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Chapter 144 Magic Missile
The spell that Norman was chanting froze because something suddenly hit his mind.

This feeling is a bit like being oppressed in the ether labyrinth, but there is a difference between the two: the mental pressure in the ether labyrinth is huge, boundless and continuous, but it is also There is no daze, and although this force is much weaker, he can feel the clear purpose and targeted lethality of this weak force.

If I had to describe it, the mental coercion in the ether maze was like hitting Norman's head with a sledgehammer, but now this force is like using a small needle to poke Norman's brain.

Although the needle is sharp, it is only a needle after all.

Norman was in a trance without checking, and his words froze for a while, but he came back to his senses in the next moment, and connected the spell dangerously.

This scene stunned the rushing tin men.

Didn't this guy have a panic attack?Why not only did not tremble in place, but acted like a normal person?
Especially the Tin Woodman who quietly cast the panic spell on Norman stopped in his tracks, full of doubts: Why can this guy continue to cast spells after being hit by his own panic spell?Why didn't he tremble in place?The level 1 spell of panic is his forte. He just successfully cast it on the opponent...

Norman didn't care about these people, he managed to cast the spell he wanted to cast before the tin men stuck him up like a meatloaf.

Magic Missile.

Unlike the ice dagger that kills enemies with a sharp blade and fast speed, the offensive method of the magic missile is more like a big hammer, which is a blunt weapon damage.

Now these tin men are covered in armor, and the ice daggers are useless, but the magic missiles are just right.

After Norman cast this spell, hazy light clusters the size of fists appeared in front of him. Counting them, there were eight in total.

Calculated according to the magic power consumption of a normal level 1 spell, 3 missiles will appear after casting the spell. Now there will be 8 missiles in front of Norman because the magic missile is a special mage. The number of missiles that appear and the magic power instilled by the mage are Related, and Norman now imbues all the rest of his mojo into it, so 8 missiles appear.

"Magic Missile!"

These tin men were indeed students of Mannheim, and when they saw the hazy ball of light in front of Norman, they immediately recognized what it was.

"Together, he can only attack one person!"

A tin woodman immediately shouted, calling on everyone to join in.

But this guy screamed fiercely, but he couldn't go up, and the others were not stupid: yes, the magic missile can only attack one person, and it can't help Norman turn the situation around, as long as everyone goes up together to surround Norman , Squeeze can squeeze each other to death.

But no one wants to be the one being attacked, no one wants to taste the taste of magic missiles, especially this guy has spawned eight magic missiles at once, if they hit their bodies, even if they are wearing armor, they will be seriously injured of.

As a result, the footsteps of the few people suddenly slowed down in a very tacit understanding, and they lost their last chance.

After Norman used the magic missile, he didn't choose a target to cast it according to the conventional routine, but used the "Catch the Sea" again.

He is now used to dividing his spiritual power into three parts every day, one part is used to communicate with the Knights Templar, one part is used to interact with the barrage, and the last part is his own main spirit responsible for daily life.

But now, he uses the "Catching the Sea" to subdivide his main spirit into eight parts, and then connects the weak magic induction of the magic missile with these eight parts of spiritual power, one spiritual power corresponds to one magic missile, and finally , to cast a spell.

For normal magic missiles, the spellcasting effect is that the missiles hit a target continuously to cause huge damage, but Norman's magic missiles are like setting off fireworks, drawing eight different trajectories with one swipe , Shooting in all directions!

The Tin Woodmen were dumbfounded.

These guys are all veterans of Mannheim, and Magic Missile is also a famous spell with great power among the first-level spells. Even if they can't cast it, they have all seen it.

But they have never seen such a magic missile! ... No, this should be called magic shotgun more appropriately.

The speed of the magic missile is very fast, and these tin men are wearing armor, which makes them inconvenient to move. In addition, Norman's weird spell effect makes them stunned, so none of them escaped, and each of them was hit by the light cluster of the magic missile. Hit in the chest.

Although it's just a ball of light, the magic missile is famous for its great power in the first-level spells. Even a serious bronze knight can't stand it if it is hit head-on, let alone these students who specialize in spells?
So they were hit one by one and flew backwards on the spot, and they all rolled for three or four meters before stopping, wailing one after another, but listening to the sound, they were still quite calm and not seriously injured.

This means that the missiles are scattered. If 8 of the conventional ones are played together, the Silver Knight will be injured if he resists hard. The power of the spell is evident.

"I'm going, it's so cool!"

"I really can't see that the power of that small ball is so great!"

"The light and shadow effects are bursting, it's too dazzling! All computer special effects and renderings have to be put aside, this is the real visual feast!"

"It seems that the dazzling rules of the light just now remain in my sight. This is art!"

……

The barrage of mages in the earth world exploded again.

And Norman felt relieved when he saw these tin men fell to the ground and wailed non-stop, none of them could get up.

Fortunately, this method worked, otherwise he really didn't know how these guys would deal with him.

He stepped forward again to a Tin Woodman, looked down at him, and saw that the armor on his chest was actually dented!

He thought it was because these young masters were too weak, but now he realized that the power of the magic missile was beyond imagination.Judging by the degree of dents in the armor, even when he was in good health, he would be seriously injured if he was not killed by this magic missile.

But now, the one who falls is the enemy...

Norman originally wanted to leave immediately and not cause trouble. After all, his magic power has been exhausted now, and his body has not recovered to a complete state. He can only exert one-third of his normal strength.But seeing that these tin woodmen seemed to have completely lost their ability to resist for a while, he had other thoughts.

Do it when you think of it.

Norman squatted down suddenly, put his hand through the gap in the armor of the Tin Woodman in front of him, and fumbled randomly.

This ambiguous behavior caused the tin woodman in front of him to yell "what are you doing!" in horror, and twisted his body weakly, trying to break free from Norman's wretched hand to keep his innocence, but he was shot by the magic missile. After that hit, he still hasn't recovered yet. His body is weak and he can't break free. He can only let Norman's big dirty hands walk on his body. He mourned.

Unexpectedly, this thorny freshman would have such a hobby...

But they knew right away it wasn't.

After Norman found a money bag from this guy, he immediately rushed to the next Tin Woodman, put the money bag in his arms on the way, then squatted down next to the next Tin Woodman, and began to search.

It turned out to be a search for booty, much to the relief of the Tin Woodmen.

Compared with their innocence, this little money is nothing. If they can exchange money for this guy to leave quickly, they are quite happy.

So the next few people obediently took out their money bags without waiting for Norman to come over.

And Norman hurriedly left contentedly after looting all his belongings, trotting and disappearing from the sight of these tin men—he was also afraid that these guys would slow down and grab him and beat him violently.

In the end, only the tin men were left wailing intermittently in the grove. Occasionally, a young couple passing by heard this strange sound, and they were so frightened that they ran away.

(End of this chapter)