao Mai is not! And Zhao Mai would not sacrifice his only life just to kill one of the many ghosts, so he had to dodge and retreat. However, at the moment when the White Walkers rushed forward to pursue him, Zhao Mai suddenly rushed out to the side, and suddenly went around to the side where the White Walkers only had a long sword.

The flame knife swept across, and another cloud of ice and snow was blown away in the white light. The White Walkers roared and turned around, but they couldn't keep up with Zhao Mai's movement speed. With the help of the psychic powers that burst out from time to time on his toes, Zhao Mai is like pressing a spring. It is the kind of spring that can change direction instantly, and can always be one step faster than the White Walkers.

Using psychic powers to create the core of the Flame Knife gave this spell a new twist. Originally, the flame had to be attached to the hand, but now it can temporarily leave the body with the core of superpower. With the help of the telekinesis ring, Zhao Mai can throw the scimitar out from time to time and then pull it back to strike from multiple angles. Although he was not proficient in this combat technique, the lack of structure also made it more difficult for the White Walkers to adapt. Its blue eyes kept flashing, and it was also thinking of countermeasures.

After circling and slashing around the White Walker for more than twenty circles, Zhao Mai had beaten the White Walker to pieces, leaving only two blue eyes and two ice crystal swords intact. It roared continuously, but it couldn't catch up with Zhao Mai's speed, nor could it keep up with his changing rhythm. It was completely suppressed in the close combat! The White Walker felt cruel in his heart, and was about to... But at this moment, Zhao Mai suddenly backed away, ran ten steps, holding his stomach, and kept vomiting.

What's wrong? Are you injured? Xiaohua flew over and asked with concern. Zhao Mai waved his hand and said reluctantly: I'm so dizzy going around in circles, I want to vomit...

If it were not suppressed by the force of nature, he would have vomited it out at this time. Continuously using psychic powers to accelerate oneself and improve mobility can indeed bring advantages in combat, but it also requires stronger physical fitness to withstand it.

The White Walker was slashed more than twenty times by Zhao Mai's knife-cutting style of swordsmanship. There were gaps all over his body and he looked extremely miserable. However, Zhao Mai could feel that its combat ability had not declined at all. This is the advantage of the undead, especially this ghost-like creature. Weapons can indeed cause damage to White Walkers, but they are not fatal. Can mortal wounds be directly dealt only with dragon's fire, obsidian weapons, or Valyrian steel?

Zhao Mai observed the White Walker, and he almost understood the opponent's martial arts. The strength, agility and reaction ability were good, but they did not pose much of a threat to him. Now it’s time to see what the White Walkers are capable of in terms of magic. He focused his observation on the flow of natural force around him to see how this undead driven by natural force cast spells.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, he was still calm. The White Walker seemed to have no reaction and stood there blankly, looking at Zhao Mai with only two bright and deep blue eyes. What is this, giving up? Would the undead have such emotions? Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly. He took this opportunity to cast a spell to add a layer of protection to himself. Tough bark covered his skin, forming a scale-like armor.

There seemed to be an expression on the White Walker's face. It looked like disappointment or regret? Zhao Mai watched it pick up the ice crystal sword, put it to his mouth, and chewed it off. With this action, the surrounding natural force accelerates and converges on the White Walker, transforming into the power of ice to repair its body.

So, it's better to replenish strength from the surrounding environment, just a magic warrior. After Zhao Mai understood this, he was determined. Overall, the level of magic in Westeros is still average, far from comparable to that of Golarion or the world of Athas. It may have its own characteristics in some places, but it is achieved with more extreme methods, thus leaving a lot of the same fatal weaknesses in itself.

Zhao Mai waited for the White Walkers to finish eating the ice crystal sword and return to a complete state. He has figured out the White Walker's continuous combat ability through fighting, and now he wants to try to use all his strength to see how strong he can use to kill in one blow. Zhao Mai knew very well that there was not only one White Walker, nor would he always act alone. When multiple White Walkers lead a large number of zombies to charge, you must be able to achieve a real result with every blow, and cannot fall into a war of attrition where you fight back and retreat. After all, the living and the undead compete for endurance and consumption, which is purely courting death.

The White Walker opened his mouth and said something. The voice was like ice breaking, and Zhao Mai pricked up his ears but didn't understand what it meant.

But Xiaohua didn't know how she understood: Back off, he's going to blow you up!

A gust of wind blew, and the blue eyes of the White Walkers closed, and then their entire body melted into the wind and disappeared. Store food, move quickly! he ordered. Immediately afterwards, Xiaohua's form broke with a thud. It seemed that the food reserves were transmitted far enough, directly beyond the limit of Xiaohua's appearance range.

The White Walkers can no longer be seen with both eyes, and Zhao Mai can only use natural Force perception to catch it. Originally, he thought that the gust of wind would bring the White Walkers to him and then explode them. Unexpectedly, after the wind stopped, the White Walkers were standing next to the altar!

Baby! Zhao Mai was furious, anxious and ashamed. If he didn't hold back, he immediately transformed into a spiritual element! The white ball of light emitted a dazzling light, just like the sun setting on the ground, instantly driving away the darkness in the forest. The flames of the natural force burned blazingly on the surface of the white ball. Even though they were more than ten meters away, the White Walkers were also ignited, and inextinguishable blue flames rose from their bodies!

Thinking, come here! Zhao Mai went all out and pulled the child over from the altar, freeing him from the hands of the White Walkers. The White Walker roared and exploded! The ice and snow storm centered on the altar and spread in all directions. The surrounding ground was suddenly lifted up, and trees were blown into powder or broken and fell in an instant. Zhao Mai used all his strength to support the psychic shield, forming a slope so that the explosion fragments could slide away at an angle. I saw fragments and air waves constantly impacting the shield, while the baby's swaddling clothes swayed under the protection of the shield, and finally barely avoided this round of impact.

This time it was equivalent to blocking the power of the White Walkers, and Zhao Mai was also quite uncomfortable. Although there was no danger of internal injuries in the white ball state, the vibrations exerted on his psychic abilities made him a little dizzy. However, fortunately, the child was protected and did not suffer the impact of the explosion.

No...why are the White Walkers blowing up the child? Zhao Mai looked down and saw the child's eyes opened. A pair of big, bright blue eyes, like a quiet deep lake under a clear blue sky, so beautiful and moving. The power of ice continued to gather and compress from the baby's body. The child smiled, and he felt the familiar smell, the sweet taste of a cherry, the feeling of the warm natural force flame in the cold wind.

Na... na... The little guy shook his head and tried to face his pale face in Zhao Mai's direction.

Zhao Mai looked in the direction of the White Walkers and yelled: **** your eighth generation ancestor! Then he was drowned in another explosion.