Son of the Tower

Chapter 502 Is This Really What I Have?
The four warriors communicated with each other with their divine eyes, and finally the elf wearing the mage robe stood up first. After switching the sword and the magic ball in his hand, he raised his sword and performed the battle mage salute: "Ankelei Golden Oak Ye, from the Central Union, the old Yamling mage tower, a legendary battle mage with nine rings, met Mr. Gaota."

"Hello, Mr. Ankelei, how do we fight?" Mars stroked his chest with his empty left hand, which was a mage salute in the old days.

"It's up to you to win or lose. I'm the weakest among the four. I also want to meet the legendary Lord from southern Thailand this time." After Mr. Ankelei finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "You Let's start."

"Okay, let's go." After Mars finished speaking, a flicker came behind Mr. Ankeley who also had a flickering face, and at the same time swung his long staff back, forcing back Mr. Anckley who also flickered behind him for the second time.

The spell book began to cast spells. At the same time, Mars waved his small hand, and seven light blades took shape in front of him. Four shot at Mr. Ankelei, and three swept behind him.

The light blade fired forward sliced ​​through the afterimage of Mr. Ankelei, and the light blade that swept to the back was blocked by the long sword in Mr. Ankelei's hand.

Mars turned, turned sideways, and the psychic energy barrier appeared in front of him in an instant. A fireball the size of a washbasin hit the barrier. Mars stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the psychic energy barrier rushed directly to the target.

Mr. Ankele flickered again, and three psionic coordinates appeared in Mars's perception at the same time, the standard cross, one left, one right, and one behind.

Mars turned around, his spell book had already finished casting spells at this time, and dozens of psionic missiles shot towards the coordinates on the left. At the same time, he pointed to the coordinates on the right with his left hand, and a ray shot out.

At the same time, the long staff in his hand was on the ground—it was a good idea for Mr. Ankelay to hide himself in the shallow layer of the Psionic Energy Sea, but Mars knew where he was, and it would be easy to strip him out.

So this time the psychic shock directly shook Mr. Ankelei from the position on the left coordinate.

The psychic missile passed him by, and disappeared like the previous spells. Mars controlled everything delicately, and there was no possibility of hurting the audience.

"You lost, Mr. Ankelei, I really didn't expect that you still have the inheritance of the shadow thief." Mars looked at the elf in front of him, and the latter nodded helplessly: "You are right, I lost Convinced."

When Mr. Ankele stepped back, Mars looked at the remaining three: "Which one is next?"

Mars is urging, hoping that the three warriors can be faster.

And they lived up to what Mars thought, and soon, a human male wearing light armor came over.

This man was wearing leather armor that was enough to be a cultural relic in terms of style, and he slapped the spell on the broad sword in his hand as soon as he came up.

Mars thought for a while, and switched the long staff in his hand to a long sword.Although he is a little smaller, Mars is still confident.

But the one in front of me hesitated a bit: "Little Mister, you should have seen my sequence, right? As a guerrilla knight of a foreign sequence, I don't think you will be my opponent in terms of strength."

"I know, thank you for your reminder, dare to ask your name." Mars asked with a smile.

"Reinhardt Sanders, his ancestors are from the north, and his family came to the Central Union at the end of the Great Destruction." Speaking of this, he sighed.

Mars understood the meaning of this sigh. In that era, Northernism truly appeared in the eyes of the world for the first time. The First Commune was rebuilt on the ruins of the Northern Kingdom. Those who wanted to move their families south were of course the losers. Nobility of the north.Although the two parties have now reconciled, Mars still laments that some time really does not move.

However, this has nothing to do with me. Thinking of this, Mars looked at this: "Mr. Reinhardt, how should we fight?"

"Let's make a difference, Your Excellency, I have heard about all the things you have done. If I hadn't determined to protect my hometown, I really wouldn't be able to swing my sword at a hero like you." After finishing speaking, the guerrilla knight raised his hand He raised his sword: "Your Excellency, please be careful, swords have no eyes, speak up."

"It's okay, it looks like I need to be more serious this time." After Mars finished speaking, he held the sword in his left hand and raised his hands flat to give a battle cry.

Then I saw that the glass on the front of all the buildings fanning 140 degrees in front of Mars was completely shattered.

The audience at the scene were all covering their ears, and Reinhardt's ears were bleeding.

Mars is a little embarrassed - it's not the barbarian battle cry talent that suddenly appeared in the talent, anyway, it only needs two points. Mars, who has been a little rich recently, tried it once before, and he can reduce the power points to zero, and then Seventy attribute points are added to one's own strength, agility and physique.

Although he didn't know where his ancestors got the barbarian talent, after this roar, Mars felt that his brain was very smooth, without any wrinkles, and he didn't eat any spells, and he couldn't even see any spiritual powers. Body, truly a body without leaks.

Then Li Minti added another [-] points, and he really managed to cut down a street with a smile on his face.

"Reinhardt, come down, you are no longer his opponent." The rabbit girl stood up at this time, and she reached out to support the crumbling Reinhardt.

When the latter looked at Mars, his face was almost bloodless: "Are you a legendary barbarian? I didn't expect you to have such an inheritance. I'm really curious about how you did it."

After finishing speaking, Reinhardt turned around and retreated to the sidelines, and a doctor immediately caught him who was about to fall.

And this 1.9-meter woman stood in front of Mars: "I come from the court of the northern giants, Mr. Mars Maya Gayat, your blood is really the Gayat child of this generation I have seen the purest of all."

"Thank you." Mars smiled and looked at the lady in front of him: "Do you want to fight me too?"

"No, I won't fight, because the mother of your ancestor is also my ancestor, and there is no civil war between giants." When she said this, Mars couldn't hold back: "Wait a minute."

Then Mars took out his mobile phone and called his mentor: "Teacher, do you know my ancestors?"

"Yes, what's the matter, you don't want to hear his name from my mouth, you can't hear me when I say it." The instructor said so.

Of course, it was impossible for Mars to ask this stupid question: "I want to know, did my ancestors say that he has the blood of giants?"

"Yes, his mother is a hybrid of an elf and a giant, but I still won't say who she is. You'd better not tell anyone about it."

"Someone said it in front of the whole world." Mars finished speaking and looked at the 1.9-meter-long bunny girl.

Aww, is this giant out of his mind?

(End of this chapter)