Chapter 1049 Mr. Blois' Thoughts

Was the letter that Willy's father sent to Maca really just to convey the message that he was strong enough to deal with the basilisk?

No, of course not.

Just a basilisk will not pose a threat to Patriarch Bulova who has the inheritance of ancient summoning techniques, even if this basilisk is obviously unusual.

On this point, not only Mr. Blois is fully sure, but even Maca knows it well. After all, he had personally fought this man in the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

So, what exactly was it that Bulova wanted to tell Maca through that urgent letter, that rest assured?

As for this, the answer is already obvious.

...

In the foothills on the border of Monaco not long after Aginbad, who was missing an arm and blind in one eye, arrived at Chateau de Blois.

The capable short witch suddenly raised her head and glanced at the opposite sky - in that direction, a beam of red light shot straight up, shining with eye-catching brilliance. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

It seems that the basilisk wants to break out from there again... Two people stay here, and the others close their eyes and follow me!

Before she finished speaking, the short witch's figure flashed, and she disapparated away with the distortion of space. The rest of the companions disappeared one by one in place according to her command, and in the end only two people were left standing here vigilantly.

The next moment, on the other side of the hillside, figures appeared one after another.

It can be seen that in order to prevent the immediate death sight of the basilisk as soon as it appeared, they all closed their eyes decisively. Only the short witch had her eyes open, but she lowered her eyelids as soon as she appeared, and only looked at the grass in front of her.

Obviously, since the whole team almost fell into the poisonous fog last time, she will not be fooled again this time.

Is everything okay?

According to the surrounding sounds, it can be known that the basilisk has indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous fog. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

As for the team of wizards staying here, in order to maintain the formation with their eyes closed, most of them stood in place and cast spells to restrain the basilisk as much as possible. There was only one person, who was lying on the grass motionless at the moment, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

After hearing the short witch's question, a strong man who was probably the captain of the team immediately said:

Vincent fell down, probably because he accidentally saw the basilisk's eyes... Everyone else is fine and hasn't been injured yet.

Although the answer was decisive and quick, after all, one of his companions died on the spot, and the strong man's tone still contained some regret and sentimentality.

Well, the witch responded, and after casting a spell in the direction of the basilisk, she continued, Keep your efforts, even if you can't kill it yet, it is still possible to hurt it... No matter how bad it is, drive it back into the poisonous fog. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

yes!

During the simple exchange between the two, the other companions threw a few spells at the basilisk again, and there were explosions and impacts one after another.

It's a pity, just because there is no way to confirm whether the basilisk was injured, this makes it difficult for them to judge a more accurate battle situation.

At this stage, there is probably nothing wrong with using the word blind beating to describe it.

And just a few minutes after the wizards cast the spell one after another, trying to suppress the basilisk, a stronger shock than before made the short witch immediately shout:

Be careful, it's approaching!

This time, the basilisk may have discovered that the short witch hadn't completely closed its eyes, so it didn't repeat the same trick, but chose to forcibly charge into the encirclement here.

At this moment, if someone dared to look directly at its body, they would find that the previous offensive spells did not really hurt its body at all. At best, it left some traces of different shades on its hard skin with strong magic resistance. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

To be honest, a series of larger magical creatures such as basilisks and fire dragons, although they can also use some innate magic, but in the end they still prefer to rely on their tyrannical bodies to fight with enemies.

Sensing that the basilisk was approaching rapidly, the wizards present resisted the urge to retreat, trying to capture the path of the basilisk as much as possible.

They knew that if they couldn't help but start running back, they would definitely be even more unable to confirm the position of the basilisk. At that time, there will be nothing else to do except compete with your companions who can run faster.

For a moment, the wizards, who were each judging the location of the basilisk, cast spells one after another, some of them hit, and some missed. Fortunately, the basilisk is very big, so most of them can still hit the target.

It's just that it's hard to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks can produce. They only knew that the speed of movement of the basilisk didn't seem to slow down, but became faster and faster. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

Is it not working at all? Or is it because it angered the other party?

At the moment when the short witch was about to make everyone retreat temporarily, a thick long tail suddenly appeared from the corner of her eyes, and quickly slammed towards her position.

She didn't have time to think about it, and she bent down on the ground at that time. The impact when her forehead hit the ground made her a little dizzy, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on keeping herself awake.

And the very second she lay on the ground, the tail almost whizzed past her back, and the violent air flow even moved her body a few inches sideways.

If this blow landed on his body, he might be smashed into a shattered sack on the spot.

Retreat! Retreat! She shouted and glanced behind her, as if someone was coming this way, she hurriedly said, Leave me alone! This is an order!\u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/ i\u003e

Blame her for standing too far forward—although this was mainly to guard against the poisonous fog for her companions, it really wasn't right for a commander to stand so far forward.

This time she was wrong in judgment.

In a hurry, the tail that had just been flicked horizontally seemed to be drawn from above to her prostrate position again. When the whistling sound approached, she hastily closed her eyes and rolled away to one side.

Even if it's too late, you have to give it a try, don't you?

But at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the air, and the short witch felt her waist tighten after following her.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she had been pulled aside by a spell.

boom!

As the clods splashed, the basilisk's tail ruthlessly landed on the place where the short witch was just now. The force was so great that a crack appeared on the ground. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

Immediately, the Short Witch felt a scorching air wave approaching from the air, scorching her as if her tips were about to be set on fire.

Leave them all, leave this to me... Besides, the poisonous fog can be ignited and eliminated with this, just use it in the direction where it spreads.

Master!

The short witch hurriedly got up and looked back. At the first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon made of extremely hot flames.

But I saw the flying dragon fluttering its huge wings, hanging steadily behind Patriarch Bulova. Where it was, the grass was scorched and burned. If it stayed longer, a wildfire would be inevitable.

On the other side, the basilisk probably instinctively sensed the huge threat of the flame flying dragon, and retreated to the vicinity of the poisonous mist in a blink of an eye. It seems that as long as there is a slight movement here, it will definitely turn around and run away. \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

The more intelligent a creature is, the less it likes to fight head-to-head. Facing that extremely intimidating flying dragon at this time, even if it knew that it might not be an opponent, it never wanted to fight the opponent head-on.

Needless damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

Patriarch, don't you want to stay with the family? Over there in the castle...

There's a steward over there, Blois said casually while throwing a small bottle in his hand to the short witch, Also, just now President Akinbad of the International Federation of Wizards came to the castle suddenly, I invite him Bring people to guard around the castle.

The witch took the small bottle and didn't look at it carefully for the time being, but she was a little puzzled and said:

That Mr. Akinbad... is there any problem?

However, Blois did not directly answer her question, but turned to remind: \u00261t;i\u003e\u00261t;/i\u003e

The one in your hand is called 'Fireflame Bottle'. It is a work that Mr. McLean has sold outside, and the effect is trustworthy. You will go there in a while, just smash it on the ground in the poisonous fog.

After explaining the usage, he waved his hand at the other party.

And Mr. Aginbad, who is also recognized by Mr. McLean, I think he is also trustworthy... Go! Hurry up and clean up the poisonous fog, and don't let them spread to the Muggle towns outside.

After staying for a long time, all the wizards of the family left the place with the short witch, but when they saw Bulova, he didn't look in the direction of the basilisk, but turned sideways and waved his hand.

In an instant, the Flame Wyvern hovering behind him suddenly jumped up, then turned around and swooped towards the basilisk.

Roar--

A dragon roar, accompanied by a burst of flaming dragon breath, fell to the high head of the basilisk before it rushed to the vicinity of the basilisk.

As expected, when the basilisk saw this, it turned over and wanted to dive into the poisonous mist at an astonishingly fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the dragon's breath failed to catch up, but mercilessly scorched the land where it was originally into a piece of coke.

However, although the breath of the flame flying dragon also swept a little bit of poisonous mist, the latter still didn't change at all, as if the two hadn't touched at all.

However, the flame flying dragon doesn't care about the poisonous fog. As long as the master's order remains unchanged, even if the enemy gets into the sea, it will still plunge headfirst into it decisively.

The two sides fled and chased, that is, they both got into the poisonous fog in a few seconds, and they were never seen again.

Until this moment, Bulova turned his head sideways and looked into the poisonous mist. He remained silent and didn't know what he was planning in his heart.

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