Was the letter that Willie's father sent to Maca really just wanted to convey a message enough to deal with the Basilisk?

No, of course not.

Just a basilisk does not pose a threat to the owner of Blois, who has the heritage of ancient summoning, even if this basilisk is obviously unusual.

In this regard, not only Mr. Blois himself has full confidence, even Maca knows this. After all, in the Treasury at the Underground Pavilion, he had personally played against this man.

So, what exactly is Blois trying to tell Maca through that urgent letter and that "relief"?

At this point, the answer is already obvious.

...

Shortly after Akinbad, who had fewer arms and was blind, arrived in Blois, in the foothills of the Monaco border.

The capable short witch suddenly raised her head and glanced at the opposite air-in that direction, a beam of red light rushed up, flashing a striking light. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"It seems that the Basilisk wants to break out from there again ... the two stay here, the others close their eyes and follow me!"

The words did not fall, the short witch flickered, and moved away with the distorted illusion of space. The rest of her companions disappeared one by one in accordance with her instructions, and only two of them remained on standby.

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

It can be seen that in order to prevent the immediate sight of the Basilisk from appearing immediately, they all closed their eyes decisively. Only the short witch was with her eyes open, but as soon as she appeared, she lowered her eyes and looked at the grass in front of her.

Obviously, since the team almost planted the poison mist last time, she will not be fooled again this time.

"Are all OK?"

According to the surrounding sounds, it can be seen that the basilisk has indeed appeared, just at the edge of the poisonous mist. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

And a team of wizards who were left behind by their side, in order to maintain the formation with their eyes closed, mostly stood as far as possible to cast the curse to contain the basilisk. There was only one person, lying flat on the grass at the moment, and did not know whether it was dead or alive.

Upon hearing the short witch's words asking, probably a strong man of the squad leader immediately said:

"Vinson fell, probably because he accidentally saw the basilisk's eyes directly ... everyone else was fine, and he was not injured for the time being."

Although the answer was decisive, after all, there was a companion who died on the spot, but the tone of the strong man still had some regret and sentimentality.

"Well," said the witch, and after casting a spell in the direction of the Basilisk, she continued, "Tougher, even if you can't kill it at the moment, it is still possible to hurt it ... No matter how bad it is, we need to drive it back into the mist. "& 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"Yes!"

During the simple communication between the two, the other companions lost a few spells again to the Basilisk, and the sound of blasts and impacts one after another.

Unfortunately, because there is no way to determine whether the Basilisk has been injured, it is difficult for them to determine a more accurate battle situation.

At this stage, there is nothing wrong with using the word "blind".

And just a few minutes after the Wizards 6 continued to cast the spell and tried to suppress the Basilisk, a stronger shock than before caused the short witch to shout immediately:

"Be careful, it's approaching!"

This time, the Basilisk may be because the short witch did not close her eyes completely, so it did not repeat the trick, but chose to forcibly impact the encirclement side.

At this moment, if someone dares to look directly at its body, it will appear, and the many offensive spells in the past did not actually hurt its body at all. At best, it leaves a few shades on the hard skin, which is extremely resistant to magic. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

To be honest, although a series of large and magical creatures like Basilisk, Fire Dragon and so on, they also use some talent magic, but in the end they still prefer to rely on a domineering body to fight against the enemy.

Perceived that the Basilisk was approaching quickly, the wizards in the presence resisted the impulse to retreat, catching the path of the Basilisk as far as possible.

They knew that if they couldn't help but start running backwards, it would be even more impossible to confirm the position of the basilisk. At that time, there is nothing else to do except to run faster with your peers.

For a moment, the wizards who each judged where the basilisk was were cast their spells one after the other, some of them hit and some failed. Fortunately, the Basilisk is very large and can still hit the target in most cases.

It is difficult to know exactly how much effect this series of attacks can produce. They only knew that the movement of the Basilisk didn't seem to decrease, but instead it became faster and faster. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Is it not effective at all? Or is it because it irritates each other?

As the short witch was about to make everyone retreat temporarily, a thick long tail emerged from the corner of her eye and yanked quickly towards her location.

She didn't have much time to think about it. Then she prone to lie down, and the shock when her forehead hit the ground shocked her a little, but she still clenched her teeth and kept her awake.

It was the next second when she fell on the ground, the tail almost whistled past her back, and the violent air even took her body a few inches to the side.

If it falls on the body this time, I am afraid that it will be drawn into a broken sack with broken bones on the spot.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!" She shouted and glanced behind her. One seemed to be coming, and she hurriedly said, "Don't worry about me! This is an order!" & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

If you blame it, blame her for standing too far ahead-although this is mainly to alert the companion to poison mist, but a commander standing so forward is really not appropriate.

This time it was her misjudgment.

In a hurry, the tail, which had just fluttered in the horizontal direction, seemed to withdraw from above to her shivering position, and she hurriedly closed her eyes and rolled to the side as the whistling approached.

Even if it's too late, you have to try it, right?

But at this moment, a deafening roar sounded in the air, and the short witch immediately felt her waist tight.

When she returned to God, she was now pulled aside by a magic.

"boom!"

Between the clods splashing, the basilisk's tail fell fiercely where the short witch was just now, and the strength caused a crack on the ground. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

Immediately, the short witch felt a scorching air approaching from the air, roasting her as if she were going to be ignited.

"Leave them all, and leave them here to me ... In addition, the poisonous mist can be ignited with this and used in the direction of spread."

"Homeowner!"

The short witch quickly got up and glanced back and forth. At first glance, she was attracted by the flying dragon composed of extremely hot flames.

But he saw the flying dragon flashing huge wings and hung steadily behind the owner of Blois. Where it is, the bushes are scorched and burned. If you stay longer, a mountain fire is inevitable.

On the other side, the basilisk might instinctively feel the huge threat of the flame dragon, and then retreated to the vicinity of the poisonous mist in a blink of an eye. It seems that as long as there is a slight change here, it will surely turn around and run. & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

The smarter the creature, the less likely it is to fight head-to-head. At this time, facing the highly deterrent dragon, even if it knows that it is not necessarily an opponent, it never wants to fight the other side directly.

Needless damage is obviously unnecessary for it.

"Homeowner, aren't you going to stay with the family? Over the castle ..."

"There is a housekeeper over there," Blois threw a small bottle in his hand to the short witch, and said casually, "And, just now, President Akinbad of the International Federation of Wizards suddenly visited the castle. I asked him. Bring people to guard around the castle. "

The witch took the little bottle and didn't take a closer look at it for now, but she was a little confused:

"That Mr. Akinbad ... is that okay?"

However, Blois did not answer her question directly, but instead reminded: & 1t; i> & 1t; / i>

"The one in your hand is called 'Flame Flask'. It is a work that Mr. McLean has sold out. The effect is trustworthy. After a while, you just have to smash it on the ground in the poisonous mist."

After explaining the usage, he waved at the other side.

"And Mr. Akinbad is also the object of Mr. McLean's recognition. I think he is also trustworthy ... Go! Hurry up and clear the poisonous fog, and don't let them spread out to the Muggle towns outside."

After waiting for the family witch to evacuate here with the short witch, he saw that Blois did not look in the direction of the basilisk, but waved his hand sideways.

Suddenly, the flame dragon originally hovering behind him rose up, then turned and swooped towards the basilisk.

"Roar--"

A dragon roar, spurting out with a fiery dragon breath, fell to the high head of the basilisk one step before it rushed near the basilisk.

As expected previously ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The Basilisk saw this, and when he turned over, he wanted to drill into the poisonous mist, and the speed was amazing. In just a blink of an eye, Dragon's Breath failed to catch up, but relentlessly roasted its original land into a piece of coke.

However, although the Dragon Breath of the Flame Dragon has also swept a little poisonous mist, the latter has not changed at all, as if the two have not touched at all.

However, that flame dragon did not care about poisonous fog or something. As long as the owner's order has not changed, even if the enemy has penetrated the sea, it will also pierce decisively.

As soon as the two sides fled and chased, they both got into the poison mist within a few seconds and disappeared again.

Until this time, Blois turned his head and looked into the poisonous mist, silently, and wondering what was in his mind.

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