The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 222 Survival from death

"What do you think of the current situation?"

Old Winston crossed his arms and looked at the two people in front of him.

In his opinion, the current situation was very clear. There were two possible outcomes: they died or they died.

The magic item called Cold Iron in the King's Treasury, although its activation conditions were just right, made old Winston, who had transformed from a mage to a "dual swordsman", become its target - an enemy who could activate the rune set in this magic item but used close combat distance.

Such conditions allow a kid in front of him, who clearly has no extraordinary powers at all, to exchange a few moves with him.

Luckily, he rescued the unconscious Hiiragi from his hands.

It even restrained himself and moved about two to three hundred meters away from his original position.

But the final outcome of the battle still depends on the absolute strength of the force.

This led to the current result. The young man waving the spear in front of him vomited blood, and in order to save his life, Bing Nagi accidentally injured his hand in her own fight, and her casting level and speed dropped significantly.

Faced with such a situation, couldn't the former chief wizard of the small kingdom, the supreme wizard of the Wizard Tower, the respected teacher of many wizards and apprentices allow himself to have a little pride?

"I heard that you sent the Wenqiu tribe to deal with those restless prisoners. In my opinion, this is definitely a bad move."

As the chief wizard of the royal capital, he also knew that the Minqiu people lived in the Mud City.

And when he was tied up with a straitjacket as a punishment, he watched how the Mage Tower was conquered and unified.

At the scene, he saw the female warrior of the Minqiu tribe named Bohe.

Since old Winston didn't know what reward he would get for his loyalty at that time, he once felt that even if he regained his freedom, as long as the leader, Abeth Grande, used this strange race comparable to the extraordinary people to fight against him, it would be the best arrangement that would be difficult to deal with.

However, after receiving the blessing from that adult, the way he uses and exerts his power is now completely different from before.

Facing the current old Winston, even if the Gaviling is replaced with mint, the only thing that can be done is to restrain him from a few rounds to more than ten rounds.

Both Gaviling and Bingnag present were very clear about this.

It is for this reason that Gaviling, holding the cold iron, feels that he has made the right choice.

If sacrifices must be made, it is of course best not to let the superior horses make the sacrifice, but to let the inferior horses make the sacrifice.

Since even if the Minqin tribe is here, facing the old guy who has become stronger again, all they can do is to hold on, it would be better to let them deal with the prisoners who have escaped from the prison and are wreaking havoc.

Moreover……

"Although I am an inferior horse, I am not a chess piece that is willing to be sacrificed voluntarily."

"You have no idea what I am good at, and you don't know why I risked my life to... lure you away for several hundred meters."

After these words were spoken, even old Winston, who felt he had a sure win, couldn't help but be shocked.

Bing Nag, who knew some of the information, began to think about it.

I was wondering, what exactly is the little guy in front of me good at?

I was thinking, what is the difference between these few hundred meters and the previous position?

However, she joined too late after all. In Bingnai's eyes, the boy in front of her seemed to have been doing "white hat" work from the beginning.

Gaviling smiled slightly, and even though the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet dried, his eyes sparkled with determination and wit.

"You may think that I am leading you away from your original location just to contain you, to prevent you from consuming a powerful force on our side, or to prevent you from merging with problems on either side. But in fact, my purpose is..."

He paused, as if he was organizing what he was about to say, or perhaps waiting for a certain opportunity to come.

Old Winston frowned, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

Riddles and procrastination again!

Although he was confident in his own strength, the seemingly insignificant opponent in front of him gave him unprecedented pressure.

Just like when he was interrogating himself, the leader named Abes put similar pressure on him.

It's like they know everything and I know nothing.

Old Winston also has his own way of dealing with this kind of pressure.

That is, he would never waste time starting to look around, trying to figure out what the so-called "difference" was.

He would just kill them directly!

"You little devil, I will let you die under my newly created Thunderbolt Slash!"

His eyes were as sharp as a knife! No hesitation!

It can be said that even if Jiawei Ling no longer uses magic to deceive people, he will not be able to stop the fall of the knife unless the other party is willing to stop on his own initiative.

At this moment, old Winston no longer looked like a wizard. The power bestowed by God had unknowingly turned him into a warrior. He wielded weapons to fight, and it felt like he had to shout out his ultimate move to release it.

There was a flash of lightning, and as long as the dust settled, the enemy would be cut in two in an instant.

At the same time, it was also to prevent Bing Nagi from interfering.

The space where the two people are located is surrounded by a circle of shield flashing with electric light, which can block attacks from the side.

At this moment, old Winston's expression suddenly froze, as if he had discovered something.

He looked up, and then, several parabolas flew towards him.

The starting position is the windows or rooftops of the buildings on both sides, and the final landing point is of course the space where they are. Those not-so-big balls are instantly thrown in the direction where they are.

"Look, that's my answer. My solution is about to begin." Gaviling said softly, with an excitement that was hard to conceal in his voice.

"From the beginning, I never thought of using the traditional one-on-one to fight you. We took down the capital and the Raven Castle by relying on other things, things that actually reflected the wisdom of Lord Abes."

At this time, Bing Nagi finally remembered what responsibilities the young man in front of him had.

He was born as a javelin thrower, was good at throwing, and was responsible for training a group of grenadiers.

It is said that he once made a javelin with very simple materials and caught a flying bird in the sky when there were only a dozen or twenty people around Lord Abes.

And it was because of this that he was rewarded by the ancient hero and given a name.

Later on, due to the similarities between magic grenades and magic shells.

He was also responsible for half of the artillery training.

The other half was Philip, who had volunteered to participate since the siege of Raven Castle.

"You piece of shit, are you still wasting my time?"

Winston had seen the effects of magic grenades during the attack and defense of the city wall, so although he was a little worried, he still had confidence and mustered his strength to deal with the situation.

However, just as he turned the direction of the lightning shield and stopped the sword in his hand, preparing to concentrate on dealing with the explosion from the sky.

Bah——!

A sound similar to the sound of the fuse of a bomb being lit rang in old Winston's ears.

Turning back suddenly, old Winston could see that the boy in front of him seemed to be holding a "grenade" and had pulled out the pin.

The final fuse is getting shorter and shorter.

The young man in front of him finally took out the spears on his back.

After a few clanging sounds, they formed a circle in the area where the two were.

What is this? A trap? A ritual?

The thing that made a hissing sound when the pin was pulled out should be the grenade.

Want to kill yourself? I won't accompany you!

Old Winston was planning to leave quickly, but at the same time, Bing Nagi started to take action.

"Magic grenades, magic shells, this position, and the thing in your hand... I think I know what you are going to do."

As he said this, the Frost Mage put all his magic power into it.

Even though one of her hands was injured, which somewhat affected her output, she still gathered and swirled the frost and snow regardless.

The frost condensed quickly, apparently trying to anchor them here.

"Are you crazy? Don't you care whether this kid lives or dies?" Old Winston shouted in confusion, but then he saw a few more things coming through the clouds.

Even if he had never seen magic cannonballs, old Winston knew about catapults.

Knowing that this flying thing would be troublesome and was controlled by the ice, old Winston no longer held back.

Smoke and dust, followed by magical fluorescence.

The force of the explosion pushed Hiiragi away from the scene.

Looking back at the past, no matter whether it is with the naked eye, or through thermal perception, real vision, or other magical means of perspective, the results cannot be obtained.

Only the magic grenades thrown by the grenadiers in the sky continued to fall, and only the magic shells in the distance, which had been prepared for who knows how long, began to bombard this place.

The spear that was stuck in the ground in a simple circle looked more like a fishing trap.

But no one knew what was happening inside the trap.

From an ordinary person's perspective, no one would survive in it.

There were grenades being thrown down from the sky, shells about to land in the distance, bodies blocked by frost, and even Gaviling himself had pulled out a "grenade" shaped object.

Less than three seconds later, the falling grenades and landing shells exploded at the same time.

Boom boom boom!

at last……

After everything was settled, what was heard was a young cough.

Jiaweiling coughed a few times, barely stood up straight, and a smile appeared on his face.

He looked disheveled, with tattered clothes and body, and a somewhat burnt face.

The bigger change is the floor tiles.

At this moment, the ground, which was once paved with stone bricks, had unimaginable damage and cracks, and the place where old Winston was was a mess.

The more I observed, the more I could see that the real power of the explosion should come from underground, not above ground. Could it be that this noise was not caused by grenades and artillery shells?

As if it had been calculated, although old Winston's condition was terrible, the movement of his mouth and nose could still be seen.

still alive.

In the current situation, even though Bing Nagi had an injured hand, she was able to detain the other party again.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Master Hiinagi. I did it..."

After expressing his thanks, Jiaweiling reached out his hand again, but eventually he couldn't control himself and fell to the ground.