"People who laugh on the battlefield will be in trouble, such as Cao Cao, like you." Zhao Mai couldn't help but say this. The little flower floated in the air. Although she didn't understand who Cao Cao was, she still kept applauding.

The White Walker's eyes swept around, and swept straight from Xiaohua, and could not see her at all. The reserved food was hiding on the branch. The White Walker's eyes stopped for a moment, but he didn't care about it. It seemed that this monster had at least the intelligence to analyze the enemy's strength, which was much better than the corpse ghost. It waved the ice crystal sword in his hand vigorously, and then made a beheading posture to provoke Zhao Mai. It seemed that it was not only wisdom, but also a trace of emotion. But was this emotion just arisen now, or was it from the habit before death? But even if he had wisdom, he could never have seen the magic of another world. Zhao Mai recited the spell, and the natural force gathered on his right hand, gushed out from the tiger's mouth, and condensed into a scimitar with fire.

This is the druid's iconic spell: the flame knife. The spray flame that is more than one meter long can be in the shape of a long sword or any weapon, but it is mostly in the state of a scimitar. It depends on which weapon the operator is more familiar with. Originally, the flame knife was a pure invisible weapon, and the armor and shields had no protective ability to it and would be penetrated directly by it; but Zhao Mai used the shaping skills in the psychic superpower on it, giving it a "core" that appears and appears, so it can also be used to block the opponent's weapon. The core summoned by the superpower is temporarily, and it will be thrown out immediately. He wants to see if the White Walker's freezing ability can destroy this weapon!

Ice and fire hedge, the flame sword slashed downward, and the Ice Crystal Sword lifted up to block it. Zhao Mai smiled and put away the core of the soul shaping. The flame sword was purely a ball of fire, burning from the Ice Crystal Sword without a trace. Then, he immediately stretched forward with his hands, and the flame sword shone brightly and directly slashed onto the White Walker's body!

A bright white light burst out from the place where the flames and ice collided, and the White Ghost was blown away by the white light in a howl. Zhao Mai also felt a shock, but he just shook his feet and stopped. When he looked closely, a large piece of White Ghost's left rib was cut off, and the ice fog there was hazy, trying to repair the gap, but the speed seemed to be extremely slow.

The flame knife's light was a little dim, and it was probably also affected and weakened by the power of ice. However, this was not a big problem. Zhao Mai flipped his wrist and replenished some natural force, and the flame on the knife recovered as before. He rushed up without waiting for the blue-eyed White Walker to recover.

The White Gu roared, and his other hand grabbed it from the snow, and another ice crystal sword! Its learning ability was very fast. He knew that the flame sword was blurred and could bypass or pass through the ice crystal sword trying to block it, so he simply did not block it. The two ice crystal swords, one of which always aimed at Zhao Mai's key points to attack, while the other tried to wrap around the wrist of the hand holding the flame sword.

The flame sword is blurred, but Zhao Mai is not! Moreover, Zhao Mai will not lose his only life in order to kill one of the many White Walkers, so he has to dodge and retreat. However, just as the White Walkers were rushing forward to pursue, Zhao Mai suddenly rushed out to the side and suddenly walked around the side of the White Walkers with only a long sword.

The flame knife swept over, and another flute of ice and snow was shaken away in the white light. The White Ghost roared and turned around, but it could not keep up with Zhao Mai's movement speed. With the help of the spiritual supernatural powers that burst out from time to time, Zhao Mai was like pressing a spring, and it was still the kind of spring that could change direction instantly, and could always be one step faster than the White Ghost.

The core of the flame knife was created with the supernatural powers, which gave new changes to the spell. The original flame had to be attached to the hand, but now it can temporarily leave the body with supernatural powers as the core. With the help of the remote control ring of the mind, Zhao Mai can throw the scimitar from time to time and then pull it back, forming strikes from multiple angles. Although he is not proficient in this combat skill, the disorganization makes it more difficult for the White Walkers to adapt. The blue eyes kept flashing, and it was also thinking of countermeasures.

After surrounding the White Walker and chopping around and over twenty circles, Zhao Mai had already beaten the White Walker to incompleteness, and only two blue eyes and two ice crystal swords could remain intact. It roared repeatedly, but could not catch up with Zhao Mai's speed, nor could it keep up with his changing rhythm, and was completely suppressed in melee combat! The White Walker felt ruthless and was about to... But at this time, Zhao Mai suddenly stepped back, ran ten steps, covered his stomach, and vomited non-stop.

"What? Are you injured?" Xiaohua flew over and asked with concern. Zhao Mai waved his hand and said reluctantly: "It's so dizzy in circles, I want to vomit..."

If he hadn't suppressed it with the natural force, he had already vomited out at this time. Constantly using his mind superpower to accelerate himself and improve his mobility can indeed bring advantages in combat, but it also requires stronger physical fitness to withstand it.

The White Walker was cut by Zhao Mai's "sharp-cutting" sword technique for more than twenty times, and his whole body was covered with gaps, which looked extremely miserable. However, Zhao Mai could feel that its combat ability had not decreased at all. This was the advantage of the undead, especially the advantage of this ghost-like creature. Weapons can indeed cause damage to the White Walker, but it is not fatal. Can only use dragon flames, obsidian weapons or Valyrian steel to directly cause fatal injuries?

Zhao Mai observed the White Walker, and he almost understood the opponent's martial arts. His strength, agility and reaction ability were good, but he would not pose much threat to him. Now we have to see what White Walker has in magic. He focused his observation on the flow of natural force around him and see how this undead driven by natural force casts spells.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, he was still calm. The White Walker seemed to have no reaction and stood there, looking at Zhao Mai with only two bright and deep blue eyes. What is this? Give up? The undead will have such emotions? Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly. He took this opportunity to cast a spell to add a layer of protection to himself. The tough bark covered his skin, forming a layer of armor similar to scales.

The Ghost seemed to have an expression on his face, looking like disappointment and regret. Zhao Mai saw it pick up the ice crystal sword and put it to his mouth, and chewed it off. With this action, the surrounding natural force accelerated to gather on the Ghost, and turned into ice power to repair its body.

"So, it's just a magic warrior from the surrounding environment." Zhao Mai understood this and felt relieved. Overall, Westero's magic level is still average, far from being comparable to that of the world of Graleon or Atas. It may have its own characteristics in some places, but it is achieved with more extreme techniques, which has left a lot of equally fatal weaknesses on himself.

Zhao Mai waited for the White Walker to finish eating the Ice Crystal Sword and restored to its full state. He had already figured out the White Walker's continuous combat ability through battle. Now he wanted to try to take all his strength to see how strong the power he could kill with one blow. Zhao Mai knew very well that there was not only one White Walker, nor would he always act alone. When multiple White Walkers lead a large number of corpse ghosts to charge, he must be able to achieve a definite result in each blow, and cannot fall into a war of attrition to fight and retreat. After all, the endurance and consumption of the Living and the Undead are purely seeking death.

The White Walker opened his mouth and said something. His voice was like the ice surface was broken, and Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and didn't understand what it was about to express.

Xiaohua didn't know how to understand: "Get back quickly, he's going to blow you to death!"

A gust of wind blew, and the White Walker's blue eyes closed, and then his whole body merged into the wind and disappeared. "Storage grain, flash!" he ordered. Immediately afterwards, Xiaohua's body broke with a loud bang. It seemed that the reserve grain was transported far enough to directly exceed the limit of Xiaohua's appearance range.

He could no longer see the White Walker with his eyes, so Zhao Mai could only use the natural force to sense it. Originally, he thought that the gust of wind would bring the White Walker to his side and then "explode". Unexpectedly, after the wind stopped, the White Walker stood next to the altar!

"Baby!" Zhao Mai was furious, anxious and ashamed, and did not hold back, he immediately transformed into a spiritual element! The white light ball emitted a dazzling light, like the sun set on the ground, instantly driving away the night in the forest. The flames of natural force burned on the surface of the white ball. Although it was more than ten meters away, the White Ghost was ignited, and an indelible blue flame rose on its body!

"Mind thoughts, come here!" Zhao Mai went all out and pulled the child from the altar, allowing him to escape from the palm of the White Walker. The White Walker roared and exploded with a loud bang! The ice and snow storm spread in all directions with the altar as the center. The surrounding ground was suddenly lifted up, and the trees were either blown into powder or broken and fell. Zhao Mai had all his strength to support the shield of the mind, forming a slope, so that the explosion fragments could have a sliding angle. The fragments and air waves kept hitting the shield, and the baby's swaddle was shaking under the protection of the shield, and finally barely avoided this round of impact.

This time it was equivalent to blocking the power of the White Ghost, and Zhao Mai was also very uncomfortable. Although he was not afraid of internal injuries in the white ball state, the vibrations acting on his mind made him a little dizzy. Fortunately, the child was protected and could not be affected by the explosion.

"No... Why did the White Walker blow the child?" Zhao Mai looked down and the child's eyes opened. A pair of bright blue eyes were like a quiet deep lake under the clear sky and blue sky. It was so beautiful and so moving. The power of ice continued to gather from the baby and continued to compress. The child smiled and felt the familiar smell, the sweet smell of a cherry, the feeling of the warm natural force flame in the cold wind.

"Hey...hey..." The little guy waved his head and tried to face Zhao Mai's direction with his pale little face.
Chapter completed!