Chapter 397: Mythical Missile

The closer to the Nissi Fortress, the safer Joan's situation is, there is no doubt about it, but he also led the red-haired warlock, the disaster star, to his door.
Even if Diego Antonioni can’t catch up with him, at least he can incidentally investigate the strength and garrison situation of the Yalfheim Border Guard, and even have the power to throw fireballs to bomb the barracks and even the granary, wreaking havoc and chaos for the Navy. The follow-up offensive provides convenience.
In this way, wouldn't you be a "leading party" that brought dry food to the enemy?
Is there anything more embarrassing than this?
Joan thought more and more depressed. He was hesitating whether to change the flight direction and lead the red-haired warlock away from his own barracks. He accidentally glimpsed a familiar figure on the sentry tower at the top of the fortress, which seemed to be Roger Dingdall , Chatting with two sentries who are also on duty carrying magic crystal rifles.
Joan's heart moved, and with an idea, he gathered his wings and dived towards the sentry tower, trying to attract Roger's attention.
Roger was responsible for leading the team tonight. The two sentries who accompanied him on guard were carefully selected gunmen from the Knights and belonged to the lance squadron led by him.
"Roger Squadron" nominally belongs to the company level, in fact, there are only 30 people in total.
No way, the magic crystal gun is very expensive equipment, the entire corps can only make up these thirty guns in total, Roger's gun was brought from home.
It was already dark at night. Roger was chatting and farting with two subordinates on the watchtower. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit him. Looking up, a black and red figure crossed the sky and was approaching in the direction of his own.
Illuminated by the bright moonlight, Roger recognized that it was Joan who had transformed into an eagle in front of him, but the red figure behind was strange.
As an iron buddy who played with Joan to a big boy since childhood, Roger soon realized that the situation was wrong!
Under normal circumstances, Joan didn't need to fly so fast over his own barracks, and kept circling around the fortress, seemingly trying to get rid of the red figure that was chasing behind him.
"Bah!" Roger hurriedly spit out the chewing tobacco and hurriedly grabbed his shotgun. "Guys beware, trouble is coming!"
At the signal of Roger, the duty companion quickly sounded the alarm.
Roger raised his gun and shot into the sky.
Since he could not confirm the identity of the red figure, his first shot was more conservative, and he deliberately avoided the other party's vital point, which meant more intimidation than killing.
The bullets roared past, and Diego Antonioni was taken aback. He couldn't catch up with Joan anymore and hurriedly cast a spellcasting gesture.
Joan was already exhausted at this time, finally got a chance to breathe, folded his wings and landed on the sentry tower, leaned down and shouted at Roger and others:
"Hesitate for a fart! Shoot now! Shoot the red hair fiercely!"
"Uh... that red hair, what the did he do to make our mage master like this?"
Roger ridiculed, but his hands were not slow.
After being modified, his shotgun was able to shoot continuously. Raising his hand was three consecutive shots at the red figure hovering in the night sky. Afterwards, he could not observe whether it was hit, and quickly changed the magazine.
The other two gunmen on the sentry tower also picked up the magic crystal gun and aimed at Diego Antonioni and opened fire.
Unfortunately, Roger's shooting was two seconds late, the red-haired warlock had completed the casting process, and a thick fog spread out around him, and he was wrapped in an instant.
The missing bullets fired into the dense fog that filled the night sky. Roger and his companions had no way of knowing whether they had hit the enemy, nor could they see the figure covered by the dense fog. The next round of shooting was pure chaos Shooting birds, all expecting luck.
Joan stood on the top of the towering tower and looked up at the night sky. Seeing that Diego Antonioni had just cast a "hidden fog technique", he chanted a spell to release the "wind-making technique" to his latent dense fog area.
"Súré!"
The powerful airflow created by the magic power turned into a strong wind blowing against the night sky, and instantly dispersed the dense fog.
Antonioni lost his fog cover and was again exposed to the guns of Roger and others, attracting a intensive shot.
Antonioni stood in the air, fluttering in a red dress, sneer in the face, and did not hide from the shooting of the magic crystal gun.
The whistling lead bullets were successively bounced off by the magic shield that shrouded him all over.
When he escaped into the clouds just now, he blessed himself with "shield" and "mage armor", and drank a bottle of "anti-sword enchantment" potion to provide complete protection, and he was not afraid of gunfire.
Unhurriedly chanting spellcasting spells, the scorching magic quickly gathered in his palm, and gradually formed a ball of fire full of violent destructive power.
In just three seconds, Antonioni can complete the preparation of the 3rd ring of "fireball" spellcasting, and the tower below, along with the officers and soldiers of Alfheim, are slamming together!
"Never let him fireball!"
Joan gritted his teeth and quickly invoked a "mythical power" to transform it into a 1st-level spell slot for launching a special spell.
The fireball held in Antonioni's palm is expanding rapidly, and the radiated heat is also soaring. Even Roger and others in the sentry tower feel the hot air blowing on their faces, and they can't help but be shocked.
Just at the moment when the horrible fireball was about to fly out of Antonioni, Joan preempted the spellcasting preparation, waved two missiles, and dragged a purple arc into the night sky.
Antonioni saw Joan's move, and his lips raised a contemptuous arc.
He saw that the little mage intended to use "magic missiles" to interrupt his casting process. The idea was good, but the other party didn't seem to realize that he had blessed the "shield".
Any arcane spellcaster with some actual combat experience should know that "magic missiles" can never penetrate "shield"!
Two purple missiles approached quickly, almost simultaneously hitting Antonioni's magic shield.
So far, it was within his expectations, and what happened next refreshed his knowledge.
The two missiles were not blocked by the shield, but they were easily torn apart by a torn shield, and they slammed into his chest!
It seemed like he was hitting two punches head-on, Antonio Nitton felt black in front of him, and the severe pain in his chest made him suffocate.
Barely restraining the urge to vomit blood on the spot, Antonioni was horrified to find that the ball of fire in his hand was out of control!
The threat posed by "fireball" against him is far more deadly than being hit by two "magic missiles"!
Antonioni changed his face in shock, hurriedly waved the fireball out of control, turned his head and flew away.
The fireball exploded from the moment that Antonioni had mastered.
The roaring sounds awakened the people in the barracks. They stood up one after another and looked up at the night sky. When they saw the fiery fireball, they were all startled.
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