The Undead member running the livestream had lost heart for once... He had clearly fixed his recording device somewhere and had no intention of following the Worm Mage around with a paparazzo's fearless dedication.
So the giant screen stayed trained on Snow Old Dog, who had... against all expectations... proved remarkably nimble as he pulled out his carriage again and ducked inside.
No one could blame him. Dodging attacks aimed specifically at him was a commander's duty. Once the Worm Mage realized how important Xue Yunfeng was, he had kept firing maggots at him.
Shield Wall stopped most of them, but the defensive Knights' skills had cooldowns. Whenever they switched skills, a few inevitably slipped through.
Fortunately, the Worm Mage had only a scrap of brainpower left, so every maggot headed straight for Snow Old Dog. If he hadn't gotten into the carriage, he really would have had maggots raining onto his head.
Snow Old Dog cursed through gritted teeth. "Ladies of the Light Law! Fine, you can't bear to look ahead while casting, but could you save your poor commander? I'm the damn bait now! Can you spare me a few lifesaving beams of light?
"If you don't hit me, I still have to watch the battlefield!"
After he shouted, pillars of light finally appeared around his carriage. Clearly, the women were just flinging spells vaguely toward it... But with enough people casting, someone was bound to get lucky.
Xue Yunfeng had probably never shone so brightly in his life. When he emerged through the carriage roof clutching the Oil Painting, his ice-blue hair glittered, and even his white robe looked dusted with diamonds.
Falan couldn't help glancing at Hill. "Will that Oil Painting work?"
Hill studied it for a moment before answering calmly. "The Oil Painting advanced later