Chapter 345: The wind first

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The clothing worn by the wind is called the wings of the wind, also known as the wings of the wind. It was originally a treasure obtained by a royal family, and was later stolen by the grandfather of the wind. The grandfather was left to the wind after his death.
The wind wing is a very special set of clothes, almost exclusively for the wind magician, it can change with the wind, and can condense the shape, and it can't feel its weight when worn on the body. Yes, it seems to have no weight at all, it is the presence of wind.
This dress was once studied by the Royal Alchemist of the Royal Family, but it did not produce any results, let alone know how it was made. In short, it is a magical treasure.
The high winds flew into the wings, and by inquiring the Yanyang Army, they came to the combat command room and happened to touch Tom at the door when they were drinking.
"Hello." The wind appeared in front of Tom and smelled the smell in the air: "Well, it's a very special scent. The taste of the dragon fruit juice must be good."
This juice is very helpful for the recovery of physical and magical consumption.
"What are you doing here?" Tom glanced at him and finished the purple juice in the crystal glass. He has seen the blast, but he doesn't like this guy with a personality.
Shi Fengxiao didn't care about the language in his words, and laughed: "Of course I came to help, this is the purpose of my coming to Yanyang City."
Tom said: "Yanyang City's defense can't keep you from an outsider to help you keep it."
"It's not like this, it's not up to you to decide." Blast said: "Okay, don't say this, let me go to the front line, I haven't done much for a long time."
"Humph." Tom gave the cup to a guard next to him and left. In fact, he didn't look down on the strength of the blast, even if Yang Yan cared, he would not take it lightly, but he didn't like this guy's eyes.
On the city wall, with the participation of the Yanyang Guard Group, the situation was more effectively controlled, and even the air confrontation was temporarily stabilized.
After listening to the latest situation reported by the lieutenant general, Tom watched the unstoppable coalition forces and mercenaries under the city, while patrolling the guards in other directions of the city wall.
At present, many of the Thousand Tooth Crossbows and Demon Rock Cannons have been damaged. Although there are arrows and cannons, the remaining city defense equipment can no longer effectively prevent the advance of the coalition forces. Now more of them are fighting on the city walls.
The loss of the magician is also very large, which makes Tom worry most. The collection of magicians is an important means to effectively curb the attack of the coalition forces. If the magicians cannot form combat power, the entire garrison will soon be overturned. However, the support of the Yanyang Guard Group and the timely treatment of the hospital ensure that those injured can return to the battlefield as soon as possible.
Tom turned around for a while, and from time to time, he beheaded several coalition forces that had jumped from the air. He glanced at the blast next to him, and saw that the blaster raised his hand, and a strong wind immediately slammed a coalition soldier not far away, as if he was attracted by the raised hand. Immediately afterwards, the wind grabbed the coalition's clothes, and suddenly the wind blade was twisted, and the coalition was twisted into pieces at once.
The gust of wind shook the blood sauce on his hand, and wiped it on Tom's tall body, and asked, "Are the front ones a magician squad?"
"It was a squad dedicated to the Red Robe Grand Master Group. There are several such squads in the city, in order to unify larger magics and cause greater and stronger damage to the enemy." Tom said.
The blast saw many knights and warriors near the team of magicians desperately resisting the rush, or the fallen coalition soldiers, so that the magicians could cast magic with peace of mind. He also saw those empty bottles of juice and potions discarded at the feet of the magician, which of course was used to restore their physical strength and magic power faster.
Medicaments formulated with mountain spring water, narcissus, and big river finfish bone powder have a catalytic and accelerating effect on the restoration of magic power.
"It seems that this is a squad of wind magicians." Blast went over.
These red robe magicians are surrounded in a circle, while gathering powerful magic, forming a huge wind magic array in the air. Immediately after the formation was dispersed, six huge tornadoes were formed in several directions hundreds of meters away, violently destroying the coalition soldiers, and the casualties were hundreds of thousands at once.
After casting the magic, the magicians are panting. They are already tired. Even the big magicians with deep magic and will will be tired due to excessive consumption. At this time, they need a little excitement. Medicines and food.
The wind looked at the wind magic that had just been cast, shook his head, and said: "Is this also called wind magic? This kind of wind is needed when drying clothes. A handful of age, only this level, it is simply Insulting the element of wind in this world!"
"What do you mean!" Several great magicians were very angry when they heard the kid's ironic words.
The wind was nothing, "I mean, this is the first time I have seen such a bad wind magic."
Of course, this sentence is not serious. If the super wind magic of the four great magicians united together is not good, then I am afraid that few people on the mainland can display decent.
These great magicians were even more angry. Among the four of them, the young were in their thirties and the old were in their sixties. How could they not be angry when mocked by such a teenager.
The wind leaped up the edge of the city wall and grabbed a flying arrow head-on. He looked at the sea of ​​people and animals below and smiled: "I will let you a few outdated old things and see what a decent wind is. Magic."
In a flash, the gust of wind turned into a strong blue breeze, flying straight towards the crowd below, and flying to hundreds of meters away.
After a gust of wind blew, a coalition soldier was shocked when he saw a man suddenly appearing in front of his eyes. When he saw the young man clearly, regardless of three seven twenty-one, he stabbed with a metal prismatic stick .
The wind was unavoidable, let him attack, but slowly closed his eyes.
The soldier stabbed a few times with a fighting spirit, and found that they were all empty, like stabting into a false image. He didn't know what was going on, but a guy next to him called out: "It's a magician, an elemental magician!"
The fighting spirit did not hurt him, but the soldier's strength was not enough to hurt the blast.
Some soldiers who were rushing forward also stopped and looked at the guy in the middle.
Slowly, a breeze blew through the crowd, blowing on the hot soldiers, making them feel comfortable and cool.
However, as the wind blew more and more, they gradually blew their magic hats on, causing them to sway their hair and keep their eyes open.
On the city wall, the four mockers who were ridiculed looked at the direction of the wind: "What is he doing? Why hasn't been moving for a long time?"
"Maybe killed by the coalition forces." A big magician smiled. However, although he said so, he did not think so. From the way the blasts went down, the learned magician certainly knew that he was a magician, and he was an elemental magician, and he knew that it was impossible for him Killed easily.
Centered on high winds, the surrounding winds are getting stronger and bigger, and some people are blowing east and west, but they are not strong enough to hurt people.
The magic around him had already hit the wind, but at this time the wind shield rotating on his body undoubtedly blocked those attacks that were not ‘strong’. The wind is radiated out of his body as the center, and the farther and farther, he is guiding all the wind elements nearby to resonate, so that those winds keep the same changes as his body.
Soon, the wind gradually stopped, and the gust of wind opened his eyes. He looked at the bewildering soldiers around him and said lightly: "On the battlefield, there must be a sense of death."
Horror hurricane!
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