Chapter 1631: Show Your Skills (Ⅰ)

Scala grabbed Sharman's back collar tightly, staring at his face with nine pairs of eyes, looking extremely alert.
"Brother Joan reminded Scala, don't trust the cunning Sharman!"
"Sharman is a cunning viper!"
"Sharman is a selfish ghost!"
"Sharman is full of bad water!"
"The cunning Sharman only wants to use Scala, regardless of Scala's life or death!"
"Brother Joan told Scala that he must keep an eye on the cunning Sharman!"
"Especially when Shaman casts his teleportation spell, he must catch this cunning viper, and he must not be allowed to leave Scala and escape alone!"
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Hearing the roar of Scala's nine heads, Sharman's face was blue with anger, struggling with his legs while screaming.
"Scala! You brainless fool! Don't believe the mage of that little mage! Don't you see it, the boy is clearly insulting!"
Scala shook nine heads and proudly retorted: "Scala has brains and nine brains!"
"Brother Joan has not lied to me, Shaman always lied to me!"
"Scala is not stupid, knowing who is more believable!"
"At least I didn't lie to you this time!" Sharman shouted angrily, "This spell is not for escape, I want to send you to--"
The latter half of the sentence, choked in Shaman's throat, couldn't say it.
He wanted to send Scala to the enemy crowd to make a big fuss, then the question came, if Scala asked him why he didn't send him together and fight side by side, how would he answer?
If you honestly answer that you are afraid of death, so you don’t want to take risks with Scala, wouldn’t you take Joan’s accusation and admit that you are using Scala?
If so, Shaman had to worry about angering the nine trolls and was shattered by Scala.
Just when he opened his mouth and tried to compile a reason to get through, the "Any Door" was already activated and he sucked in Scala.
Frightened, Scala grabbed Shaman tightly without letting go. As a result, Shaman was also sucked into the "Arbitrary Gate", and the two disappeared at the same time. After a few seconds, they were simultaneously sent to the position of the Feizhen Army, exactly the same as the enemy’s method division. position.
Sharman looked around and found that all the Fijian casters wearing military robes were afraid. There were probably a hundred people in total, so they almost scared the urine!
Fortunately in the unfortunate, the Feizhen Army Master Regiment was disturbed by the "Aufa Siphon Field" radiated from the ground, and was in a state of extreme chaos. No one could take care of the two aliens transmitted by the chaos.
The nine trolls Scala had no complicated ideas. After transmission, they found themselves among a group of strangers. They suddenly burst into joy, shook their heads, and roared with a roar. They grabbed a nearby enemy, and threw blood into their mouths.
"Meat! A lot of meat!"
"It's all meat!"
"Scala has dinner!"
Nine trolls roared into the crowd, slaying the ring, nine heads biting like crazy, as if chasing a frightened rabbit.
At such a short distance, the Fijian caster simply had no power to fight against this crazy monster, and their magic power had been stolen, and they could only run around instinctively. The chaotic scenes continued to increase.
Sharman curled his head and curled his buttocks to look around the dogfight area. He quickly climbed to a nearby corpse, trying to pick off the other's uniform.
Unexpectedly, the guy was still dead, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, moaning for help.
Sharman was terrified, but soon discovered that the man was covered in blood and semi-comatose, and he didn't seem to recognize that he was not himself.
Sharman slapped the dying Fei Warlock's cheek and asked in his ear, "Hey! Man, how are you doing this? Why did you suddenly stop casting spells and panic everywhere?"
"Beware... someone steals secretly..." The dying man made a weak voice.
"What did you steal?" Sharman asked eagerly.
"Stealing spell slots... loss of magic..." Before he finished, he gasped.
Sharman was taken aback, hurriedly pushed away the corpse in his arms, and hurriedly looked at his "magic bit".
However, everything is normal, and there is no loss of magic power, and there is no shortage of his magic skills.
"Bah! What the is this nonsense? It's inexplicable!"
Shaman shook his head in confusion, thinking too much, quickly took off the robe of the dead and put it on himself.
Looking at the Fei Zhenjun badge on the neckline and cuffs, Sharman nodded with satisfaction, pulled down the cloak hood, and raised the "burning staff", taking advantage of the chaos to "show his skills".
Sharman did not intend to chase the scared Fijian caster like Scala, and instead released the "fire wall" towards the infantry matrix lined up with guns on the left and right sides.
A wall of fire rose from the crowd, breathing flames. The Fijian soldiers near the fire wall were immediately ignited, screaming, dropped their weapons, and rolled over on the ground. Soldiers farther away were also frightened and retreated in a hurry. The original formation was neatly formed, and then showed signs of chaos.
Joan suspended stealthly in the sky, witnessing the "Snake Hand" Shaman enter the enemy camp with Scala bravely, but was also amazed by Shaman's guts. It seems that this treacherous and frivolous guy will occasionally have courage. Human performance.
Over time, the Fijian casters on the battlefield gradually calmed down.
Someone took the lead in trying to fly with a spell, and soon discovered that the phenomenon of the loss of magic power disappeared mysteriously after a certain height above the ground.
Although he didn't understand the principle behind this phenomenon, this result surprised the casters and quickly reminded his companions to fly as soon as possible.
There are spell slots that cast spells. If the spell slots are stolen, use the reels to cast spells, or take the "flying" potion. In a short time, the casters who are lucky enough to escape the Scala's claws on the position all flew.
Major Mark Smith urged Mercedes-Benz to come and appease his method division. Don’t panic, maintain the flight status, and the spell position continues to attack the enemy’s leading troops. Others may wish to cast a magic wand to maintain firepower output.
Joan frowned slightly when he saw enemy spellcasters lift off.
"Aofa Siphon Field" has a radiation radius of only 60 feet, and beyond this range, it cannot play the role of absorbing magic.
Magisters also have flying capabilities, but Joan does not want Zaku to get out of the mud cover and take off to kill enemy casters. If this hole card is exposed, it is likely to attract enemy siege, causing Zaku to be destroyed.
With a little thought, Joanne came up with two countermeasures.
He first opened the spellcasting material pack, took out a red handkerchief and a small piece of black agate, chanted the spell of the 2 ring arcane "Flying Beasts" softly, summoned 1100 ferocious bumblebees in one breath, chasing the enemy forces in the air The caster forces them to have no time to focus on casting.
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