Chapter 224: accidental injury

In Valoran, there is a word from Promise Kendo that is widely circulated among the general public.
"Angry brings impulse."
For a warrior, generating anger and strengthening himself with anger is just an entry, and truly mastering anger and turning anger into his own is a more advanced technique for fighters.
Only those who really master the anger can go further in the warrior way.
However... Although Morde Caesar is strictly a spell warrior, his mastery of anger is still very elementary.
Elementary to no entry level.
Mode Caesar has always been a master who crushes the enemy with absolute power. Studying anger and thinking about anger are non-existent!
For Rhodes, such enemies are best dealt with.
That’s right, in a head-to-head battle, even the Promise of the Promise is difficult to defeat Morde Caesar-but in front of Rod, a dozen Morde Caesar tied together is not as terrible as a real Promise Swordmaster .
The enemy Rhodes is best at dealing with is the kind of Morde Caesar-the crush on IQ... the coolest!
After all, before completely recovering his strength, Rod is still an opportunist. As long as he is given a chance, even if it is fleeting, he will make the enemy pay a heavy price-for example now!
After discovering the withering defect of Mode Caesar, Rod finally narrowed his eyes.
well.
I'm so worried that I can't break your turtle shell-now you give yourself a chance, don't blame me.
Now Rhode's task is to let Mode Caesar die for himself.
But although Mode Caesar was stunned by anger, he was not stupid.
If his actions are too deliberate, not only can he not deceive Mod Caesar, he can even calm him down.
"Don't you dare to promise you a blight," this low-end approach is naturally not feasible.
So the best way is to sell a flaw.
In this battle, wanting to sell a flaw means being injured.
Considering the strong curse both on Mordkaiser's mace and spells, Rod felt that he needed to make a little preparation in advance.
Marking a space anchor, Rod also left a time position for himself. ..
The use of time is also a regular project of the mage-but Rod is not very good at time spells. The greatest extent he can do is to mark a state of his time, and then quickly recover in the case of injury and curse. Too.
(It looks like a beautiful spell, but it needs to be marked separately, the positioning time is limited, and the dispel effect is general...In short, it just looks beautiful.)
After preparing for everything, Rod appeared in front of Morde Caesar by firelight again,
This time Rhodes simply raised his hands.
Two Saffron fire snakes appeared in front of Rhodes and quickly entangled in Morde Caesar.
Saffron Flames seemed to be alive under Rod's control, and meandered towards Morde Caesar, trying to restrain Morde Caesar together with his armor.
This is of course impossible.
The two Saffron fire snakes began to cool down quickly when they contacted the black mist around Mordekaiser, and quickly became two "dead snakes", and the extinguished Saffron flames became molten The was also quickly eroded by the black mist and eventually disappeared.
But in any case, the two fire snakes still slowed Mordekaiser's hammer movement.
When the formed by the two fire snakes disappeared, Rod's next spell was ready.
"Feel the storm from the flames of Saffron!"
The blockbuster is the flame of Saffron spreading quickly on the back of the dragon-the dragon under Morde Caesar gave a painful roar, she instinctively wanted to roll her breath, but Morde Caesar suppressed her consciousness and forced She was honestly baked, but still motionless.
Mode Caesar doesn't want this dragon anymore?
of course not.
At the next moment, a large area of ​​black mist spread out, and wherever the black mist went, Saffron flames went out directly.
But... it seems that because he didn't hold his hand, this black mist extinguished the flames of Saffron and corroded a layer of slag, and then stripped off the scale armor on the back of this ice dragon.
The whole dragon's back was covered with flesh and blood.
The ice dragon is still roaring, but compared to before...it looks weak.
To some extent, the intensity of the spirit determines the "spirit" of the undead. After the seemingly powerful ice dragon has experienced a lot of pain, it seems to have collapsed a lot-even her flight speed has decreased. Too.
"Yo, but I can't start venting my pets? Gee, can't see it, Morde Caesar, you taste it-quite heavy!"
Morde Caesar was going mad-but he still subconsciously shrank his spells to prevent this unlucky ice dragon from really being completely finished.
In this case, Rod finally began to face Morde Caesar.
Come, come and stand!
Rod also made a hammer with the flames of Saffron, and after applying a vigorous spell to himself, he stood on the dragon's back and Mordekaiser began to stand.
Morde Caesar's hammer-Rod's Saffron Warhammer was destroyed.
But it doesn't matter, Rhode makes another one every minute, come again!
Mode Caesar was another hammer.
Rod's Flame Warhammer was destroyed again.
But no matter how many times Modes Caesar destroyed Rod's Warhammer, Rod could always quickly create a new Saffron Flame Warhammer, and then block Modesé's hammer.
"Mode Caesar-won't you be a lady?"
That's right, you can only block one at a time-but you can't stand Rod to change a new Warhammer every time!
Morde Caesar became more and more irritable.
He didn't know not to look at Rod's grinning all the time, but in fact it was very expensive-forcibly blocked by the means of warriors, Rod couldn't eat it.
If Mode Caesar calms down, he will just consume it with Ron, and Rod will play with himself a few more times.
But the anger is always on the face of Rhodes with a grinning smile, as if Morde Caesar's attack can be stopped by consuming a little mana.
So ~EbookFREE.me~ Mod Caesar, who lost his ability to think, decided to make a big shot.
Raised the mace again—but this time, Mode Caesar also prepared his own spells.
Rhode still grinned, as if he was unprepared-the same as last time and last time, he raised his Flame Warhammer again, trying to block Morde Caesar's attack.
"Oh roar, our Ms. Caesar is hitting the walnuts again."
Then, Mode Caesar seized the opportunity and launched the spell.
Gravity and black mist appear together.
In the dark mist, the flame could not burn; under gravity, Rhode could not escape.
"I call you cheap—hope that when your soul is crushed in my hands, you will still be able to do so!"
Seeing that he was attracted by gravity, he began to be dragged into the dark mist, and Rhode's face showed just the right fright.