Chapter 556: Endless run

"Casio won't be stupid enough to die! No one needs to worry about him, just run away!"
After all, it is Shrek who knows his court poet better, and keeps running forward, and reminds Joan and Clark not to be distracted by Casio.
Joan hesitated for a moment, then turned into an eagle and took off, and was ready to cast.
If Casio is caught in a siege of a griffin, he casts a spell to help the poet out of the trap, while not delaying his journey.
Under his intense gaze, Casio's figure quickly approached the group of golden griffins swooping down from the sky. When the distance between the two sides was within 60 feet, the poet suddenly raised his hand to the sky, and his palm burst into an ice blue. The cold current spreads like a vertebral body, and the roaring snowstorm instantly swallowed up the mythical griffins clustered in the air!
The sky was full of frost and the cold wind swayed, and Joan couldn't help but shudder, as if he was instantly naked and immersed in the ice cave. Even the protective spell "endurance environment" blessed in advance can't resist this bitter chill!
Joan was only affected by the magic cold wave inspired by the spell.
As for the mythical griffins that bear the brunt, the golden feathers are all covered with thick frost, desperately spreading the frozen wings, mourning and drifting away from Casio.
"The 5th Ring "Ice Cone"!"
Joan couldn't help but blurt out the name of the spell Casio had just cast, and he was deeply shocked.
When he was studying at Leiden College, Joan had listened to the Rolls Instructor’s
Ice Cone
more than once, saying that it was the opposite of the poor optimization of the 5th-level spell. .
However, when he really witnessed the powerful power of "Ice Cone" at this time, he realized how naive and ridiculous his preconceived prejudices were!
No matter how bad the "Ice Cone" is, it is not perfect enough compared to other better-optimized 5-ring arcane spells, but its lethality is blameless. It is as strong as the mythical Griffon, and a "Ice Cone" is on the front. Whether it is death or injury, there are only scattered people.
"Casio, good job!" Clark cheered excitedly for the poet.
There was no expression of joy on the poet's face. He landed and smiled bitterly to remind his companions: "I can only cast the "Ice Cone" once a day, and I will rely on you next."
While Casio cast a spell to disperse the griffins, Joan they accelerated their pace and rushed to the front of the castle gate.
Seeing the magical light appearing on the door from afar, Joan guessed that the door must be blessed with a "secret lock", and he quickly chanted the spell-casting spell, pointing away from the door a hundred feet apart.
"Ando!"
The closed door made a muffled noise, and the mechanical door lock with a magic seal was all cracked by the "percussion technique" that Joan had just performed.
Clark was overjoyed and dashed past to open the door.
However, this large iron door was not particularly heavy, or it was in disrepair, and the bearings were rusted. Clark tried his best to open a narrow door gap, which was not enough for a giant like him to pass through.
Clark was so anxious to wipe sweat that he turned around and greeted Shrek to help him push the door.
The Frost Giant and the Mythical Ogre, the two Hercules each pushed a door panel, and the door followed a harsh "creaking" sound, slowly turning inward.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Casio turned around and saw a large group of mythical owl bears chasing up, roaring and thrilling, and could not help but rush out a cold sweat.
He himself could cast a "vaporized body" through the narrow door gap, and the thin Joanne might also be able to squeeze the door sideways. Clark and Shrek are two big guys, but there is really no way to escape.
Joan took a small ball of butter, sulfur, and iron powder from the spellcasting material bag, turned around and stood in front of the door, silently watching the large group of mythical owls quickly approaching, and forcibly calmed down and cast a spellcasting gesture. All you can do is help your companions to find time to open the door to survive.
"Úré!"
Joan raised his hand and pointed, "The Fiery Ball" soared into the air, roaring and crashing into the mythical owl rushing to the forefront.
The monster couldn't help but was stumbled by a fireball. The silver-gray fur was ignited. He hurriedly slammed the flames on his body and gave a roar of exasperation.
Then there were mythical owl bears, and there were no less than ten heads. I saw a fire in front of my companion, and a large fireball was blocked in the middle of the road. After a little hesitation, I spread to the sides of the avenue, intending to bypass the fireball Block continuing to pursue the intruder.
Just a few seconds after the mythical owls were forced to make a detour, Joan had completed another spell preparation process, pointing at the "flaming fire ball" hovering in the middle of the road from the air, calmly chanting the start spell.
"Lumbor!"
"Flame Ball" suddenly burst into a strong flash, instantly illuminating the night sky like daylight!
All mythical owl bears stabbed their eyes with this sudden flash of light, unable to conceal their faces and mourn, temporarily unable to see things.
Frequent spellcasting in a short period of time will also cause a great burden on the health of the spellcaster. The handsome face of the young mage has already lost his blood, and his forehead has become blue.
However, he has not stopped casting spells.
Resisting a strong headache, Joan chanted the mantra again, detonating the second wave of "pyrotechnics" using the "flaming sphere" as the origin, creating a large group of choking smoke, turning the group of myths that have not restored their eyesight. The owls were all shrouded in billowing black smoke, forcing them to breathe hard, coughing repeatedly, and were afraid to chase the intruder in front of them.
Clark and Shrek finally pushed open the gate of the castle, turned around and greeted Joan anxiously as soon as they entered.
Joan took a deep breath and quickly rushed into the door with his headache and fatigue.
"Okay! Guys are all in!" Clark said to Shrek with his shoulders against the door. "Fat! Try harder and help me close the door to prevent the monsters from coming in!"
"Good!" The ogre king rubbed his hands, his arms pushed forward violently, and the large iron door with rusty bearings made a harsh metal friction sound again, slowly turning to the outside.
Just as the two doors were about to close, a golden figure flew outside the door and banged hard against the door.
A huge griffin head squeezed forcibly through the door slit, roaring and trying to bite Clark.
The Frost Giant is busy pushing the door, daring not to let go, but can only bury his head deeply to avoid the fragile face from being bitten by the griffin. As for the thick skinned parts of the shoulders and spine, even if the griffin is bitten by the flesh, the blood is flowing and the blood flows. He couldn't take care of it either, he only gritted his teeth in patience.
Casio was taken aback by the mythical griffon who suddenly rushed over!
After a short period of stunnedness, the poet picked up the lute and rushed up, beating the gryphon indiscriminately.
Qiao An was also anxious to see this situation. His companions were entangled with the mythical Griffon. In this case, it was easy to injure himself by casting offensive spells.
After a moment's thought, he took out the "revolver magic crystal gun" taken from Henry Baldwin, approaching the mythical griffin with both hands, pointing at the monster's head and pulling the trigger!
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