Chapter 1173: conflict

"How bold are people, how big are the babies..."
Xu Zhi hummed low, falling behind the team.
Carrying a basket of grenade blasters and electromagnetic blasters, this is the price he exchanged with Elita for death magic books and parchment.
Nearly seven million blasters were used to prepare for the Caitlin Army in the high-altitude ruins.
The number is not too large, 18 grenade blasters, 22 electromagnetic blasters.
A total of forty blasters.
The Fire Arrow is not suitable for this occasion. In the face of close and dense legion forces, the blaster is obviously a better weapon to deal with.
Xu Zhi, who spent the money, suffered from liver pain, and he has been out of this world for a long time consuming modern thermal weapons.
But Elita had books and parchment in her hands.
Want.
From basic death magic to expert-level death magic books, there is also a magic parchment of spirit poison.
Psychotoxicity, also known as poison, is similar to Xu Zhi's previous Cobra Ring effect.
This magic is only a first-order, and has a limited range of adaptation. Even if it is a tenth level, it is difficult to release it on a living entity with strong anti-magic ability or an immortal.
Stepping into reality, it is also difficult for the master to practice.
But the flaw does not hide Yu.
For Xu Zhi, he had long wanted to learn a cursed magic with damage. Although he was tossed to death by the cursed magic, he was very longing for this skill.
This poison is difficult to get rid of, and only corresponding levels of medical magic and potions are effective.
Extremely troublesome detoxification method, but all the tricks, basically don't need to think about removing it, rely more on the body's hard resistance, or rely on restorative potions and magic to support it.
As long as the move is successful, the weakening ability is extremely strong.
It was probably Elita who was too excited. When pulling the parchment from her chest, she overstretched her head. Xu Zhi also saw another piece of magic parchment, the plague.
It was just that this piece of parchment had just leaked out, and Alita was panic-stricken back into her chest.
This dark priest has a wide range of research, and has caught the plague of Cardonis. Xu Zhi is also very interested in this magic, with high ranks and continuous damage to the ranged group. It is extremely troublesome to rescue.
If you can learn the hand and use the corresponding level of medical magic to solve the spell, it is a proper killer.
Seeing that Alita was exhausted from her body, she didn't dare to take out the plague parchment. Xu Zhi was very clear that this kind of death magic really could be called by everyone.
Without opening, the process of practicing the plague magic in the lower realm is full of blood, even if Elita majors in life magic, it is difficult to avoid this situation.
In a small group like this, if one knows that there is a mage who is involved in the plague, it will be a bit daunting.
Not to a certain extent, Alita is like Xu Zhi, and will not actively display the hidden magic of death magic.
""Curse Collection", interesting."
Looking at the half-torn book of death magic, Xu Zhi knew that there was another one in Elita's hands. The other party was practicing master-level death magic, and the materials were always carried with him.
If you want to get it, that will be the future.
Xu Zhi currently does not have the ability to practice master-level death magic.
"Your squeak, look at your expression, are these little round eggs expensive?" Elita asked in a low voice.
"I hope there will be a little left. If it is all used up, it will be very distressing" Xu Zhi deflated his mouth.
"If I can escape, I will compensate you again at that time, and the price storage will satisfy you."
"Elita, you are such a good girl."
Xu Zhi looked outside. Doug Wugg was stuck at the entrance of the tomb and had begun to wield his hammer and shield.
All the slaves rushed up the stone steps of the burial chamber. They just held broken weapons, and even included small stones. This is purely a death squad. It is worse than the five slags. It is difficult to form any effective lethality.
For Pratlan Black Sword, these war slaves are just a little bit of gold. It can be used at a minimum cost, even if it consumes a little physical strength of the other party and reduces the death of one or two regular legions. Things.
Cold eyes looked at Doug Wuger on the tomb, his eyes flashing with hatred.
"Today, you will die, take my bow and arrow."
The first arrow on the battlefield will be shot by him personally.
This is also a signal to launch an army attack.
Agrinel sneaked in the shadows. Degar held two daggers and lay on the ceiling of the tomb, while Bob pinched his beard, looked outside from time to time, and walked around the tomb.
As for Nags, he looked at Elita's package from time to time, the magic of death, he also wanted it.
But it is incapable of taking it, which is a very nerve-wracking thing.
Despite the temptation of gold tickets, the team did not have a consistent external, money and life, everyone seems to want to see the situation before making a choice.
When there is an opportunity, it is cooperation, and if there is no opportunity, then they can not blame them.
Can't stay and wait to die together.
For them, this contradiction is more like a sense of conflict brought by the mind.
The only one standing in front was Doug Wurg.
Elita carefully watched Doug Wug's situation. If the other side was injured, she must release a magic to save it.
This is her only reliable partner, the longest time together, and a tacit understanding.
Now there is a common reason for cooperation. Only by killing a blood path can they break through.
Xu Zhi is also waiting for an opportunity.
Only when the army of Pratland Black Sword moves, he can make the blaster exert the best power.
Bob has a chance to escape, and he is no exception. Even if he fails, he always has the ability to escape.
Even Agrienaire's distance can make him interrupt the contact with the contractor ~EbookFREE.me~ forced to return to the elemental world.
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An arrow shot into the air, and then a burst of sparks exploded.
"war"
Prattland Black Sword shouted.
"War, war, war."
"War, war, war."
...
The sound wave came, accompanied by the sound of the impact of weapons and armor, and the sound of the bow string tightening.
Suddenly changed in the air.
For the people in the stone tomb, Pratland Black Sword has done the utmost attention, as a small army siege.
In the previous confrontations, he was very clear that these people had their own skills and placed them in the army, that is, the general, or the level of the command of the mage regiment.
There are only a few people, but their ability to play together is no less than that of a small 100-person army.
"kill"
Prattland Black Sword waved, and the armor rushed forward behind him.
From time to time came the high-pitched cry of the team leader, sorting out the integrity of the formation.
"That barbarian, give me a spellcasting entrance."
Halfway, Bob's magic wand walking around pounded the ground, he whispered: "I want to see how powerful Xia Nong's superb elite legion is, it will never be more trouble than Hexis."
"Escape without hitting, it seems that the old lady is not loyal, but if you can't resist, Elita, don't hate me, I will run back and collect the body for you."
The troubadour came out of the shadow again, near the door of the tomb, she stroked the mandala, and a murmur of hoarse singing slowly fluttered out, looking strangely strange.
"Then try it first, maybe I don't have to pretend to die."
Nags reluctantly said that he has superb mental power, but his magic skills are limited, so he can only choose the shot.
"Humph"
Degar, who was lying on the ceiling, made a noise of unknown significance.