The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 80: Brilliant defeat (Part 2)
Jonah coughed violently, barely coughing out his heart.
Xibi curled his lips at Toba: "Look, he's not so miserable, he wasn't like this just now."
"My lord, are you okay..." Toba squatted anxiously and rubbed his hands, wondering what he could do.
Long Ji walked over, her fingers flicking behind Jona’s back like plucking a string, a cold feeling rose from his spine, Jona had a cold fight, and his coughing stopped.
"What spell is this?" The astrologer apprentice stared at the mysterious Eastern woman with wide eyes.
"It's not worth mentioning." Long Ji smiled slightly, turned and walked away.
Jonah stared at her slender back, not knowing what to say. Suddenly he slapped his forehead and almost jumped up: "What happened behind? Why can't I see it?"
"Because the Southerner fainted. In the end, I carried him back to the house. This guy looks thin and really heavy!" Sibi grumbled with his cheeks.
"Ellie, tell me the rest quickly." Jonah turned to Elliott.
The Rose Knight nodded helplessly, "Okay. Lord Jona."
"Your Excellency Yekon’s mysterious spell did hurt Mr. W. As far as we know, this is the first time that Mr. W has been physically injured, even though it is just a small scratch on his face."
"What?" Jonah exclaimed, "It's just a small scratch?"
Sibi stretched out his small paw, pinched a piece of soft flesh on his waist and twisted it: "Listen to others, brother."
Jonah stopped speaking in cold sweat.
"Yes, it's just a bruise on the face, which can be regarded as a brilliant result. In the known history of Cherry Tou, no one who dared to confront Mr. W head-on can cause him a slight injury. According to It is estimated that Mr. W has a strength similar to that of his father, otherwise he will not be able to rule a large number of powerless people, and will faintly fight against the cherry crossing."
"Your Excellency Yekon fainted, and Mr. W did not make a counterattack. He admired Lord Yekon's fighting style and praised Miss Sibi for her archery skills."
"Shut up!" The little grasshopper showed a fierce look.
"I'm sorry, Miss Sibi." The Rose Knight bent down and apologized. "Then, he said he wanted to take a break, so he let the Word Spiritist Hasalchin fight with us. After two or three rounds of engagement, we ——No, Mr. Room Manager—— decided to surrender to the opponent and give up the fight for the target."
"Why?" Jonah couldn't help asking.
"Because Hasalchin is a very difficult enemy, we cannot defeat him, plus Mr. W who has not yet shot, we have no chance of winning. Choosing to give up before paying a terrible price was the most reasonable at the time Choice." Elliott said quietly.
There was a shame on Toba's face. Long Ji couldn't see what she was thinking. Sibi looked out the window a little bit resentfully.
Jona thought for a while and asked: "What is the fighting style of Hasalchin?"
"That's it, Lord Jona."
Through the narration of the Rose Knight, Jonah painted the brief battle in his mind.
Mr. W took off his charred broad-brimmed hat and retreated to the old man wearing glasses, stroking the small wound on his face in a daze. The tall and thin psychic was standing in front of the guests of a51 with his hands hidden. In the robe, I can't see what weapon he is holding.
Sibi didn't talk nonsense, and shot three arrows. The Word Sorcerer did not dodge or resist. When the arrow almost touched the robe, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Qi! Qi! Qi!"
The opening of his mouth is unusually large, and after careful observation, you can find that there are six small holes in his cheeks. When exhaling or inhaling, the air passing through the hollows is higher or higher. Low whistle.
Every time he drank a word, an air mass with the outline of the word appeared in the air, and the arrow hit the invisible mass of air, which was actually shattered.
Then Hasalchin took a deep breath and shouted: "Rocks! Rocks! Rocks!" A half-table-sized rock came out from the ground as if responding to his call, tumbling on the pitchforks and smashing into the crowd. amazing. Toba curled up, preparing to resist the impact with all his strength.
Hasarqin, who was twenty yards away, shouted again: "Water! Water! Water!" A stream of pouring rain suddenly turned into a thick and transparent long whip, which was violently pumped on the rock, a piece of rock. Bullets turned into hundreds of rocks. Toba tried his best to block most of it, and the remaining flying stones still kept the partners busy evading, unable to organize an effective offensive formation.
Hasarqin shouted again: "Iron! Iron! Iron!"
The spectacle happened. Numerous rusty arrows, broken swords, and broken metal armor leaves rose from the mud, hovered in the air, and shot in the direction pointed by Hasalqin's eyes.
Toba leaped into the air with a roar, spreading his hands and feet, and in a moment he was stabbed into a hedgehog by iron bullets like migratory locusts. The rusty blade couldn't pierce his tough skin, but in the gap behind him, Long Ji, who was preparing to summon the secret technique, was inevitably slightly injured. Her spirit was lost, and she almost received the spell backlash.
"Are you injured?" Hearing this, Jonah hurriedly turned to ask Long Ji.
The Eastern woman shook her head, raised her right arm, and pulled up the cuffs of the black tights, revealing her white arms: "The small wound. It's almost healed."
Jona saw a two-inch-long cut wound, which had begun to scab, and he seemed to see a scorpion cyan dragon tattoo hovering up from the inside of Long Ji’s arm. Before he could see clearly, Long Ji put it down The sleeves cover the arms.
On the battlefield, Elliott took the large heraldic shield from the saddle with his left hand, and the lance from the hook with his right hand. The unicorn hoofed the ground and rushed towards Hasalqin. The rose knight shielded himself and the beast with a large shield, listened to the ding of flying arrows on the shield, estimated the distance and angle, and then leaned down abruptly. The spear came from the bottom of his right elbow and pointed directly at Hasalchin. Heart.
The Word Spirit Warlock does not dodge or avoids, shouting: "Root! Root! Root!"
At the bottom of the Twilight Arena, many twisted roots of plants were drilled in vain. The roots rolled up Hasalqin's body and pulled him to a distance of five yards. The Rose Knight cut a string of roots that blocked the road. But it passed by the Word Spirit Warlock.
Sibi got out of Toba’s armpit at this time, pulled out the snake bow, and shot five silver arrows at a time. Without waiting for the bowstring to stop vibrating, he opened the bow again and shot five more arrows. The next five arrows were faster than before. The five were faster, and what appeared in front of Hasalqin in an instant was an arrow array that blocked all spatial angles and time progress.
The sorcerer yelled: "Wind sickle! Wind sickle! Wind sickle!"
This time, it was not a foreign object. It was a sickle carried by Hasalqin's waist and burst out of his pocket. He drew a few circles in the air very quickly, and the arrows were chopped by the wind sickle. .
Sibi draws the bow again to prepare the room, but the psychic of words stared at her with dark and treacherous eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Pamela! Pamela! Pamela!"
Sibi responded naturally: "Huh?"
Suddenly she trembled all over, her body stiffened, and her fingers kept the bowstring movement, but the green eyes were frozen, as if she had been in the magic of time, and stood still before everyone's eyes.
"Little grasshopper!" Toba roared wildly, and he strode in front of Sibi, blocked a few flying arrows with his back, and squatted down anxiously, calling: "What's wrong with you? Hurry up and wake up." Didn’t Ellie say not to agree, why are you so stupid! Hello!"
"...Pamela?" Jonah questioned.
"Shut up!" Sibi showed a fierce expression.
Jonah shut up.
At this time, Elliott turned his horse's head and slammed again, shouting: "Mr. Mr., protect her, she will be back to normal in five minutes!"
A black shadow drew an arc and traversed a distance of twenty yards. It quickly approached the Spiritual Warlock from the side and behind. The dragon Ji who failed to cast the spell clenched a dagger and pointed it at the enemy's waist.
Hasarqin shouted: "Hasarqin! Hasalqin! Hasalqin!"
Suddenly, a strange sight happened again. The tall and thin psychic suddenly uttered a low roar, and his body quickly grew metal-like muscles. Only a few seconds later, his muscles filled the empty robe. In the gap, he became a giant with an extremely strong body, Long Ji's dagger pierced his waist with all the handles, but did not even penetrate the thick muscle layer.
Hasaerqin swung a big hammer-like fist towards Long Ji. Long Ji tried to pull out the dagger, but the blade was firmly sucked by the tight muscles, and he couldn't break free for a while.
Fortunately, Elliott galloped over, the unicorn stood up, Hulu screamed and raised his front hoof, the Rose Knight stabbed the enemy's shoulder with a lightning bolt, and the powerful impact forced the giant back. Two steps.
At this moment, Elliott shouted: "We give up. You won!"
That's it, the battle is over.
Jonah was dumbfounded and listened to everything. He couldn't help but ask: "How did Mr. W escape the earth-shattering blow from Yekong? What is the ability of Hasalchin? What is the old man with glasses? Who?"
"The question about Mr. W is difficult to answer, Your Excellency Jona. Hasalchin is a person who masters the power of speech and spirit. By calling the real names of familiar objects, he manipulates them, and by calling people’s real names, he controls people. His body makes people unable to move. Of course, manipulating his own body is one of the abilities. As for the old man with glasses, there is evidence that he is a very important person, how important is it? No one knows." Rose Knight Explained.
"Okay." Jonah accepted the explanation frustrated. "Lost the ticket, then what?"
The hourglass beside him drained the last grain of sand. Time is passing by minute by minute, and the prophetic day is coming soon.