Whether the nose bone of cheese is broken or not is of no significance to the Mage at this time. The unspeakable pain from the nasal cavity and the blood pouring into the respiratory tract made cheese have no way to resist. All he could do was press his right hand on his face, trying to relieve the pain.


    On the other side, Harold III''s intention was to let cheese loose his left hand holding the axe blade. However, judging from the sense of restraint from the weapon, it is obvious that a single mallet is not enough to break the thorns growing from the witch''s ring. The Grand Duke of blood axe was not discouraged. He clearly saw the status of cheese. For this experienced soldier, the mage was as powerless as a lamb to be slaughtered.


    "Hum!" With the executioner''s heavy blow on the mage''s jaw, the harsh beep covered the cheese''s hearing, and the impact force from the head continuously attacked the mage''s brain. At the time when cheese consciousness was about to be blurred, some of his protective mechanisms were activated.


    This protection mechanism does not come from other people. As a caster, the loss of consciousness is not much different from death. The unfinished caster and interrupted magic operation may destroy its master in an instant. So as a qualified mage, cheese, like his peers, will put some protective measures on his consciousness to prevent this situation.


    Of course, the limitation of this kind of measure is very big. Only when some preset situations appear, can this kind of protection come into effect. That''s why cheese can''t stay conscious in the streets of flesh and blood. But now, when cheese is about to lose consciousness due to a jaw blow, the spell still works.


    The preset magic controlled the mage''s right hand, and uncontrollably completed a series of gestures. When the cheese rolled out his right hand, an invisible force burst out along his body surface! This force was so powerful that it broke Harold III''s body away from cheese and tore up the mage''s clothes. Only the robe from the grey tower was left, which saved the mage from the embarrassment of being naked.


    "Bang!" The bloody axe, which was knocked open by the invisible force, was thrown about 20 steps away and fell to the ground. He looked at the man in grey clothes with an incredible look. Although cheese had also cast some magic before, he should not be able to hurt him with a witch hunting knife. And he also noticed that his weapon, hern''s hand, was not blown away with it, and the Tomahawk was still firmly held in the cheese''s hand.


    Only the mage in a gray robe was half kneeling on the ground, and the blood from his face trickled down to the ground, forming a small pool of red stains. While protecting cheese, magic is also rapidly recovering his damage, although this price is bound to be accompanied by a period of weak mage.


    Jack, who had just been ready to rush to save people, saw that cheese had stabilized the situation once again, and stopped half way. At the same time, of all the people present, only he noticed that when cheese was heavily boxed by Harold, for a moment, the magic color in the mage''s eyes became extremely confused. Only after a very short time, the magic in cheese''s eyes returned to normal. Under Jack''s invisible grey robe, countless runes on the neck and back of cheese are fading.


    "Hoo..." With a breath full of his own blood smell, cheese finally regained consciousness under the influence of his own protective magic. At the same time, the mage really realized that even if Harold did not use a witch hunting knife, his physical fitness and reaction ability could not be compared with him. After being baptized by the first rain, the burning arrogance is also extinguished here.


    "Well, it seems that the teacher is right. A wizard should look like a wizard. " The cheese whispered and rose from the ground. Although he had only a grey robe left on him, none of the people present could see anything under it. A creepy feeling crept into the hearts of all the onlookers.


    "Ha, that guy finally knows what to do." Jack said to Rosa, "so I don''t have to stare at him. After all, there is a real prey waiting for me


    The count of black mountain was puzzled by his companion''s words, but before he could ask Jack what the prey in his mouth meant, the two men not far away moved again. And this time, it was cheese who took the initiative.


    The mage''s left hand can''t see the shape of his hand. A large number of staggered brambles and vines spread along the mage''s left hand, swallowing the hand of hern. But this has not been played yet. When the witch hunting knife has been completely submerged in the thorns, the vines of those thorns begin to twist into a strand. It looks like the left hand of cheese turns into a long whip of thorns.


    As cheese waved his left hand to the executioner in the distance, the whip lashed hard with the terrible wind.


    "Pa!" The crisp pumping sound indicates that the weapon made up of vines has not hit its target. The figure of the blood axe is no longer there. After his weapons were seized, the Duke didn''t feel flustered at all. He was half crouched and avoided the track of the whip with only a few movements. At the same time, he drew a short sword from the waist of the soldiers watching. Although the weapon in his hand was iron, there was no cowardice in his eyes."I have to say that you are the best soldier I have ever seen." At this moment, cheese suddenly said.


    Harold III did not answer the mage''s words. He cautiously walked around the edge of the field, avoiding the scope of the thorn whip, and looking for an angle to get close to cheese again.


    "I''m afraid only the knight of Lyon can compare with you. Compared with you, our count of black mountain is still too young. " The mage said and shook his head. His eyes didn''t put on the blood axe, because he didn''t have to do it. Compared with the naked eye, cheese''s magic has been locked in Harold III''s body.


    Just as the mage shook his head, the executioner, who was only about ten steps away from him, suddenly launched a shock. The dagger in his hand did not attack the neck of cheese again this time, but aimed at the gap between the mage''s ribs and the gap between his heart.


    "But I''m sorry, your weapons can''t protect you now." Cheese''s voice was still saying, and he didn''t seem to notice the bloody axe that was rushing towards him.


    Harold III came to the master again, and his dagger almost touched the robe of cheese. However, this less than a finger distance is destined to be as far away as Tianlong. Because on the ground at the foot of cheese, countless small thorny vines have formed a big net with thorns. The executioner, whose attention was all focused on the mage, became the prey of inadvertently entering the net.


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