Chapter 357 (1/2)

After listening to the cavalry leader Rupert's words, Zhao Xu did not comment.

He just kept staring at the cavalry in front of him. He didn't say anything more. He just stroked the ball on the top of the magic wand in his hand, as if he was thinking something.

As for the lucky few of the cavalry who succeeded in saving magic, they did not dare to rush forward.

They who lick blood with knife edge have heard many terrible legends of mages.

For example, a thief who is not pleasing to the eye will be transformed into a ”mouse” permanently and discarded in the sewer, so that the day will never be seen.

There are even thunder called by the mages, who are directly hit by the thunder. The whole body is burnt black and looks terrible.

And Zheng Xinyun and elliton also followed him to get out of the carriage and watch these people trapped by death together.

Another cavalry in the distance, at this time, reluctantly climbed out of the stinking clouds.

They vomited and vomited, and looked at this side in fear. Only the sequela of the magic left their stomach spasmodic. They had no extra strength to do anything else.

Even the tragic situation of all the people made the bodyguards of Mrs. Betty, who were supposed to come to the rescue, were still frightened. Even though they were wearing hard armor, they couldn't help touching the position of their stomachs, as if they were feeling the same.

Mrs. Betty saw the original battlefield situation and was instantly reversed by Zhao Xu's two magic arts.

How could she not understand the power of the man in the white robe and the simple black cloak in front of her, who was running the magic scroll in the Bauhinia chamber of Commerce.

It is said that it is not too much to turn the hand over the cloud and cover the hand for the rain.

Because the ordinary three ring mage, the difficulty of the magic immunity can't reach such an exaggerated level, so that the cavalry on the scene will fall down.

This means that the seemingly ordinary caster's own magic immunity difficulty is higher than the average level.

Either the opponent's ”intelligence” is extraordinary and can make the magic play more complicated.

Either the opponent uses a higher level of spell position. If there is enough expertise support, the difficulty can be increased.

This leads to the more frightening speculation that the caster is not just the three rings.

The master of the three rings or the priest of the third ring is not a rare thing for Mistra, the land of magic and goddess of magic.

But for these ordinary chambers of Commerce, they are close to the ceiling they can touch.

Even many chambers of commerce are willing to be driven by the sorcerer family's enslavement, and they want to cultivate one or two mages who can act as a facade in their outstanding descendants.

As for priests, they are the servants of God, and they do not dare to imagine and question.

”What's the matter, mother?” At the age of six or seven, Webster looked at his mother, Mrs. Betty, and shook each other's fingers.

”No, boy. Next you have to close your eyes.” Mrs. Betty just gave her little boy a gentle smile and put her hand over her eyes.

At this time, she took her expensive fur coat and took her young son Shi Shi ran to Zhao Xu's side and made standard etiquette to him.

Zhao Xu immediately reflected that this was a bow ceremony made by the goddess priest. He directly pulled Zheng Xinyun aside and nodded.

But Zheng Xinyun, who only contacted this aspect of content on the first day of landing game, did not scrupulously at this time, and even returned to a more standard etiquette.

The vast majority of the residents of Mistra worship sisselvina, the goddess of magic. It is not surprising that Mrs. Betty happens to believe in this.

At this time, in the dark woodland sky of frost dew Town, goose feather snow began to fall, and slowly fell on the people's robes and cloaks.

Also for this small forest, covered with light snow, light dyed a frost white.

Zheng Xinyun's neck lightly touched the falling snowflakes. The cold touch made her feel excited. She curled up in the sacrificial robe for a few minutes, and her mouth was filled with heat.

”Hello, shepherd of goddess in the world. Thank you for your help to our orphans and widows.” Mrs. Betty bowed to Zhao Xu again to express her gratitude.

Her voice is light and pleasant to the ear, and there is no trace of age. It is impossible to imagine that she is already a mother of a seven-year-old child.

This time, Zhao Xu represented the priest of the goddess, but he accepted it calmly.

Just now, it's not too much to say that he saved lady Betty's mother and son.

Zhao Xu, who had no desire in his heart, could afford such a gift.