The Dean Has Arrived

"Glory blow!"

As a creature living in swamps and shallow waters, Prager moved very slowly on the ground, which directly led to Nero and the others not being surrounded by Prager as they had previously expected.

After knocking a Prager into the air with a ruling-like sacred magic, Nero looked around for a while.

Franken was more relaxed than him. It was almost like wandering in the courtyard, ignoring the inferior spear thrown by Prager, and easily blasted Pragers with superimposed magic. At least 50% of the hatred is gone.

The four little wizards from Adric College also worked in pairs, cooperating skillfully. Even facing the plural Prager, he didn't show a trace of panic. Reminiscent of those apprentice priests in the pure white church who grew up in the sanctuary and had no experience of tempering but have an inexplicable sense of superiority. They always look at people with their noses. Nero feels personally for the pure white church for no reason. A sense of crisis.

And Claude, who worried him the most before, unexpectedly did not fall into a hard fight. Claude, who grew up in Molag, has long been dodged by various crisis points, not to mention the clumsy Prager, even if he wears a metal plate armor and holds an epee, he comes to the world. You may not be able to beat him.

Between deflection, shifting, and dodge, Claude can take time to use daggers or ghosts to give those dark little things a bit or two, although it may not be able to break through the opponent's scales and cause substantial damage. , But the actions of these naturally timid creatures have begun to become daunting-even if they are charmed, the instincts of the creatures still surpass the commands after the charm.

"What should I do next?"

A Prager who wanted to sneak attack was smashed. Nero looked a little absent-minded, but kept blasting the group of screaming Pragers behind him to Franken, who turned upside down, and asked: "There seems to be a lot of Pragers in this river. Clean them up, right?"

In that case, the guards of Baicheng would have arrived no matter how stupid they were, no matter how slow their movements were... To be honest, Nero had no intention of falling out with the King's Council for Franken's sake.

"Look at it first. I don't know why, I always feel like we are being spied on."

Franken temporarily stopped casting the spell, twisting the screw on his head with his right hand, scratching his chin with his left hand, and thinking while running along the river beach.

"So you feel that way too." Nero raised his eyebrows and smashed Prager with a sword to sneak up on him. A flick is still shiny. A long sword without a gap: "But I just tried it with detecting evil. Within a radius of 500 meters, there seems to be no other creatures besides these guys."

"No other creatures?"

After Franken asked rhetorically. Nero realized what was wrong.

Although the Mohs Rashid River was polluted by the source of the plague. But the river itself is still very rich. In practical terms. About 30% of the residents of Morag depend on this big river for their livelihood.

It's only autumn now, not comparable to the vitality of spring and the prosperity of summer, but compared to the deadly winter. There should be a lot of fish and shrimp. But now even a neutral unit has not been detected, which is obviously wrong.

I am afraid that either he has been caught in a trap or the other party has interfered with Nero's detection of evil.

The former has become a turtle in the urn by himself and his party, while the latter is far beyond his opponent's strength. Regardless of the possibility, it is not a good thing in general.

"I suspect that the guy who is peeping at us should be the charm of these Pragers."

After speaking out his inferences, Franken continued to start a series of bombings, and his techniques were so proficient that Nero couldn't help wondering if this guy just stopped just because he was so smoothly bombed that he was gone...

"Regardless of the other person's identity, if we don't know where that guy is, we won't be able to start at all, right?"

Nero directly stated the core of the problem.

"On this point, the other person's body is 100% underwater." Franken superimposed the group imprisonment three times, and managed to control those Pragers, despite their desperate struggle like dying frogs. He opened his mouth and said: "For some reason, my sensitivity to magic fluctuations is different from that of ordinary people, so I can guarantee that the magic fluctuations that control these guys are coming from underwater."

Soon he looked at Nero again: "Master Nero, do you have any way to breathe underwater?"

"The continuation of life in sacred magic should have this effect...but I can only bless one person at most."

Old Nero blushed and said in embarrassment.

Life continuation can be regarded as a magic of nearly four rings. As the name suggests, using this magic that is usually used to extend a person's life as an oxygen cylinder is indeed embarrassingly extravagant.

It’s just that because it is a magic of nearly four rings, the difficulty of casting spells is not low, and this is not the place where the air is filled with sacred magic in the sanctuary. Nero can only use it barely, absolutely impossible. Bless to other people.

"Then it's okay. Everyone is ready, we are going into the water!"

Franken yelled.

Because the number of Pragers has dropped to a certain level, and a new batch of enemies have not yet arrived, a few little guys easily withdrew from the battle.

Nero blessed himself with a continuation of life, and then he felt that he was slipped directly into the icy cold water by the hand of the wizard.

Open your eyes, you can see in a daze that everyone except yourself is wrapped in a huge bubble.

Although because of the effect of the continuation of life, it would be fine even if he didn't breathe in a short time, but how should I put it...Nero suddenly felt like he was being played.

He didn’t wait for him to think about whether or not to protest to Sevi Adric about the behavior of his staff after this event was over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The increasing water pressure suddenly disappeared, he felt It was like being dropped from a place a few meters high, instantly in a state of weightlessness.

Fortunately, Franken did not intend to kill Nero, so he immediately set up a mass floating technique for everyone.

"This is...underwater?" Kamiyou looked at the dark surroundings curiously.

"It's probably a barrier or something."

Except for Nero who was coughing, everyone else did the same thing.

There is no water in this space, and the inverted water surface above their heads is like a ceiling, which looks amazing. The surroundings of them looked very dim because there was no light, as if something was lurking, which was heart palpitating.

When it fell to the ground, they realized that it was wrong.

Although the touch under the feet was very hard, the very regular ups and downs told them clearly-they did not fall to the ground, but fell on a huge creature! (To be continued...)