Reckless Through The New World

Relying on the protection of magic props, the Count was not injured, but he felt severe pain in his heart, far worse than the injury.

He was deceived! Tricked by those stupid, rude, inexperienced adventurers! I was deceived by Eric, the hairy boy who grew up in the royal capital and the wind and drizzle!

What a humiliation this is!

For a moment, he could hardly help but scream up to the sky to relieve the depression and anger in his heart.

But he didn't.

It's not that his self-control is very strong, but... the reality does not allow it.

The magical feast prepared by the traversers for the Tarakhan army, of course, will not only be the ice ridge torrential rain. Just as the ice ridges in the sky are gradually falling, this wave of attacks has come to an end, and it is another round. A magical halo emerged, and then a green brilliance slowly condensed.

Everyone knows that the green brilliance is definitely not a good thing, but at this moment, the rain of ice ridges is still falling, and everyone has done their best just to resist it, and they can't spare the strength to do anything.

In fact... even if they can free up their strength, they can't do anything.

The large magic circle prepared by the traversers was activated by drawing on the power of the earth. In order to reserve enough energy for it, they deliberately delayed it for a long time, from the middle of winter to the end of winter and early spring. Now the magic circle has reserved a huge amount of power, not to mention the average spellcasters in the northern kingdom of the kingdom, even if they are kings All those great magicians called "sages" came over, and they could only barely protect themselves.

Want to crack the magic circle? If I really summon Lamer's projection, there is still hope...

After the green brilliance condensed, it did not form ice edges or anything, but turned into thick fog and slowly descended from the sky.

"Poison fog!" Someone exclaimed.

Everyone was shocked—in all kinds of attacks, the poisonous fog was an extremely difficult type to defend against. There are very few tools that can filter the air, and the entire Tara Khan army does not know if they can make up a hundred.

In the face of the poisonous fog, without such tools, you can only gamble that your body is strong enough to endure it.

Many people ran away, trying to get out of the range of the poisonous fog, but they only ran a few steps before the poisonous fog fell to the ground.

Everyone is trying to hold their breath, trying not to inhale the poisonous mist as much as possible, some people cover their faces with cloth, and some people sprinkle water on the cloth, hoping to strengthen the filtering effect.

However, it's all useless.

The first is that the person holding his breath can't hold his breath any longer, he can't help but take a big mouthful of breath, and this breath **** the poisonous mist into it. So they immediately turned black in front of their eyes and their feet were soft, and their bodies fell limply, and soon fell into a coma.

Immediately afterwards, the person who covered his face with the cloth followed suit; after a while, the green poisonous mist was reduced to thinning, but the person who covered his face with the wet cloth finally opened his eyes of despair and fell down when dawn came. Before.

After a while, most of the people in Tara Khan's army had been brought down by the poisonous mist, and those who were able to survive with their strong physique would save one in ten steps.

However, the magic circle is not over yet.

After the green light faded away, the red light lit up again.

Accompanied by this red light, groups of fireballs appeared in the air, and then smashed down mercilessly.

Interestingly, many comatose people were awakened by the burning pain after being hit by these fireballs.

In the command center of the traveler, everyone shook their heads one after another, looking at the emperor with a single horn on his head, and a man with two long beards on his lower jaw.

"Fenghuang, Liu Daoqing, your 'Five Elements Movement' is unreliable! The force is too fierce!"

"Yeah, what kind of water and wood make fire... In fact, the hypnotic poisonous fog can be finished, and there is no need to smash fireballs!"

"Next, there will be fire and home-grown gold... Is it really necessary? I think it's better to smash more fireballs than anything else."

"Stop the magic circle. If you continue to fight it, it will be a senseless slaughter."

Hearing Anka's persuasion, Wu Mian raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone.

Everyone was a little unconvinced.

"Anka, don't be soft-hearted! We're going to fight with them next. Now we'll do one more, and then we'll be a little easier!"

"Not only that, but the Earl will definitely show his true colors later. When they see it, he will have to brainwash them to make them forget about these things... It's very troublesome! It's better to let them die clean and neat!"

"Killing also has experience points. Although everyone is divided equally, each person can also get a lot..."

Seeing everyone talking, most of them were unwilling to stop the magic circle, Anka sighed, shook his head, and said nothing.

So Wumian continued to activate the magic circle, and after the fireball smashed, stone after stone fell.

These stones are not very big, but they have a very heavy feeling. Once the Tarakhan Army is hit by them, they will immediately feel extremely heavy, not to mention running away or resisting, even standing up straight. very difficult.

Especially those knights wearing heavy armor, the thick armor blocked the ice ridges and fireballs for them before, but now it has become the biggest burden, making them fall to the ground one by one, unable to lift even an arm.

After the earth, is the final change of the magic circle, Jin.

The golden rays of light condensed in the sky, but they did not turn into real objects, they just fell one after another.

This light has nothing to do with it, no matter whether the shield or the armor, in front of it, it is like a paper paste, and it is easily penetrated. Tara Khan's soldiers finally couldn't escape, and they fell one by one in the golden light with extremely powerful piercing power, losing their lives.

When the golden light gradually dimmed, among the thousands of soldiers who followed the earl into the valley, very few were lucky enough to survive.

The magic field on the Count's body flickered, blocking all kinds of attacks for him. What followed was that one magic item after another on his body was exhausted, and he would either lose its brilliance or simply shatter.

Each of these magical props is a lot of money!

The Count watched as the magic items lost their power, and watched his army almost completely annihilated under the attack of the magic circle, and he couldn't help but feel a great hatred in his heart.

Seeing that the army around him was almost dead, he finally let go of all scruples and issued an order.

"Never mind! Start!"

"I've been waiting for your words!"

An eerie and sharp voice sounded in the shadow under his feet, and accompanied by a smirk, the demon with the characteristics of a fly jumped out suddenly and roared towards the sky.

With a roar, the carriages parked outside the valley shook. The secret door under the carriage was opened, and groups of dark and dark shadows emerged from it, cruising through the forest like a fly, roaring and laughing, roaring toward the valley.

The Count finally took out his trump card and summoned the devil to help.