Chapter 1628 Elf Princess: Don’t worry, my husband doesn’t dare to hurt Gretel!

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Thunder Lord's Lightning Maze. Thunderlord's lightning whack-a-mole. The Lord of Thunder's five consecutive lightning whips... Gretel cried and fell into endless make-up lessons.

When he was still a fifth- and sixth-level mage, the Lord of Thunder only asked him to develop his mental power, be able to feel the difference in voltage, and be able to identify the direction in the lightning maze and walk to the exit of the maze using only his mental power; When he was still a little mage at level 7 or 8, the Lord of Thunder asked him to use the lightning whack-a-mole treasure box from the first level to the last level bit by bit to train his spirit. The sensitivity and delicacy of power; and when he has become a level 17 high-level mage, and theoretically should start making final adjustments and sprints for the advancement of legend, the Lord of Thunder's requirements for him are...

"No!" Gretel screamed, rolled around, and scurried away: "Help! Let me go! - It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" However, the Lord of Thunder did not let go of him.

To be precise, the small world opened by the Lord of Thunder was not revealed to him. Looking around, there is mist everywhere, deep and quiet.

The vast whiteness fluctuated with his steps...

"Bang!" An electric whip whipped down. The power is not very strong, and it will not cause him to immediately fall to the ground, groan, scream, roll, or even become unconscious; nor will it burn against the bones, causing muscle necrosis, necrosis of soft tissue around the bones, and exposure of bone and joint injuries; of course, more It will not cause brain damage, cerebral edema, respiratory or cardiac arrest, or more serious consequences.

It just hurts. It's like being burned by a candlelight and shouting and throwing away your hand; it's also like touching the switch when you were a child, making an ouch, immediately retracting your hand, and then holding your fingertips in your hand.

It hurts, not a fatal pain, but it is a pain that will make people remember it and never dare to touch a candle or a switch again.

Gretel hissed, threw himself a healing spell with a frown, moved his shoulders, and threw a [Mechanized Mind] on it - this thing can't relieve pain, but it can make him ignore the pain and make him feel better. .

Magicians are not warriors. Most of them cannot fight hard despite their injuries, or even concentrate under the pain.

And with the magic of [Mechanized Mind], even the most delicate magician can make one, two, or three cuts on the body, with blood flowing, or even fractures, and calmly throw out one after another. Spells.

Gretel wanted to cheat like this. However, a dissatisfied hum came from the void. Shadowless magic waves passed by, and Gretel's [Mechanized Mind] disappeared in an instant.

Uh... No... That's not okay either... Gretel touched his shoulder with a grimace, and then his eyes suddenly froze.

Front right, what's coming from the front right? In the thick fog, in the thick fog, something is coming?

A ray? A thin trace? Is it - fluorescent? Is it electronic flow? He jumped quickly to the left.

With a crackle, a bolt of lightning shot out from the front right and flew past his shoulder. Gretel let out a small breath, okay, okay... Oops!

Another one came under the left leg! Teacher, why are you so tricky with your electric current?

"Expand your mental power!" The teacher's voice sounded at the right time, cold, decisive, and unquestionable: "Expand! Feel the surroundings! Feel the fluctuations of the elements!" This, this, this is so difficult... He has also unfolded it before, For example, when fighting, such as in the rain forest, calling nature, reflecting the surroundings, pointing out the direction and the location of enemies and friendly forces.

However, you must follow the teacher's request and use your mental energy to feel such delicate things... such as a little fluctuation in the white mist, a thin trace...

"Expand!" Gretel bit the bullet and tried to expand his mental power. With your own head as the center point, expand outward in a spherical shape and expand.

Cover the head, cover the whole body, and push it out one foot, another foot, and another foot...

"Yeah!" Another wave came over! A thin trace was plowed through the mist, just like the traces left by a-rays and beta-rays in the cloud chamber that he had observed before!

Gretel jumped back in an emergency, but it was already too late. Following the trace was a fierce bolt of lightning, which opened three times and then four times.

Gretel reflexively raised his hand to cover himself, and the fork on the edge slapped his forearm...

"Ouch!" Gretel screamed, jumped back, and threw a healing spell on himself. In his hurry, he forgot to maintain his mental strength around him, so another bolt of lightning fell and slapped him hard on the butt!

"Ouch! Teacher, you've gone too far!" Grete screamed, covering his butt. The Lord of Thunder's cold voice followed him again: "Continue! You can do it! This level is far from your limit!"

"Ouch! Ouch—" Gretel screamed as he ran in the mist. Outside the mist, or to be precise, outside the office, Cerira walked around worriedly: "Why don't you come out..."

"Why hasn't Grete come out yet..."

"How long will this special training take..."

"I saw that Grete had a bitter look on his face when he went in. He won't be hurt, right?"

"Will he be in pain? Will it be particularly painful? Will he be injured?" Princess Norrell frowned and sat opposite her, unable to answer a word.

Her husband was never gentle when he taught his students, and she had heard him tell it as a joke. However, Princess Norrell couldn't bear it when Cerela kept asking questions like a headless fly.

He couldn't bear to tell the truth to her, and couldn't bear to comfort her and said: "Don't worry, Christine is just teaching the apprentice, not fighting the enemy. Even if Little Gretel's performance is not as he expected, he will be over with a beating at most -" Sai Will Rayla cry?

Will this silver dragon girl who has never been wronged, never been beaten, and never seen little Grete beaten with her own eyes, cry?

"Don't worry," she could only take Cerela's hand cordially and gently, pull her to her side, and sit down next to her: "Master Nordmark is Christine's disciple, and he is The youngest disciple, Christine will not do anything to him. And these trainings are also for his own good—"

"But Grete!"

"Gretel knows how to heal himself," Princess Norrell's voice became softer: "Besides, Christine will definitely control the intensity and will never let him get hurt!"

"That means he won't get hurt after he's cured! - With the healing technique, I can even more easily injure him!"

"Don't worry." Princess Norrell finally took out her trump card: "I'll tell you secretly, I have something to learn from Gretel. So, I told Kristen in advance that he would never dare to hurt her. Grete’s~~~”