Weird Wizarding World

   Chapter 226 Hands-on

  Colin looked back at Meier, a little surprised.

  How could Meier say such a thing...

   "You mean, are you going to quit?" Margaret's face sank and she said coldly.

  Meier nodded lightly, tried his best to maintain a smile, endured physical discomfort, and continued to repeat:

   "I am old and weak, and I was injured before..."

   "Is that what the Magic School taught you?"

   On the other side, Margaret's cold face began to show anger and asked.

   As a member of the Istar School, in Margaret's view, the wizards of these affiliated schools are obliged to obey their own commands.

   Just as she naturally recruited Colin during the incident in Hua Pei, Meier should obey his orders!

   Now that Meier is doing this, for whatever reason, it is an affront to his own majesty!

   "Your Excellency Margaret!"

   Looking at Margaret, a trace of anger suddenly surged in Meier's heart, and he said quickly like pouring beans:

   "The strength of bishop-level believers is equivalent to that of second-order wizards, and the best of them can even be compared to third-order wizards!

   A third-order wizard, that is one level higher than the strength of the chief wizard of the Atis Society, Sir Celesa! "

   He looked at Kingsley and continued:

   "According to what your Excellency said, how could the believer of the gods be on an equal footing with the bishop, how could he only have the strength of the first rank... Stepping back, even if he only has the strength of a first rank wizard, he can't be treated as an ordinary priest!"

   "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Your Excellency Margaret, I don't want to take this risk." After Meier finished speaking, he seemed to be a little emotional, and suddenly coughed, his face flushed.

   His tone was a little slower, and he added:

   "Maybe I'm thinking too much, but I'm not strong enough. This is also for everyone's safety. If something goes wrong in the battle..."

   "It's okay, you can choose to leave."

   Morin suddenly spoke up, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only indifference.

   "You can leave now."

   "Thank you, Lord Morin."

  Meier didn't notice the strangeness in Morin's tone, looked happy, thanked Morin, and then quickly bowed to Margaret before planning to leave.

  As soon as he took a step, he broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly thought that this is not a safe place, this is a dangerous battlefield.

   Alone, not safe at all!

  I was really dizzy!

   "Your Excellency Meyer." Sowerk on the side suddenly spoke and said briefly to Meyer: "This is still a battlefield, we can't retreat..."

   Colin couldn't help sighing in his heart.

  Meier is really confused...

   Now is the battlefield, and these wizards are going to fight. Margaret, as their nominal superior, no matter what target they choose, unless they are clearly told to die, they must obey.

  If he refuses, or quits... Then as long as Margaret is willing, he can be defined as a deserter in a serious way!

   With Sower's reminder, Meier obviously thought of this too, and his footsteps stopped completely.

   The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible at this time, and it was winding down the skin groove of his cheek under the action of gravity. The originally pale face was now three points whiter.

   "Why don't you go? Meier."

  Margaret stood in the shadow by the city wall and said lightly.

   In order to reduce the frequency of battles, the paths they take are relatively secluded and remote.

   "Hey, hey, it's already in the middle of the moon, and the priest is only two hundred meters away from here. Hurry up and look for it, otherwise it will be bad if you get on it first." Kingsley came out to smooth things out.

  With the steps Kingsley gave, Meier's face changed and changed, and finally he squeezed a smile and turned around.

   But Margaret did not intend to end like this, she sneered:

   "What's the matter, Meier? Aren't you going to quit?"

  The smile on Meier's face froze, and he lowered his head silently.

   "Let's go, earning contribution points matters." Morin advised, he looked up at the sky.

   The dark clouds reveal a little bit of light from time to time, or dark red, or orange-yellow... I don't know what the battle behind it is.

   "Huh." Margaret snorted softly and withdrew her gaze.

   It is not that they did not think of what Meier said.

   Since the priest can be on an equal footing with the bishop, naturally it will not be a simple role!

   But on this battlefield, how can we guarantee that everything will be safe...

   What's more, the believers with the strength above the first rank in Cupier City are being firmly targeted and strangled, and there are no guards around the priest. Now is the best time!

  Led by Kingsley, the group continued to move forward.

   "Hey, what's wrong with your Excellency, how can you say that..."

   Morin's wizard suddenly sighed at Meier, showing sympathy.

   "I'm so confused..." Meier raised his head and laughed at himself, and walked forward. His expression was relaxed, and he didn't seem to take it to heart.

   But Colin walked aside, but saw that Meier clearly clenched his fists, and his body even trembled slightly due to the force.

   "It's here, you can see the second-story building where the priest is when you climb over the city wall."

   took a few more steps, and Kingsley took the lead over the tall grey walls.

   "The priest is not alone, there are two ordinary priests around him, and five or six ordinary believers who are about the strength of senior wizard apprentices." Kingsley continued to add.

   "Are you ready?" He turned his head and looked around the crowd.

   "Wait." Morin said softly, a little silver suddenly appeared in his brown pupils.

"how?"

   After a while, Margaret asked softly.

   This is Morin's best witchcraft, and the effect is detection.

   On the way here, relying on this sorcery, they were able to discover the believers of the gods first, so as to prepare first and take the lead.

  The silver light in Morin's eyes faded, and he nodded towards Margaret.

   "Don't worry, I'll never be wrong," Kingsley said, confident in his tone.

  The two of Morin didn't answer, just asked, "Then let's do it now?"

  Kingsley stared at the small gray building not far away, took a deep breath, and nodded.

   "Do it!"

   They had a lot of people on their side, and they found out the location of the target, so they didn't make any subtle plans. They just roughly discussed the witchcraft they used and matched them slightly.

   Then wait for the wizards to touch the small building.

   "It's now!" Kingsley shouted and kicked off the battle!

   "Sigh!"

   "Shhhhh!"

   Witchcraft suddenly erupted, and they all shot towards the second floor of the gray building!

   For a time, the colorful lights of different witchcrafts complemented each other, as if they were setting off fireworks.

   Next second.

   rumbling.

  The gravel splashed around, and the gray smoke rose up. The small masonry building could not withstand the attack and collapsed into a rubble.

   (end of this chapter)