Moldon had never seen such a terrible population.

If you are not afraid of death, you will still not die.

And he has a strange persistence in killing enemies.

Until now, he hasn't figured out why these people suddenly attacked him.

It was obvious that I had just teleported to this city, and then the whole city started to riot.

It seems that everyone thinks they are their enemy.

Morton kept flying in front, following the strange flying magician from left to right and behind.

He didn't understand why his great cleavage technique was useless to the aircraft. The Golden Son with full body of magic equipment was obviously naked.

There is no reason.

He became more and more confused, and at the same time he became more and more impatient and uneasy inside.

Dimensional anchor scrolls continued to unfold on his left and right.

Due to the harassment of those aircraft, his current flight speed has dropped significantly.

The flight magic, which was not fast at all, was dragged into a "strait speed", and even the Son of Gold on the ground bit behind him.

A large number of archers ran lightly, shooting arrows at him at the same time.

At this time, no magic was attacking him.

Because most of the mages of the Son of Gold have not grown up.

Their physical and endurance is not as good as warriors and archers, and they do not know how to fly magic, so they cannot keep up with the team.

Moulton turned around and another air cannon.

Because of the limitations of the dimensional anchor, his strongest ability is now impossible to use at all.

Only use some simple spells.

As a result, this air cannon of the magic wind system still failed to hit the enemy.

On the contrary, because of the casting, his speed was temporarily slowed down by a few seconds, and a rain of arrows hit his head and face.

He flew forward hard, avoiding most arrows, but was still hit by hundreds of cold arrows.

The Son of Gold is too good at regional saturation attacks.

After being hit, the magic shield has more and more ripples, which is a manifestation of the decrease in the strength of the magic shield.

He looked back at the ground and found a long, black abortion following behind him.

This stream of people spread from the wetland city on the distant horizon, as if it were the terrifying monster tentacles that stretched out from the wetland city.

Want to roll him back.

"It's all crazy people." Moreton despised him angrily. He gritted his teeth and planned to use another group of attack magic.

For example, ice tornadoes and so on.

However, he just thought about this idea and gave up.

A group attack magic can kill at most three or four hundred gold sons.

But the terrifying abortion below consists of at least 40,000 people. How many large magic does he have to put out to kill it?

Really, if large group attack magic does not require magic?

He flew forward desperately, and at the same time he was secretly angry: When I go back, I must find a way to destroy this wetland city. These golden sons must not gather together. After they gather, it is really terrible.

He flew forward with a silence, and now he didn't plan to fight back.

Protect enough magic to support magic shields and to fly.

Although the legendary wizard has a lot of magic power, it is not infinite.

He was attacked by the chasing aircraft behind him. The running archers on the ground were from time to time, and they were sucking one or two arrows. Their head was quite terrifying. At least five of them could hit him with ten arrows.

The magic is falling at a pretty fast rate.

He thought, using his endurance to get rid of these golden sons.

Then... the time has been gone for half an hour. Not to mention that the magic weapon flying in the air has not been thrown away, even a large number of people are coming to the ground.

He looked carefully and found that these people had mounts.

Almost everyone has a horse.

Moulton was a little tired at this time.

Then the sons of gold still screamed in spirit.

After another half an hour, he still did not leave these golden sons, and even the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

It is obvious that the endurance of the Gold Sons seems to be stronger than that of Morton.

But this is just an illusion, mainly because Moulton has been attacked too much.

His magic must be used to maintain shields and flight.

At this time, Morton had a little fear in his heart, and his brain was running rapidly, thinking about how he could escape from the pursuit of these golden sons.

Many methods come into being in my mind and are quickly rejected.

Suddenly, he saw a city appear on the horizon ahead.

His eyes lit up and he flew into the city. Those golden sons who claimed to be righteous and kind should take into account the lives of civilians in the city and would not attack them randomly.

He immediately lowered some flight heights and planned to escape to the city with the shortest distance.

Then, by lowering the height, he immediately gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of.

At least fifty networks? Come up.

Moreover, these nets are all large nets made of iron wire.

A cold metallic luster reflects in the sun.

Many thieves and hunters who could throw nets participated in the battle to encircle and suppress vampires more than a year ago. At that time, they used straw rope nets. For ordinary people, the thing was very tough and almost impossible to break free, but for vampires, it was not too difficult to tear apart.

At that time, although vampires who could fly low in the net would soon be broken by vampires and would not have much control effect.

So since then, many players have begun to improve the production technology of throwing networks.

Finally, the barbed wire was made out, and some magic materials were added to mix it into it, greatly enhancing the toughness of the barbed wire.

Thirteen of these more than fifty iron mesh wires actually hit Morton.

He was instantly wrapped into an iron wire ball.

Because the magic shield is still there, these barbed wire mesh naturally cannot be tied to his body, but with more than a dozen nets, each net is at least about five kilograms, and suddenly there are about eighty kilograms of things on his body. Not only does the flight speed slow down, but the flight altitude has also become lower.

Oops!

Through the magic shield, Moldon saw that his vision was blocked by a thick layer of barbed wire, and he could no longer tell the direction.

Flying slower and flying lower will lead to more attacks on the net.

In less than ten seconds, more than twenty barbed wire fences were placed on his body.

Now it's not an iron wire ball, but an iron wire cocoon.

The kind that can't be seen.

"Get him down."

Players running on the ground yelled.

At this time, an airplane climbed above Malton's head, and then hit it almost vertically using gravity acceleration.

It is obviously an old-fashioned propeller aircraft, but under the influence of this potential energy acceleration, it almost flew out the speed of an old-fashioned jet.

Then the human-powered plane directly hit Morton at a very domineering angle.

The pilot of the plane did not jump, and the two wingers did not jump away either.

The three of them used their weight to add even more powerful potential energy impact to the plane.

The plane roared down and hit Morton, who was flying slowly and slowly.

The moment the collision was in the air, the plane fell apart, and the wood was sputtered all over the sky. Potential energy was transferred and transferred, and Morton was knocked to the ground like a shell that had been released from the bore.

The three players also fell to the ground in the wood fragments all over the sky, and at that time they became Masek who could not bear to look at.

Moreton was still alive. The magic shield blocked most of the fallen impact for him. He stood up with difficulty. No matter who it was, the magic shield was covered with thirty or forty throwing nets, and the total weight of the external object weighing at least nearly 200 kilograms was pressed on him. Everyone would feel uncomfortable.

However, Moulton stood up.

It's very difficult.

He could not see the situation outside, but he could use his mental power to explore it.

A dense sea of ​​people was coming quickly, and someone had already surrounded him. The summoning girls with fast mounts had a much better maneuver speed than most players.

Can't escape by myself?
To be continued...