Chapter 242 - Shattered (1/2)

dalton’s face was as red as a monkey’s b.u.t.t after he was pressed to the ground by decree: no flying.

it was not exactly because he was embarra.s.sed, but because he had exerted too much of his strength just now.

he looked at the saint samurai far away, who didn’t do anything else after pressing him to the ground.

at the same time, another five men appeared around him. all of them looked quite strong.

most importantly, he even saw queen andonara.

before, it was he who ordered andonara’s kidnapping.

all of the strangers kept a distance from him.

dalton felt that he knew their intention. “do you want to duel me?”

“duel?” roland chuckled and said, “that’s one way to look at it.”

“will you let me go if i win?”

“how is that possible?” roland smiled indifferently. “if i can’t defeat you, my friends will attack you together. the result will be the same for you.”

“but you will die too. if i can’t live, i can kill some of you with self-detonation.” dalton persuaded them calmly. “you’re all very young. why do you want to waste your lives on a dying old man?”

he then glanced at andonara. “however much the bards or the queen has paid you, i’m willing to pay double.”

hehehe! you’re threatening a player?

roland’s laughter was lower and not unpleasant, but it was rather nasty to dalton.

gloomily, dalton was of a mind to burn the arrogant boy into ashes, but the s.h.i.+elded puppet before the guy meant that his low-level effects would be nullified.

dalton looked around and summoned a magic puppet with a s.h.i.+eld too.

although the two puppets were almost identical, the one before roland was obviously deeper in color and seemed more condensed.

dalton had offered his terms, but n.o.body bothered to talk to him.

betta even took out a skewer of roasted locusts from the system backpack and observed the show while enjoying the food.

the long silence made dalton feel awkward.

dalton took a deep breath. “i don’t understand what kaka bard gave you to make you so stubborn. i can definitely offer whatever he gave you.”

roland kept smiling. “you can’t understand it.”

“how can i understand it if you don’t tell me anything?” dalton was even more annoyed.

the guy was very calm and showed nothing but a smiling expression.

the guy’s casualness suggested that he was determined to kill him.

holding his staff tightly, dalton considered how to combine his spells in order to defeat the enemy and escape from the siege.

everything would be fine as long as he could escape.

at this point, roland raised his hands and opened them.

a blue fireball appeared in his hands and grew larger quickly.

a good chance!

seeing that roland was chanting, dalton launched yet another attack.

he pointed both his staff and his left hand.

from his two hands, two torrents of magic bullets went in two directions, before they took a turn and attacked roland from two sides simultaneously.

dual casting… this was a rare magic specialty.

as the chairman of the a.s.sociation of mages, dalton definitely had capabilities of his own.

the magic bullets were quite fast. the queen subconsciously covered her mouth, fearing that roland might be hurt.

though the golden sons would never die, she would still feel pained if roland was hurt.

dalton seemed rather c.o.c.ky. he had envisioned roland’s death, because it was barely possible to cast another spell while chanting. besides, when so much magic power was dispersed after being concentrated, it would likely cause a severe mental recoil to the spellcaster.

however, when the two torrents of magic bullets were about to hit roland, two puppets appeared at roland’s sides and blocked all the magic bullets with their s.h.i.+elds.

two s.h.i.+elded puppets?

dalton was greatly shocked.

at this point, roland’s blue fireball had expanded to one meter in diameter.

d.a.m.n it!

even though he was a dozen meters away, dalton could sense the horrifying magic inside the fireball. he even detected heat spreading from that direction.

run!

dalton immediately jumped. he subconsciously tried to fly away, only to fall again.

he glared at schuck in this distance. decree: no flying was still working.

he cast a fiery barrier to protect himself, before he squatted and laid his hands on the mud.

“mud transformation!”

a long and narrow swamp appeared before dalton.

caught in the mud, roland began to sink.