Holy Institution

At this moment, there is no one to pay attention to who is directing. It is as if a group of lost people meet a lead person, regardless of whether he is right or wrong. In short, he can lead everyone forward.

Dilling was well aware of this psychology, so he didn't talk nonsense at all, and gave instructions directly.

"Earth magicians make trips, can't let them approach the gate!"

"The water line hits the nearest head."

"The fire department is aiming at the door and the ladder!"

"Wood is on standby!"

Dilling finished with the fastest speed, his hands stretched out, and a strong wind blew up, stifling the footsteps of the Saint Sauvignon knights stiffly.

It's just this delay that has given the little magician of Saint Paders enough time to finish the spell.

In an instant.

Dozens of flames and water polo fell from the head of the city.

The water fans blindfolded the little knights, and the flames fell on the knock-on wood and wooden ladder, but they did not burn.

The little magician closest to Dilling said: "They're soaked in water and won't burn easily."

As I was talking, the ground in front of the city wall was swelled with small slopes, but the students of Saint Sauvignon had a good balance. Most people just shook and quickly continued to rush forward.

"Build a high soil **** in front of the city gate to protect the city gate!" Dilling sweated from his forehead, the wind blew, and he became cold.

But his order was too late, and the knocker slammed against the gate.

Six wooden ladders were placed on the wall, and a few magicians of St. Pades screamed in fright. Most of them are civilians and have never received military training. The scene in front of them is as if an enemy is going to break through their homeland and motherland. The fear in their hearts is like water in a glass, which keeps overflowing.

Dilling settled.

The wood hit the door heavily for the second time.

Water, fire, and soil attacks continue. They were either holding magic wands or wearing small rings ... Obviously, for this match, their mentor was bleeding. But even with the help of magical props, their magic power has not been greatly improved. Before they became real magicians, such a small magic was like an itchy boot to the war. It had no deterrent effect except it was good-looking.

"What to do?" Kevin appeared behind him.

"Remember your trick?" Dilling didn't look back. Kevin is definitely a top student in their new students.

Kevin didn't squeak, raised his hands flat in front of him, and muttered.

The whirlwind fused by the water elements blew up, quickly entangled the knight in front of the gate, and threw it out. This time, St. Padres's mentors did not intervene, but just before they were thrown to the ground, they were gently caught by the wind to prevent them from falling too badly. As for why they were thrown only three meters away, but fell to a place close to thirteen meters ... that doesn't matter.

The knocker fell to the ground, and the city gate was finally relieved.

Kevin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although the city wall is not too high, it is also beyond the scope of his usual use of magic, so for him, it was already an extraordinary play.

"What shall we do next?" He looked at Dilling.

Dilling frowned. He suddenly thought of a problem--

What is it like to beat the other party?

The victory of Saint-Sauveur is simple, that is, to seize the wall.

But they can neither wipe out each other, nor can they leave the city walls and rob the plains ...

Dilling found that defending the city was a big trap, and no wonder Saint Sauveur refused to accept the hot taro. He regretted it a bit, knowing that, he should have talked with Ruimeng about the strategy of defending the city, not perfunctory.

"Come up!"

Shouted the magician.

Dilling turned to look, and sure enough, a knight climbed up the ladder, and the silver helmet flickered in the rising sun, and it was impossible to open his eyes.

Dilling controls water in his mind.

A violent wind blew through him, leaping him down with a ladder.

"Here, here." At the other end, a fire magician desperately attacked the wooden ladder with a fireball.

Kevin said, "It won't work like this."

Dilling exhaled.

He also knew that this would not work.

The mess just now was impulsive, and there was no perfect solution to the challenge.

He looked in the direction of the Saint Padres mentors, wondering what they were thinking at the moment? Full of anxiety, irritability, annoyance, anger, disappointment and distress?

Hyde got into his head with a mocking face.

If it was him, he would definitely do it alone? Think of this as one's war.

"Should we cooperate?" After reading various novels at Raymond, Kevin also had some experience.

Dilling raised his hand and pulled the chest necklace out. The reflection of sapphire and gravel is brilliant.

He closed his eyes and held out his hands.

Various elements are clearly displayed in the mind.

boom!

The knocker knocked the door again.

There was chanting everywhere.

The heat of the fire, the humidity of the water, danced chaotically in the air.

Dilling opened his eyes and raised his hands slightly.

The water element hidden in the wooden ladder was driven out. "Burn the ladder!" His voice was almost cold.

Fire students directly cast fire magic without asking why.

The ladders burst into flames.

The knight lying on the ladder made an instant decision, drew his sword into the city wall, then jumped to the hilt of the sword, and jumped to the head of the city by force.

Dilling exerted the magic of the wind system to the maximum power, and he shook off the three people who had just invaded the city and could almost be included in the hero list in this game.

Raymond suddenly rushed over and said, "Plan C is ready!" The results of staying up late before the game finally came in handy.

For more than half an hour, the little magicians of St. Padres slowly grasped the rhythm of the battle.

Six small pits appeared in front of the city gate, and the knights who were hitting the door kicked their feet.

The water fell from the sky, like a watering flower, turning a small dirt pit into a small puddle.

The wood magician finally found his role.

Aridi yelled excitedly: "The moment of long grass has arrived!"

With the cooperation of water, soil, and wood, long vines grew on the knocked-out wood, deeply rooting themselves in the earthen pit, and no one could pull out the Saint Sauvignon.

The ladder burned, and the knock-on tree took root, and St. Padres found a respite from the biggest crisis.

Dilling his hands on the city wall, he exhaled slowly.

"Good job!" Ramon and Kevin grabbed his arms left and right.

Dilling twitched. He has heard too many war stories, and it is clear that this is just the beginning. Saint Sauvignon's greatest physical advantage has not yet been realized.

The horn sounded hummingly.

Dilling them turned back, Sasso was standing at the far end of the city wall, clutching the horn firmly in his hand, showing an extremely bright smile.

Raymond whispered, "Did we win?"

It was quiet around.

The Saint Savi masters who were sent to protect them stood behind them blankly, turning a blind eye to everything in front of them.

Lucas's face was hidden in silver armor, but his eyes thoughtfully followed Dilling's every move. Obviously, the series of actions he has just taken has already attracted his interest.

Ding Ding Ding ...

Do not knock on the wall before or after.

The students of St. Pades stuck their heads out of the city.

A sword was nailed to the city wall, just as the former Saint Savoy teacher had done. They just took a step and nailed a sword, and their speed and power were much inferior.

"Second attack."

Comes fast.

Dilling tightened his fingers. "The water magician is ready!"

The sun has moved from the east to the west, and the battle continues.

Wet vines and traces of scorched earth are covered by wet vines everywhere near the walls.

If it wasn't for the first time, it would be hard to imagine, but the students from the two colleges who had just enrolled for a long time could have fought the battle so fiercely. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

"Who said there were no injuries." Raymond protested. "Look at my knees."

"I fell down and broke it," Kevin said.

Raymond glared at the still-moving St. Savi master, who was standing beside him. "They didn't keep the agreement at all."

Kevin said: "They only protect against injuries in combat, not accidents."

Raymond wanted to justify again, but Dilling waved.

Light footsteps came from the wind.

St. Sauvignon's students are climbing the wall again.

He glanced at his own people.

Most of them slept against the roots of the wall to recharge their spirits. The remaining standing were barely supported.

The greatest support of magicians is their mental strength. After nearly five hours of fighting, their mental strength has been overdrawn. But Saint-Sauveur's physical strength has not fallen.

Raymond watched Dilin not know how many times he wiped the Saint-Sauve student who almost climbed to the city with the wind, and the envy in his eyes had completely turned into admiration. At this time, Dilling was a well-deserved spiritual leader.

The reason everyone else can sleep so peacefully is because Dilling stands at the center from the beginning to the end, serving as the last line of defense.

"If you continue to do this, you will be dragged down." Kevin sat down. His mental strength has reached its limit. It is a terrible thing to reach the limit of mental strength. He is much more afraid than the limit of physical strength. Excessive mental effort may consume you as a fool. No one wants to turn themselves into a fool in such a game, and it is not the moment of life and death of the country.

"They're up again," said Ruimen helplessly. "I want to drink water."

A ball of water polo floating in mid-air gathered immediately in front of him.

Raymond looked at it and shook his head. "Forget it. Near it, I always have the illusion of being beaten."

Di Linshun hit the water polo.

Do not waste.

Alidi pulled Jeffrey over and said, "If we continue like this, we will definitely lose."

Dilling focused on the Saint Sauvignon student who was starting to climb again, "Come on some fresh words."

"We need to figure out a way," Aridi said.

"Of course. We ... so you think about it quickly." Dilling buzzed in Dilin's head. In any case, it is too heavy to press all the victory and defeat of such a battle on him.

Kevin said, "Is there any magic that blows them down?"

Dilling's speed of gathering water elements is getting slower and slower, so he has to start preparing to use magic early when the opponent is halfway through.

Raymond looked at Dilin's pale face in anxiety. "Are you okay?"

"What did you just say?" Dilling supported the wall with his hands.

"Are you okay?" Will not even listen? Raymond was more worried.

Dilling looked at Kevin, "Your sentence."

"Down their magic completely." Kevin quickly picked up.

Dilling closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose gently. He opened his eyes and said, "Give it a go."

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