These mistresses in white armor don’t look like powerful men no matter how hard they look.

From this point of view, it can only be because the weapons in their hands are strange.

Most of the pikes were destroyed in Otto's lightning breath, while the remaining pikes were still attacking Otto.

Their strange white spear tips were like consumables that could be replenished at any time.

After throwing it out, a new gun head was condensed from its original position.

Like the dead sword and shield soldiers, their weapons and equipment look very special.

Otto was very interested in them. If possible, when leaving here, maybe he could bring some to the Black Iron Dwarves to study.

At the same time, Otto's flame breath attacked the caster led by the old man in white robe with amazing power and scorching heat.

But the ending this time is a bit different.

Just when Otto thought that his flame breathing would burn all these guys who were pretending to be magic with an irresistible power, he found that the flame breathing was blocked by a pure white light wall.

After the flame breath was finally completed, the light wall slowly turned into stardust spots and dissipated in the air.

And the source of this light wall was the old man in white robe.

When the blazing flames came, he quickly took the lead in chanting the spell in a language that Otto had never heard of.

The other white-robed spell casters behind him repeated the spells with him and injected their magic into the white wall of light together.

Although this breath of flames did not use Otto's full strength, it reached the level of legend no matter what.

It was quite surprising that these white-robed spellcasters were able to achieve this level through sincere cooperation.

I came here in person this time, and I was really right. I wonder if Kornheim would be interested in so many interesting things.

Just when Otto was thinking this way, the white-robed spellcasters who had successfully resisted a wave of flames seemed to be floating.

They first made celebratory cheers, and then, under the leadership of the old man in white robe, quickly began to prepare for the next spell.

It is still the usual white, and the magic of a large group of white-robed spell casters is transmitted to the old man in white-robed through special means.

Then, the old man in white robe quickly recited the spell, and a bright white light ball suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Then, a thick white beam of light burst out from the light ball, and it shone on Otto in a flash.

This strange beam of light seemed to have extraordinary corrosion ability, and almost instantly broke through the coating defense of Otto's body surface and began to act on his thick scales.

"I'll give you a face, right..."

Otto stared at the white-robed spellcaster who was constantly instilling magic at the white column of light with a dark face, and sneered.

Then, both heads on his shoulder, left and right, quickly fell off, and then their bodies changed into two reduced versions of silver dragons.

Immediately afterwards, these two reduced versions of Otto flew quickly to the group of white-robed spellcasters not far away.

Otto's body took a deep breath, and then vented toxic breaths in the foggy state.

The old man in white robe was about to use the same trick again, and used the white light wall to block the toxic breath in the distance.

But at this time, a silver dragon flew straight above the white-robed spellcasters, and then suddenly fell down.

A bad luck caster in white robe was immediately cut off his backbone. Just as other casters around him were about to deal with the sudden fall of the little silver dragon, the guy suddenly inserted his front paw into his chest.

Is this suicide?

This idea emerged in the minds of all the white-robed spellcasters around who saw this scene.

And the next second, with the little silver dragon's chest as the center, the light suddenly shone brightly.

Then, with a deafening sound, the little silver dragon caused a terrifying explosion, directly blowing all the white-robed spell casters within a diameter of 30 meters around to the point where they were not even left.

And the white-robed spell caster outside the diameter of the explosion does not mean that he can escape the disaster.

Many guys who were not very far away covered their chests and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

They were obviously shocked to death.

Because of this explosion, without enough reserve magic support, the old man in white robe had to give up the creation of the light wall.

Before the rest of the survivors could breathe, another little silver dragon had already fallen.

This time, his landing point was near the old man in white robe.

"Protect the High Priest!"

The crowd who had seen how terrifying this attack was before, immediately burst into such a voice.

At the same time, the white-robed spellcasters around the old man in white robe immediately spontaneously protected him in the center of the crowd.

But relying solely on the protection of the human wall, the old man in white robe could not survive such a terrifying explosion as before.

So these spellcasters used various spells to intercept the small silver dragon that was flying closer and closer.

Either it is a magic missile, or a strange magic arrow, or a long whip-like shape.

But no matter what changes the form of the spell, the color must be white or white.

Under the interception of a large group of various spells, the little silver dragon had to complete a self-destruction in the air in advance.

Although the power was still huge, it destroyed many white-robed spell casters around it, the old man in white-robed robe, known as the high priest, used multiple defensive spells and successfully survived the explosion.

The self-destruction of the two consecutive clones has made the array of white-robed spellcasters chaotic. Just as the old man in white-robed was about to regain his strength and was about to launch an attack on Otto again, he found that the surrounding area was already filled with green poisonous mist.

Oh no!

The old man in white robe was about to speak out to remind other white robe spellcasters around him, but it was too late.

I heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from around me. Looking back, a large group of white-robed spell casters had already covered their necks in pain and fell down.

Even himself felt pain as if his neck and lungs were burned by flames.

If this continues, I believe he will soon fall down as weakly as those white-robed spellcasters.

At the same time, he tried to use detoxification techniques or other spells that were resistant to toxic attacks, but the result was that they were not useful.

Obviously, the toxicity of the green poisonous fog around him was far beyond his imagination.
Chapter completed!