Ride and Cut

Half an hour of rest time, whether it is long or short.

As soon as the lord sat down, he immediately received a wave of flattery. Anyone with a little bit of brains also knows that a dazzling new star is about to emerge in the Northeast Province.

Whether you can win the final victory or not is a second matter, this kind of person is not easy to offend. And once they really defeat two dragonriders in a row and win a new land for Pompeii, the huge prestige that comes with it can only be described as scorching heat!

This kind of story is too legendary.

Therefore, even noble lords with noble status would not mind lowering their posture and serving tea and water for him in person.

"As a veteran dragon knight, Abel is much stronger. Don't underestimate the enemy." Prince Schmidt held a piece of parchment in his hand and was telling Richard about his next opponent.

There are basically only a few dragon knights in various countries, as long as they don't appear suddenly like Gerald, there is no secret at all.

"His partner is a mature female dragon named Delena, whose experience and strength are not comparable to that of the red dragon just now. Moreover, he has partnered with Abel for many years, and the tacit understanding is very good."

"In addition, Abel's fighting spirit and swordsmanship are not weak. If there is a ranking for the Dragon Knights in San Jose, this combination is a well-deserved number one."

"Press down with your finger, it doesn't matter whether the ant is strong or thin." Li Cha smiled proudly, infinitely frivolous.

"Yes, young man, you have the capital to be crazy." Prince Schmidt could only smile wryly at this.

"What do you call a young man if you're not crazy?" The lord changed the subject, "By the way, is there anything to eat? I'll make a cushion first."

At noon, the mission held a buffet buffet, and he didn't feel embarrassed to eat too much. Now it's almost time for dinner again, and I'm already hungry.

"I'll go to the kitchen to look for it." Immediately, a thin young nobleman raised his hand to signal to leave.

This man looked overly indulgent, his face was pale and his eye sockets were sunken, he yawned all day long and couldn't wake up, so he didn't have much sense of presence in the envoys. But after all, they got along day and night along the way, and Li Cha had a vague impression of him, as if his name was... Andrew.

"Does this little thing need magical treatment?" Bishop Paul pointed to the scars on Qiqiu's chest.

"Its magic resistance is too high, I'm afraid it's not easy." Li Cha scratched his head.

As a practitioner of the Holy Word Prayer, after advancing to the Xinghua Temple, the lord's own magic resistance is already very high. Coupled with the super resistance ability brought by the heart of iron after turning on the power surge.

A crappy spellcaster like Nehru can only rely on dreams if he wants to break his defense.

And Qiqiu, who has the origin of the Titan, although he doesn't know any elemental attack methods, his magic resistance is even more exaggerated than him.

The effect of magic resistance is a double-edged sword. For example, while Richard and Qiqiu are immune to most elemental damage, it is difficult to enjoy any positive blessings.

Putting the healing magic of Bailing on ordinary people, it has to be discounted for them, and the effect is far worse.

"Relax."

Is it possible to make a magister helpless with magic resistance alone? Of course not.

The level is the level. As a bishop of the same level as the magister, how could Paul be stumped by magic resistance like an ordinary clergyman.

He first tried to use a holy light healing technique, and it was right to throw stones to ask for directions.

This magical technique, which is enough to heal serious injuries for ordinary people, fell on Qiqiu, but it failed to produce any visible effects at all, and it just let it hum comfortably.

"This little thing has exaggerated magic resistance." After Bishop Paul sighed, he didn't delay in his hand, and after a few minutes of singing, he summoned an extremely solid Holy Cross of Light.

This time the effect was much more obvious, and the scars on Qiqiu's chest gradually closed and healed.

"Where's the food, why hasn't it come yet?" The lord looked around anxiously.

The kitchen is not far away, it stands to reason that it would not take such a long time.

"Here we come." Andrew's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and he ran over holding a large silver tray, which contained a kind of finger biscuits made of nut slices, butter and flour.

"Okay, let's not bother Richard anymore, let him rest for a while." Prince Schmidt clapped his hands and led the envoys to leave.

Humph Er will be the last to leave.

"Dad, can I have some?" They looked at the plate full of biscuits, their eyes were full of longing, their saliva was about to flow down, and they couldn't help but pray.

"Hey, little bastard, eat it." The lord was completely helpless about this.

With each of the two big hands, only the last few crumbs remained on the plate that was full just now.

In terms of the size of the second general Huo Ha, that really can only be regarded as an insignificant "point"...

Hum hesitated for a moment, picked up the plate and poured the last crumbs into his mouth.

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"Second game, Pompeii Richard vs. San Jose Abel!" Belluni was already fully involved in the scene, and no one in the audience was more excited than him.

Qiqiu and Fenglong Delina were ready to take off at any time, and they looked at their opponents indifferently.

Gerald, who was standing next to him as a spectator, also regained his energy. Just now, the clerics of the Church of the Holy Light told him that the red dragon Alfonso did not fall directly to his death, but his injuries were serious.

After all, Vatican has so many great-level clerics who have mastered divine arts, of course it is impossible to watch it die.

It's just that the dragon's magic resistance is too good, so the effect of healing magic is mediocre, and it may take a long time to recuperate before re-ascension.

Gerald was finally able to get over the fear of losing his dragon companion, and he was fine with the outcome.

It's just that there was deep fear hidden in the eyes he looked at the lord of the Alpine Fort. That slashing sword had been repeated countless times in his spiritual world, almost becoming an inescapable nightmare.

"Transfiguration monsters are never able to transform at will. How long can this last for you, quarter of an hour or half an hour?" Abel was talking, and the female wind dragon Delena had already started flapping her wings and slowly lifted into the air.

Among the entire dragon pedigree, the wind dragon is the lightest and most adept branch of flying.

It is absolutely impossible for Qiqiu to easily rely on his excellent flying ability to cause suppression like before. Once the opponent made up his mind to delay the time, he could delay the transformation time limit no matter what.

"Ten minutes is enough to solve you." Li gave a thumbs up, of course pointing down.

If he loses today, this action will be reduced to a joke as proof of his arrogance. But if he successfully defeats two dragonriders in a row, this is the self-confidence naturally revealed by the strong, and it will become a good story that people talk about.

After all, winners and losers.

"Stupid Pompeii people, just keep your mouth shut, I hope you can still laugh later." Abel snorted coldly.

Li Cha took a strange-looking iron pipe and a bag of lead pellets from Hurt.

Those who are familiar with him know that the lord of Gaoshanbao never speaks harsh words that are not sure, never.

Tomorrow, the Vatican section should be over, and then the Chinese New Year may take a few more days