Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 633: Enemies Responding

Comlan thought about it and gave a friendly answer: "Our shield is really good. It can even isolate the smell so cleanly."

Mal suddenly stood up straight: "Ah? It really came out?!"

He was really confused now.

Although the noise just now was quite loud, Mal suspected that the other party was trying to lure the enemy deeper.

So I didn't intend to pay any attention to it.

However, the person who slowly walked out from the smoke and dust told him that it was true... a bag of stinky dog shit was more useful than anything else.

Mal couldn't help but touch his forehead and instantly opened the crystal lens on his shield: Among the blessings that the goddess of darkness gave to the shield, there was one related to this lens... The moment the lens was opened, everything that appeared in the mirror was the most real.

It doesn't sound very powerful. After all, it means that the round mirror will still be obscured by some special magic power and illusions after being opened for a while.

But Mal knew very well that this was the most suitable blessing for their shields.

After all, when Lowry made these equipment for them, he never thought that such a coincidence would happen!

Therefore, the material itself is not enough to bear so much blessing from the gods.

But on the other hand, it is precisely because this shield can only accept blessings of this kind with many restrictions and in small amounts that those gods give them so indifferently.

If it is really hard work, people won't do it.

After all, they were just borrowing Lori's place to hold a meeting, and gave a confirmation at the same time to show that there would be no more conflicts between them and Lori in the future, and they didn't ask anything of Lori.

Mal stared at his round mirror, opened his mouth slightly, and then looked down at his storage bracelet: "There are dozens of things, and I just happened to choose a useful one?"

"What? Are you still not satisfied?"

Before Comlan could say anything, the Wind Wolf King who had been circling behind them spoke.

"Well... I want to try a few more!" Mal was a little depressed. "I can't go back and tell Lord Lori that I only have the chance to use one pack, right?"

The Wind Wolf King snorted with disdain: "It would be strange if Lowry would care so much."

"He seems quite angry." Comlan pointed at the humanoid creature in the mirror, "Is this a human?"

"No." The Wind Wolf King said with certainty, "Gezal who has taken poison is more like a human being than this thing."

Mal took a look and couldn’t help curling his lips: “The person that Gezar is cooperating with should be the devil.

Although that thing has an ugly form, it also has a normal human form.

So Gezaar just turned into a swollen spherical man with horns and a tail, and his feet seemed to have turned into hooves.

Well... our lord said that although he was sold by Archpriest Schroeder, the big devil who bought him was quite decent.

At least he is the standard devil who only tampers with the contract but will definitely complete it.

So Gezar ended up being half-demon.

The other party did meet his requirements, but the result was not as good as he had imagined. "

"What are you talking about?" Ezra, who happened to be walking over, asked in surprise, "Isn't the matter of Count Gezar a secret?
There are many things that the top military officials don’t know… How can you…”

"That's Gezar." Mal answered neatly, "A place where countless wind wolves once left their lives and souls.

They naturally have their own way of seeing everything that happens in Gezar.

Lord Lori didn't let us mention these things before because of Lady Yagris's mood, but in fact everyone knows these things.

The Wind Wolves have no intention of keeping it secret, and they are happy to share with you the crystal balls with many interpretations of images if you ask them.”

"That's not necessary." The Wind Wolf King said decisively, "Don't play this kind of thing with fools. You must teach every little wolf."

Ezra was stunned for a few seconds before he pointed at the half-humanoid creature in the mirror that was madly setting fire to the shield and asked, "Are you going to do something about it?"

"Look carefully at the words in the mirror!" Komlan pointed to Ezra seriously, "Tell me, are you willing to go out in this situation?"

'The stench is as bad as a pack of ice dogs living in Watson's Castle.'

Ezra froze completely when he saw this line of words: "Ah! What's going on over there? How can they be like this..."

Mal quickly interrupted him: "It wasn't him, it was me, I did it."

Ezra looked at Mal with admiration... He had never shown such respect even when he visited his own father's grave.

Mal thought about it, but still couldn't make his point clear.

After all, Count Ezra is not the kind of smart person who knows everything... He may ask some questions that he doesn't want to or dare to answer.

Komlan took out a bottle of potion from the small bag on his waist with one hand and swallowed it in one gulp. He then took out another bottle and put it to Mal's mouth: "Eat it! I guess your magic power is almost at its limit, right?"

Mal opened his mouth and gulped down the medicine. "Huh... Fortunately, the lord never has a sudden inspiration when making potions."

It doesn't matter if it's a little bitter or unpalatable, I just want to invent new flavors. "How long can you last?" Ezra asked seriously.

He pulled on his gloves, ready for battle.

Then he was blown back to where he had just stood by a gust of wind.

The wolf lady happily welcomed his return: "I said, you must be sent back. It's no use squeezing through."

"Are you thinking I'm in the way?" Ezra finally understood.

He originally thought that the people in Qingfeng were embarrassed to command him, so they took the initiative to come to the door.

After all, it is a joint operation between two territories. We can't let our neighbors fight all the difficult enemies!

But now it seems that those two, no, three people really don't want Hamilton to contribute.

Ezra, who had always been the main force in combat, was a little uncomfortable with this change for a while.

"Can't you see that I can only stay at the back?" Ms. Wolf said very unceremoniously, "Don't worry, when the minions explode, we will have something to do."

Ezra stood on tiptoe and looked ahead: "How big can that secret room be? How many people can hide in it?"

"Don't say such things!" Ms. Wolf quickly spoke to stop him, "Even if we can handle it, we shouldn't talk about such an easy-to-implement curse.

If it happens too often, it will become a bad luck aura around you!"

Of course Ezra had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
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The enemy standing at the door of the secret room, who was criticized for being better than even the spherical half-devil, was obviously in a bad mood.

He waved the spear in his hand, constantly summoning volcanic fire to attack the wall in front of him which was composed of two huge shields.

However, a blessing from a god that can be used to deal with the problem can also transform the equipment into a magical weapon that can only be easily countered by someone with power equal to that of the one who blessed it.

Although this monster is very strong and his elemental energy seems to be inexhaustible, the divine power he can use is obviously not as good as the three main gods of this world, and it is difficult for him to cause enough damage to the shield wall.

The only way is to use brute force to consume the mana of Mal and Komlan... He should also be very clear that the power of the artifact itself does not mean that the user is also that powerful.

Any divine weapon can only be powerful when it is in the hands of a god who can borrow the power of the law.

If humans want to drive such a magical device, the requirements for themselves are very high.

As long as he keeps consuming the energy of the two knights, they will not be able to keep up with the pace sooner or later.

Then, it was his time.

Therefore, even though he was growling angrily, the monster was still outputting steadily.

In fact, it cannot be said that he looks that strange, but it is indeed a shock to people in this world who have never seen elemental creatures.

Of course, even a world with elemental creatures can be described as ugly, but compared with half-devils, it can only be said that each has its own merits.

After all, he is just made up of fire element blocks of various shapes.

The face looked like a human, but the hair formed by flames clearly told everyone that it was not a real human head.

In addition, no matter how colorful the burning flame is, it is translucent...so people can see the pointed head.

If you look closely, you can actually see that his torso is also in the shape of a human, such as the two hands holding things.

Although his feet were hidden in piles of fire elements, their outline was still there.

However, Mal and Comlan no longer cared about these things. They were studying the two weapons in each other's hands.

"The spear is understandable." Komlan was very curious, "What can the cup be used for? Can you drink a strong potion while fighting?"

"But this is indeed liquid." Mal couldn't help but mutter, "But, a fire god also needs to drink water?"

"Well, we are the ones who should drink water." Komlan sighed, "Thank God, the lord's hobbies are all in the creation of strange objects."

After he filled another bottle for himself and Malco, he carefully counted the number of potions in the small bag on his waist and the space bracelet: "I still have 220 bottles here, how about you?"

"I've always been using the ones you have!" Mal answered without thinking, "The two hundred bottles in the bracelet have always been there, and the thirty-six bottles in the small bag have never been touched."

"Let me see." Komlan pulled the small bag on his belt anxiously, "Huh? How come you still have the charging crystal?"

"It was over when I used up yours last time," Mal said in a flat tone.

"Then put it in your bracelet! There's not much space in your small bag!" Comran shook his head. "Forget it, I'll sort out your bag when we get back. I think your bracelet will be full."

The reason why I always use Komlan is that although this guy doesn't like to use his brain, he likes neatness by nature.

Able to keep things around you in order.

Mal is not like that. He basically just stuffs things in wherever he wants. Before the war starts, he manages to put everything he needs where he can easily get to it.

(End of this chapter)