Headshot Wizard - Chapter 608
Chapter 608
When Lance left the earth and headed for the abyss plane, he never thought that he would eventually become a demon lord.
And he did not expect that it took him more than 20 years to return to the plane of Criland from the abyss. During this time, he didn’t know what happened to Criland’s old friends. As for his father and his brothers-they are just mortals, and in this dangerous world, it is easy to take the life of a mortal for more than 20 years.
But Lance couldn’t help it. The barriers between the planes were much stronger than he thought.
When he walked down from a high level, the barrier was relatively weak; but it was too difficult to go upstream along the river of planes.
So when he got out of the carriage and saw the familiar faces, Gu Jing Wubo’s mood was a little excited.
“Lance!” Dora exclaimed in silence.
Lance opened his arms, showing a long-lost sincere smile.
On the other side, the Sioux warrior was not prepared to give this inexplicable guy and the enemy a chance to relive the past.
All the soldiers rushed over with a roar, including those terrifying, hill-like war ghosts.
All the wizard apprentices on the wall showed hopelessness. But Dora and others were also nervous, knowing that this is not the time to relive the past.
This battle is far from over.
However, at this moment, Lance stood beside the carriage, standing in the middle of the battlefield, and began to chant a deep spell loudly.
His chanting speed is terrifyingly fast, and Rao Yidora’s current magical skills can only hear that what he chants is probably a summoning spell.
What is he calling?
The war demon roared and dashed over, but Lance remained motionless.
Suddenly the succubus flew high, a golden flame flew out in his hand, and fell on the body of the war demon, instantly burning the demon to ashes!
The Sioux people were shocked immediately, and focused all their attention on the succubus.
In their view, the weird spells used by this succubus were their biggest nemesis.
After all, the war ghosts are their greatest support to defeat the aboriginals of the Dawn Plain.
What made the Sioux wizards feel a little relieved was that after the succubus used the golden fireball, it was obviously weaker.
“She can’t use this witchcraft many times, they are not our opponents!”
A third-level Sorceress roared.
The Sioux army, whose morale had just declined, immediately revived, and a large amount of magic began to flow over like a tide.
They didn’t get close, but first bombarded the succubus with magic spells – and the reckless mage next to her.
That’s right, it’s probably more appropriate to describe this mage in terms of life and death. He actually stood there like this, facing the sky full of magic, he didn’t dodge in the slightest!
“Lance, get away!”
Dora, Roy and others all showed anxious colors.
They just wanted to make a move, but they were entangled by their opponents.
These third-level wizards of the Sioux would not allow them to free up to participate in the battle below.
This is a kind of balance that must be maintained.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the wizard who chanted a spell unscrupulously.
After the succubus lost the fireball, he immediately hid behind Lance.
The next second, the sky full of magic smashed down frantically. Although most of these magics are first-level and second-level witchcraft, they are large enough and integrated together to completely tear a third-level wizard without protective measures!
“I don’t know the so-called guy!” A Sioux wizard sneered: “We can tear him to pieces by our magic before he finishes his witchcraft chanting!”
Who knew that at this moment, at the moment when the magic was about to hit Lance, a strange twist suddenly appeared beside him.
Solomon lineage ability-Twisting the Void!
This powerful pedigree ability, under the control of Lance, showed a staggering effect.
A strange force field lingers around him, this force field distorts everything and absorbs all magic!
It is as if there is a greedy behemoth who opened his mouth and ate all these thousands of witchcraft!
This is incredible!
The entire Kel’Thuzad fortress became silent. Not to mention the Sioux people, even the apprentice wizards on the city wall watched this scene dumbfounded.
At this moment, someone vaguely remembered: “That man, isn’t that Mr. Lance, the first guest at the establishment of the Wind Dragon Society?”
“It is said that after the establishment of the Wind Dragon Society, he left the Plains of Dawn and wandered around in search of stronger power.”
“I saw his portrait in the Wisdom Hall. It’s him, it’s really him!”
“He is so powerful that he can absorb the spells of thousands of people alone?! Is this still something humans can do?”
A female apprentice guilty of nympho said: “So handsome, even more handsome than the portrait…”
“Idiot, it’s impossible for Mr. Lance to like you!” A mean wizard beside her couldn’t help but sneer: “Mr. Lance… but it has allowed our leader to wait for more than 20 years. What about the man…”
“You mean?” The female apprentice showed curiosity.
Who knew that at this moment, a sharp look suddenly came from the sky.
The two immediately shut up.
As a third-level wizard, Dora’s hearing is naturally extremely keen, and the gossip of these little wizards will inevitably reach her ears.
But what she really cares about is not these, but Lance!
The ability of Twisting Void seems to have not disappeared after absorbing thousands of witchcraft.
The Sioux wizards are also aware of this weird situation. Generally speaking, the witchcraft that twists the void will send those witchcraft that try to harm themselves to another world, and then immediately disappear.
But the black, twisted ring object, after devouring so much witchcraft, did not disappear.
Lance’s chanting continued, but before he could finish his chanting, the twisted void around him suddenly turned into a weird whistling sound.
The dark ring-shaped object suddenly broke away from Lance’s body, turned into a dark black cloud, and flew towards the Sioux army at high speed.
“Be careful!” A third-level Sorceress reminded loudly as if he had guessed something.
However, it was too late.
When that dark cloud came to the heads of the Sioux warriors and wizards, the thousands of witchcrafts rolled down like pouring rain!
Thunder, fire, frost, acid, arcane, force field, missile…
Countless spells constituted a crazy magic feast, and the unsuspecting Sioux warriors turned their backs on their horses.
Solomon’s blood abilities-spell countermeasures!
A piece of wailing, a piece of death and injury.
The four third-level Sioux wizards suddenly became anxious.
They didn’t expect that Lance would be able to turn the tide of battle alone!
Cheers rang out on the city wall. At this time, Lance’s identity had been quickly passed on.
The chief guest of the Wind Dragon Club reappeared after disappearing for twenty years, trying to turn the tide.
Everyone likes this kind of script.
At this time, the spell Lance had been singing before finally came to an end.
Everyone eagerly looked forward to seeing Lance put his hands together and drew a long cross on his chest!
In the next second, the entire Plain of Dawn began to tremble crazily.
The mountains on both sides shook, the rocks fell apart, and a large number of magical auras fell from the sky.
The people on the wall began to count.
“One, two…seven, nine…twelve!”
A total of twelve magic auras!
Everyone was stunned there.
This is impossible! Because it violates the common sense of summoning witchcraft!
Although they didn’t know what Lance was singing, they were still sure that it was a summoning witchcraft, which could be seen from the fall of these magic auras.
In the wizarding world of Criland, there is an unbreakable law, that is, the upper limit of summoning witchcraft is six!
No matter what the summoning spell, whether you are summoning a skeleton archer, a green skin monster, or a super creature like a red dragon, the maximum number of monsters you can summon is six!
This is the law of the plane and cannot be violated.
But now, in full view, Lance actually forced twelve magic auras out.
Not to mention the wizards of the six major families, even the Sioux wizards trembled with fright.
“My God, what the hell did this guy do!”
The oldest third-level Sioux wizard looked at the twelve magic auras dryly.
This completely subverted his common sense.
The only thing he can do now is to pray for what Lance has summoned. It won’t be too exaggerated!
Otherwise, this war, this war that the Sioux people will surely win, and this war that has lasted for a full five years, will probably come to an end.
And that result is the kind that the Sioux people don’t want to see the most.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the twelve magic auras.
Each magic aura is as huge as a hill, and it is not inferior to the war ghost.
An unknown premonition emerged in the hearts of all the Su people. Their morale was extremely low.
Roar!
One by one, huge and majestic figures slowly appeared in the magic halo.
Red is their main color.
Every figure stood upright, one-third higher than the war ghost!
Their bodies are burning with raging flames, and their bodies are made of the strongest rock.
Lance’s body rose slowly, and the red necklace hanging around his neck glowed brightly.
“Gortai, the lava clan, is willing to serve Lord Solomon.”
One of the huge figures said so. All the big men showed humility to Lance and lowered their proud heads slightly.
Lance pointed to the war ghost not far away, and said calmly, “Kill them all.”
The Sioux wizard closed his eyes, his heart twisted like a knife.
The matter is a foregone conclusion.
When these twelve lava giants appeared, he knew that they had lost this war.
“Who is your excellency?” the old wizard of the Sioux tribe with white beard tremblingly asked.
“I?”
Lance smiled softly: “I am the chief guest of the Wind Dragon Club.”
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