Chapter 126: Gisz Queen
The appearance of the Red Dragon undoubtedly caused trouble for many.
Even the master of the Northern Witch Council, Your Eye of the North, couldn’t help but frown as she glanced at the giant dragon circling above. The dragon breath of the Red Dragon is the most powerful among the five-colored dragons, with a killing power equivalent to twice that of the ice breath of an adult White Dragon. Thus, the soul projections of all the witches present could withstand a maximum of only two rounds of dragon breath attacks. Once the Red Dragon launched an attack, they must bring it down within one round; otherwise, the casualties among the Northern Witches would be severe.
— “Mass Human Binding Spell!”
— “Dead Cloud Spell!”
— “Greasy Spell!”
— “Web Spell!”
— “d*ath Touch!”
— “Disintegration Spell!”
— “Abidach Wilt Spell!”
…
As the Gisz warriors rushed in swiftly, the first wave of spells from the Northern Witches erupted.
As high-level Northern Witches with a profession level above 15, the spells they cast were overwhelmingly lethal. The Mass Human Binding Spell immobilized the five leading third-tier warriors, followed by a blanket of Dead Cloud Spell covering the area. Then came Greasy Spell and Web Spell, while d*ath Touch and Disintegration Spell targeted the foremost enemies, accompanied by the flashing lights of their spells. When the Abidach Wilt Spell covered the land before them,
the entire first wave of attacking Gisz warriors was annihilated!
They didn’t even manage to reach within fifty meters of the Northern Witches before falling under the spells.
High-level spellcasters.
Once a spellcaster exceeds level 10, their combat power begins to rise dramatically, becoming increasingly astonishing!
The Northern territory is equivalent to a large kingdom, yet there are only a little over a dozen high-level witches close to legendary status. It is not difficult for them to cooperate and cast spells against an army, so a mere handful of Gisz warriors cannot wear them down.
Soren waited quietly.
So far, the battle was merely an appetizer. The Gisz Mind Sorcerers, Psionic Warriors, and Frenzied Ones had yet to show themselves. The common warriors rushing in front were simply testing the combat strength of the Northern Witches; such low-tier mental warriors were abundant among the Gisz, with adult Gisz warriors having combat capabilities reaching the third tier.
“Enemies are approaching!”
Soren’s ears twitched suddenly, and he turned to Gloria beside him, whispering, “It’s Psionic Stealth Assassins!”
A spell light flickered.
Soren’s hand suddenly produced the Curved Blade “Ice d*ath,” and he pounced forward like a cheetah, his figure moving so swiftly that it seemed ghostly. With a flash of cold light, a series of clashing sounds rang out as he parried and blocked, ultimately kicking a corpse’s chest, sending himself nearly six meters back after a thud, as a fountain of bl**d spurted from the severed neck of the
