Chapter 3032: Decisive Battle in Trial (18)

Boom! ------But Bediville's attack was useless, the bullet was bounced off, because Tristan had the scales of the Frost Dragon on his body!
A more violent crackling sound came from the Mithril fluid, because the fluid is in direct contact with Tristan’s body, and it is more likely to be affected by the cold; while the heat emitted by Bediville is transmitted through the air, which naturally affects the Mithril fluid. Less impact. If this continues, the Mithril fluid will not be able to hold Tristan, and the guy will break free!
"That's it." Bediwell said calmly, letting the Mithril fluid entangle his body. In direct contact with his body, the Mithril fluid also absorbs the heat from Bediwell, and the metal fluid transfers heat extremely fast. The heat has been transferred to Tristan in an instant, causing the fluid that had been almost cold and cracked again. With liquidity!
The battle between cold and hot continues. But Mithril fluid is not omnipotent. If you toss it back and forth with cold and hot, I am afraid it will eventually "broken" and it will no longer be a stable and controllable memory metal. You must think of a solution before this happens!
The solution is ------
can not remember......?
Nothing... can't think of it? !
Bradyville suddenly found that his mind was blank and there was no way to think!
Or it could be said that his mind was disturbed by all kinds of mixed thoughts, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking about countermeasures at all!
This is unusual! No matter how panicked Bradyville is, no matter how chaotic the situation on the battlefield is, the young werewolf is an experienced fighter after all! After all the battles, he cannot lose his mind at this time, unless ------
Bediwell instantly understood that Tristan was using "mental interference" on him.
There are also many types of hypnotism. Powerful hypnotism can make opponents completely give up resistance and obey the hypnotist. But that kind of hypnotism has almost no effect on the battlefield, after all, the opponent is hostile to guard against the hypnotist.
But "mental interference", which is slightly lower than normal hypnotism, can be used on the battlefield.
It is a bit different from formal hypnotism. "Hypnosis" generally imposes a specific order on a specific object, and allows the hypnotized person to act according to that order. And "mental interference" is much simpler, it just continuously emits some chaotic and disorderly commands and thinking noises to the surrounding environment. Because the entire world is immersed in the ocean of photons, as long as these interference signals are spread out in the world of photons, opponents at close range will receive it inadvertently.
Moreover, the more sensitive people are, the easier it is to receive these noises-such as Bediville, a very intuitive person.
Because they are messy signals and commands, they may not be able to order Bediwell to do certain things, but they can quickly disrupt Bediwell's thoughts and make the werewolf youth unable to concentrate on thinking! Bradyville's mind was blank just now (as it is now), precisely because of being disturbed by Tristan's spirit.
[Mental interference] Maybe it's just a humble little trick, not even formal hypnotism. But when it is used in a duel between mages, this trivial trick may be able to determine success or failure. Because the mages must concentrate when casting spells, those who cannot concentrate will inevitably lose!
...The guy Tristan is indeed a genius. Whether it is hypnotism or ice spells, even this area of ​​mental interference is extremely skillful.
Oops... There is a mess in my mind, there is no way to think. Although no sound can be heard, there is indeed a murmur of thinking affecting Bediwell's thoughts. No matter what he tried to calm down, he would be interrupted by the noise.
Can't think of a countermeasure. The Mithril fluid in front of him began to melt and crack, and Tristan would break free within a second. What should I do?
Rather than bothering to think, let the body act!
The weapon in the hand of the young werewolf suddenly slashed towards Tristan, and he simply gave up thinking.
Boom! The Lunar Steel Scimitar fell on the Hoarfrost Dragon Scale, but it was still bounced away!
But Bediville did not give up. The tungsten tortoise tongue whip, which had already been charged in his other hand, was coiled to straighten out, piercing out like a spear, trying to make a big hole in Tristan's chest and abdomen!
Snapped! The attack was still bounced away! This is the first time that the charged blow of the tungsten turtle tongue whip has been bounced off!
It's not over yet! The werewolf youth backhanded another knife and aimed it at Tristan's forehead! The sharp lunar steel machete can split Tristan's head in half horizontally! He shouldn't have made such a merciless blow, but to blame Tristan for interfering with his thinking!
Boom! The attack was still blocked by the white frost dragon scales! Tristan intends to fight Bradyville to the end, defending in place and trying to break free, while on the other side he continues to mentally interfere with Bradyville!
"You bastard!!" The werewolf youth was a bit annoyed. Since physical attacks are useless, use fire! He directly used the incantation fire on [World Tree Shell] to hit the murloc prince's body. The incantation fire turned into a powerful flame sword. The moment it hits Tristan, it ignited and burned. The burning flame surrounded the Murloc Prince!
Of course, Tristan is also constantly releasing frost under the protection of the dragon scales. In the end, this is nothing more than a constant battle between cold and heat, and the consumption on both sides is almost the same!
Do not. It's not the same!
Tristan just responds to "movement" with "immobility" and concentrates on defense. Whether it's self-protection with dragon scales, release of air-conditioning, or mental interference, it is a very low-cost operation.
auzw.com But Bediville needs to manipulate Mithril fluid, manipulate flames, and even manipulate both hands to attack fiercely. The werewolf youth is multi-tasking and is already exhausted! His failure is only a matter of time!
At this moment, the Mithril fluid entangled in Tristan's right hand collapsed, and could no longer withstand the battle between cold and heat. It finally lost the characteristics of memory metal and fell to the ground like mud!
The murloc prince vacated an arm, but Bediveville hadn't noticed it yet. So Tristan quickly took out a small dagger and stabbed it at the lower abdomen of the werewolf youth!
"Um!..." Bediwell let out a puzzled voice.
The match did not actually stabbed Bediwell. He hid it. But the sharp edge of the dagger still cut through his hair and made a small wound on his belly.
The problem is that the dagger carries some kind of poison. A highly toxic substance that causes general anesthesia. And it spread so fast that Bedivre could even feel that from the wound, his whole body began to lose consciousness!
"You...!" Bediwell's movements gradually became sluggish.
"The toxin of the chicken heart snail. Enjoy it." Tristan sneered: "Soon you will become immobile and have to lie here for a long time. And there is no antidote for this poison."
Bediwell had fallen to the ground at this time. The poison attack quickly, and the werewolf youth's whole body was numb, and he didn't listen at all. He never expected that Tristan would take out this kind of thing to trick him during the battle.
But a duel is a duel. In order to win, all the methods available can be used. The rules of the game didn't say that poison was not allowed. There was also a poisoner, Beite, who used poison to fight.
"The toxin of the conch snail is very powerful. It not only flows in your blood, but also invades your nerves and numbs you all over. You will not have a chance to detoxify." Tristan looked at the foamy mouth on the ground. Bediwell: "Ordinary people would have died of cardiac anesthesia a long time ago. However, you are an orc, and your body is much stronger than humans. You should not be able to die?"
Bediwell could not move, but looked at the Murloc Prince angrily with his eyes.
"Don't look at me fiercely. I also want to quickly resolve this meaningless battle, and I have used the most gentle means, and hardly hurt you." Tristan sneered: "This ending is already very good. , You just lie down obediently and watch me take off the crown of this game, ha ha ha."
He confidently believed that Bediville could no longer move and was disqualified from fighting. So when the Mithril fluid completely shattered and scattered from his body, the Murloc Prince patted his body and turned around to leave.
Turning his back to Bediwell too confidently was his biggest mistake.
The young werewolf slowly got up.
"Oh oh oh oh..." Bediwell, who was foaming at her mouth, muttered in a low voice. At this time, Tristan, who was slowly walking away, didn't actually care, and even thought that Bediville was making a low howl of the loser, not to be afraid. He never expected that Bediville could get up, he was getting up!
The fires of spells that were originally divided into two have gathered together and turned into pure ice blue fireballs. This fireball is in the form of manipulating mithril. It summons all the remaining mithril that can be used from the [World Tree Shell] and attaches it to Bedivre.
Incantation is the art of spelling.
You can curse others, or you can curse yourself. And more often, it is to curse yourself.
When using the spell to control his body to a certain extreme, he can manipulate his body as a puppet.
The icy blue spell fire is attached to Bedville’s head, and the werewolf youth is covered with a thin layer of mythril fluid, making his whole wolf look icy blue, all over Heavy metal feel.
It just changed from Silver Wolf to "Mithril Wolf".
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"You...impossible!" Tristan heard the amazing roar, turned his head to look at Bediwell who stood up, and was shocked: "The toxin of the conch snail should have completely numbed your nerves, you Can't even move?!"
"Oh oh oh oh..." Bediwell did not answer, or answered with a low groan that was almost irrational. His eyes have only whites and no pupils, and they look abnormal.
He was in a violent state, just using his unyielding will to continue to control his body that shouldn't be controlled!
That's right, the toxin anesthetized the nerves in his whole body, and every inch of the nerves had been disobedient.
However, before that, the nerves of Bediville's body had been eroded by the mithril fluid. In his bone marrow, in his spine, in every nerve thread, there is mithril fluid that is completely assimilated with the nervous system.
The human body manipulates the whole body by electrical signals conveyed by the nervous system. And Bradyville's body has long surpassed the backward signal transmission method of electrical signals. It can be considered that every inch of muscle and every bone in his body is moving with the mithril fluid, which is "brain controlled".
Every thought of him will turn into a signal to control his body, and he will control his body actions with zero delay! Faster than anyone, stronger than anyone! Moreover, the neurotoxin of Conch Snails has no effect on the inorganic substance of Mithril fluid!
------The Mithril Wolf, turned into a blue lightning, hitting the Murloc Prince Tristan!