Chapter 1631 Show Your Skills (Ⅰ)

Scala grasped Sharman's back collar tightly, and nine pairs of eyes were fixed on his face, looking extremely vigilant.

"Brother Joan reminded Scala not to trust the cunning Sharman!"

"Sharman is a cunning viper!"

"Sharman is selfish!"

"Sharman's belly is full of bad water!"

"The cunning Sharman only wants to use Scala, but doesn't care about Scala's life or death!"

"Brother Joan warned Scala to keep an eye on the cunning Sharman!"

"Especially when Sharman casts the teleportation spell, this cunning poisonous snake must be caught, and he must not be allowed to leave Scara and escape alone!"

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Hearing the roar from Scala's nine heads, Sharman was so angry that his face was blue, and he kicked his legs and struggled, and at the same time cursed.

"Scala! You stupid fool! Don't believe that little mage's nonsense! Can't you see that that kid is clearly trying to sow discord!"

Scala shook her nine heads, and proudly retorted: "Scarla has brains, and nine brains!"

"Brother Qiao An never lied to me, Sharman always lied to me!"

"Scala is not stupid, I know who is more credible!"

"At least I didn't lie to you this time!" Sharman yelled angrily, "This spell is not for escaping, I want to teleport you to—"

The second half of the sentence was choked in Sharman's throat, unable to speak.

He wanted to send Scala to the enemy crowd to make a big fuss, so here comes the question, if Scala asked him why he didn't teleport to fight side by side, how would he answer?

If he answered truthfully that he was afraid of death, so he didn't want to take risks with Scala, wouldn't it be true for Joan's accusation and admit that he was using Scala?

If he really answered that way, Sharman would have to worry about angering the nine-headed troll and being torn to pieces by Scala.

Just when he was tongue-tied and trying to make up a reason to get away with it, the "Any Door" was activated, sucking Scala in.

Frightened, Scala grabbed Shaman tightly and did not let go. As a result, Shaman was also sucked into the "any door". Location.

Shaman looked around and found that all he could see were Feizhen spellcasters wearing military-style robes. There might be as many as a hundred of them in total, and he was almost scared to pee on the spot!

Fortunately in the misfortune, the Feizhen Army Mage Corps was disturbed by the "Arcane Siphon Field" radiated from the ground, and was in a state of extreme confusion. No one cared about the two aliens who took advantage of the chaos and sent them over.

The nine-headed troll Scala didn't have any complicated ideas. After teleporting, he found himself among a group of strangers. He was elated, shaking his head and howling, grabbing a nearby enemy, stuffing it into his mouth and biting it until blood splattered.

"Meaty meat! So much meaty meat!"

"The ground is full of meat!"

"Scala is ready for dinner!"

The nine-headed troll roared and rushed into the crowd, killing and biting nine heads like they were chasing a group of frightened rabbits.

At such a close distance, the Fizen spellcasters were completely powerless against this crazy monster, and their magic power had been stolen, so they could only run around according to their instincts, and the chaotic scene continued unabated.

Sharman curled up with his head in his arms, his buttocks pouted, looked around in the melee area, and quickly crawled towards a nearby corpse, trying to take off the opponent's military uniform.

Unexpectedly, the guy wasn't dead yet, so he grabbed his wrist suddenly, moaning for help.

Sharman shivered in fright, but soon found that the man's face was covered with blood, and he was in a semi-conscious state, as if he didn't recognize that he was not his own.

Sharman patted the dying Feizhen Warlock's cheek, and asked in his ear: "Hey! Dude, what did you do? Why did you suddenly stop casting spells and run around in a panic?"

"Be careful...someone secretly steals..." the dying man made a weak voice.

"Steal what?" Sharman asked impatiently.

"Stealing spell slots... magic power loss..." Before he could finish speaking, he died.

Shaman was taken aback, hurriedly pushed away the corpse in his arms, and hurriedly checked his "magic position".

However, everything was normal, and there was no loss of magic power, and he did not lose any magic slots.

"Bah! What nonsense is this ghost talking about? It's just incomprehensible!"

Shaman shook his head in confusion, he didn't want to think too much, and quickly took off the robe of the deceased and put it on himself.

Looking at the Feizhen Army badges on the neckline and cuffs, Sharman nodded in satisfaction, lowered the hood of his cloak, raised his "burning staff", and "showed his talents" while taking advantage of the chaos.

Sharman did not intend to chase the frightened Fizhen army spellcasters like Scala did, but instead cast the "Wall of Fire" towards the infantry matrix with guns lined up on the left and right.

Walls of fire rose from the crowd, spouting flames. The Feizhen soldiers near the fire wall were immediately set on fire, screamed and dropped their weapons, falling to the ground and rolling. The soldiers who were a little further away were also frightened and retreated in a hurry. The formation that was originally neatly formed showed signs of chaos.

Joan hovered invisibly in the sky, and witnessed the "snake hand" Sharman leading Scala into the enemy camp. He was surprised and disrespectful of Sharman's courage. It seems that this treacherous and wretched guy occasionally has the courage to pass human performance.

As time passed, the Fizen spellcasters on the battlefield gradually calmed down.

Someone was the first to try to cast spells to fly, and soon found that after a certain height off the ground, the phenomenon of magic power loss disappeared mysteriously.

Although they didn't understand the reason behind this phenomenon, the result brought surprises to the casters, and they quickly reminded their companions to fly as soon as possible.

If there are still spell slots, cast spells to fly, and if the spell slots are all stolen, use scrolls to cast spells, or take the "flying spell" potion. After a while, all the spellcasters on the battlefield who were lucky enough to escape Scala's claws flew up.

Major Mark Smith urged the horses to come galloping, reassuring the magician group not to panic, and maintain the flying state. Those who still have spells can continue to cast spells to attack the vanguard of the enemy. Others may wish to cast spells with magic wands to maintain fire output.

Joan frowned slightly when he saw the enemy spellcasters rising into the air.

The radiation radius of the "Arcane Siphon Field" is only 60 feet, beyond this range, it will not be able to absorb magic power.

The magic mecha also has the ability to fly, but Joan didn't want Zaku to get out of the mud cover and go into the air to chase down the enemy spellcasters. If this hole card is exposed, it is likely to attract the enemy's siege, causing Zaku to be at risk of being destroyed.

After a little thought, Joan came up with two countermeasures.

He first opened the spell-casting material package, took out a red handkerchief and a small piece of black agate, softly recited the spell-casting incantation of the 2-level arcane "flying insects and beasts", and summoned 1,100 ferocious hornets in one breath, chasing the enemy in the air in clusters spellcasters, forcing them to have no time to concentrate on casting spells.