The Curving magic missile

But almost at the same time Drogo's voice faded away, another huge noise suddenly made Gleson sober up from the brink of insanity!

"How is this possible? How can a magic missile turn?"

Gleson heard clearly, this was a loud and incredulous shout, full of disbelief. But what does it mean? A magic missile? Wasn't it the spell cast by his own brother? It can turn? What's going on? Could a miracle really happen?

Gleson knew that he couldn't help Drogo, so the only thing he could rely on was a miracle. It was this hope that made Gleson sober up, quickly wiping his eyes with his big hand and regaining clarity.

"Ah!"

It's hard to say if it was surprise or joy, or both, but Gleson exclaimed loudly...

Going back to the instant just now, when Gleson was about to rush into the arena in despair, the icy roar of the red-clothed mysterious person had already been completed.

However, at the moment when the huge but extremely fast ice block was about to hit Drogo, three rays of light from the sky above the red-clothed mysterious person's head came crashing down.

Because of the blood in his eyes, Gleson didn't see it, but the members of the Watson Magic Guild clearly saw it. These three rays of light were not from an outsider's ambush, nor was someone trying to stop the red-clothed mysterious person from saving Drogo. They clearly came from Drogo himself, from the magic missiles he released earlier.

So a cry of surprise rose from the crowd of the Watson Magic Guild, while others were stunned. They had never seen magic missiles that could turn!

They thought it was a magic missile that missed its target, but suddenly it appeared above the head of the mysterious person in red again, and it was faster and more powerful than before. More importantly, this time, the direction of the magic missile was very accurate, and it definitely did not miss the target. It was aimed directly at the head of the mysterious person in red.

The people from the Watson Magic Guild saw it with their own eyes, but the mysterious person in red had already noticed the unusual movement of the magic missile before they did. However, at that time, he had already started casting the Ice Roar spell, and there was no way to deal with the three magic missiles that kept coming back if he wanted the spell to be completed.

If the mysterious person in red voluntarily terminated the Ice Roar spell, he would only lose a small amount of magic power, and he would not suffer any backlash from magic.

However, in doing so, he would lose the opportunity to inflict serious damage or even kill Drogo. So the mysterious person in red made a tough decision, he had estimated Drogo's strength, and he believed that the three magic missiles were not enough to cause him too much harm. And he did not think that Drogo could withstand the Ice Roar spell.

Therefore, knowing that the magic missiles were coming towards him, the mysterious person in red did not move. His decision was to exchange injury for injury, to use his small injury to win the final victory of this fight.

The Ice Roar spell was completed and was aimed at Drogo. At the same time, the magic missiles had also fallen and were aimed at the mysterious person in red.

Except for Gleson, who stopped the spell because he saw that the mysterious person in red was not affected by the magic missiles, and shouted in despair as he rushed into the arena again, all the others were staring tightly, wanting to see what the final result would be.

They did not doubt that the mysterious person in red could withstand the impact of the magic missiles, they just wanted to see Drogo torn to pieces by the Ice Roar spell.

But things in the world are just so strange. Normal outcomes always change because of unexpected or even irrational changes. Facing the ice roar that was about to crash down on him, Drogo felt no fear.

Instead, he squinted his eyes as if immersed in the beauty of the sunlight reflecting on the ice.

Then, Drogo closed his eyes and looked peaceful...

"This guy must be desperate." Almost everyone in the Watson Magic Guild thought this way, thinking that Drogo deliberately showed this indifferent appearance because he believed he had no hope.

Serious injury or death! Almost certain outcome!

So except for Gleson, who ran over, no one looked at Drogo again. A certain outcome, of course, would no longer arouse curiosity, nor would it spark interest.

The people of the Watson Magic Guild all turned their eyes to the red-clothed mysterious person. They wanted to see how their own VIP would deal with the three strange magic missiles.

Like a prince greeted by the people, the three magic missiles had already hit Drogo with the Ice Roar, and arrived in front of the red-clothed mysterious person.

At this moment, the red-clothed mysterious person, in order to obtain the greatest result, still controlled the Ice Roar and couldn't distract himself.

Boom! Boom!

The first and second magic missiles almost arrived at the same time, and after two muffled sounds, they hit the chest of the red-clothed mysterious person together.