"I'm waiting for you." Mobak in the car array had already been ready, and waved his hand: "Get up!"

In an instant, a strong wind blew, and the wind element rolled up a large amount of sand and flew into the sky like a barrage, blocking the front of the meteor fire rain.

Mobak never took action, and was waiting for this moment, not using his undead magic that he was best at, but the meta-type magic.

To be honest, undead magic is not suitable for being a head-on. The weakest one for mages to fight alone should be the undead magician. However, in large-scale wars, the undead magician is the only one who can fight stronger and stronger.

As an immortal soul, he can just use other magic alone. His long lifespan gives him enough time to dabble in all other magics.

With the support of huge mental power, learning other magic is like a graduate student in physics who goes back to study junior high school chemistry. Even if he doesn't learn it well, it's probably okay to learn it.

The prelude to a wind tornado, the strong wind carrying a large amount of sand turned into a wall of strong rocks, and the meteor fire rains that hit it were detonated one by one.

It would be fine if Marin released the fireball, but the fire rain was released, and a thin layer of wind wall would block it. His goal was probably to burn the curtain on the top of the car, but it was easily broken by Mobak.

As soon as an expert took action, he knew whether there was any. Mobak's understatement made Marin frown: "He is a master."

Among mages of the same level, the fight is actually more about wisdom and experience. Everyone’s magic power is similar, but the magic changes greatly. If the casting is restrained by the opponent, the effect will be very different.

However, Marin also has another advantage, that is, he has the initiative. The enemy mage has to deal with the cavalry siege who is besieging the chariot formation, but he can stand outside the circle and cast spells leisurely.

Marin raised his staff over his head, and the magic power surged, and the fire elements around him gathered again.

After a large spell, a high-temperature elemental ball as big as a washbasin was collected from the top of the staff. At the same time, Marin turned his eyes to the center of the vehicle array, locking his eyes tightly.

He stepped forward, pressed his staff with both hands, pushing forward with great force as if he was pushing a cart. His posture was a bit ugly. After all, he was old and his strength was not as strong as a young man, but the high-temperature elemental ball was pushed out and shot out, drawing a relatively straight arc and falling towards the cart array.

During the rising stage, it is still a high-temperature elemental mass that distorts the air, but during the falling stage, the entire elemental mass is ignited and turns into a big red fireball and smashes towards the car array.

"Flying Fire Meteor!" Malin took a sudden breath.

A tornado quickly formed in front of the car array, rolling up the soft gravel on the ground, instantly turning into a stronger salon.

The big fireball of the flying fire meteor hit the salon, shattering the core of the salon, but was smashed by a few tons of sand and gravel dump, just like using sand to extinguish the fire.

"There are so many opportunities." Marin couldn't help but praise him. The most annoying thing about him was that he would encounter such an opponent. He might not be able to do anything to the other party in the end and wasted his magic.

From this moment on, Marin changed his strategy and no longer tried to break the car array. Instead, he casts spells and harassment at once. As long as he could hold the magician who was full of magic in the car array, he would have made great contributions.

This made Mobak very uncomfortable. He never took action just to guard against the enemy's mage. However, now the enemy's mage does not take action, but he cannot stop being alert and can only wait there.

The cavalry finally approached the formation of chariots. Some knights put their hands on the carriage and wanted to drag them out, but found that they did not move at all.

When designing these cars, Luo Xu originally had the idea of ​​using one thing to use, and he equipped them with snaps, which could be buckled in a circle when camping at night to prevent attacks.

It was not that Luo Heng felt that he would be attacked, but an instinctive design idea of ​​an engineering student. In addition to being able to form a car array, each car can also fold the steel plate on the side to become a mobile sales car, and can also be equipped with a high ceiling, which becomes a double-decker mobile RV. Anyway, they are all multi-purpose.

When the car could not be moved, the knight waved his knife and slashed at the snap. With a sound, the blade was broken and a large gap was broken.

If you keep slashing, there is only one way to enter the car array, and climb over.

It is not easy for a cavalry in armor to climb to the top of a two-meter-high carriage. Fortunately, there are companions around you, so they let their companions be ladders. The cavalry jumped onto the top of the carriage on their shoulders. The first thing they saw was the head of a bone horse and two huge hooves.

The bone horse man stood up, easily exceeding two meters, and stretched out his front hooves to reach the other side of the carriage. Before the knight stood firm on the top of the carriage, he was kicked down by two big hooves. The one who kicked the Chinese League One was a big concave and the one who kicked the foot was directly broken.

Hundreds of bone horses blocked the top of the entire chariot formation, and most of those who wanted to climb over from above were kicked down. Occasionally, those with high strength flashed past their hooves and rushed into the chariot formation, but they ushered in an even more tragic fate.

I only felt a sledgehammer hitting my head, dizzy, and a strong man swung a staff to knock himself up. This was the last memory of the knight who broke into the chariot formation.

While smashing people to death like playing baseball, Gray also taught Seber: "Look, this is the most traditional way of fighting for our undead magicians, soul impact and staff knocking to death, so it is very important to have a staff that is worthy of."

Half an hour later, Marin began to get anxious. Two thousand knights and two great magicians couldn't take over a small caravan? What a joke?

With this kind of strength, is the other party really a caravan in Rose Town?

Realizing this, Marin became even more determined to take down this caravan. The caravan with this strength must have a powerful force behind it. No matter whether it is from Rose Town or not, they must be eliminated to die without evidence.

"Help me!" Malin turned his head and said to his fellow mage. After saying that, he held up his hand, a small phoenix of flame gathered in his palm, and gradually changed with the gathering of fire elements.

Marin's mage companions mobilized their magic power without hesitation to gather the fire element, but the fire element he gathered did not use it for his own use, but instead gathered into Marin's palm. The flame phoenix became bigger and bigger under the urging of the two great fire magicians.

At this moment, Marin's body suddenly trembled, and a cold arrow flashed out of his forehead, bringing out a trace of blood, and taking away Marin's life.

The flame phoenix that had lost control floated up, twisting while floating, gradually dissipating. Fortunately, it was the flame phoenix that was used. If it was another explosive magic, the greatest possibility of the elemental out of control was to explode the death of the death, which could also kill another mage present.

The two sword saints suddenly turned their heads and saw that three kilometers away, a human was holding a bow and slowly catching another arrow.
Chapter completed!