Under the relentless offensive of the violent trolls, the hastily organized resistance by the gang members could only barely protect themselves.
"Damn it! Where's the boss?" Antoine wielded his storm sword and chopped off a troll's head, then shouted to the two knights behind him, "Bernie! Albert! Go to the city lord's mansion to see
Look what the boss and those two necromancers are doing!"
Antoine possesses the blood of the Storm Lion. As a senior level six bloodline knight, he has already touched the threshold of high-level. Among the gangs, except for Algernon, he is the most powerful. Those two undead
No mage dared to mess with him, and the two fifth-level knights behind him, Bernie and Albert,
, is his companion who shares life and death with him. Countless battles together have made the three of them perfect. Bernie and Albert joined the human gang in Rica City at the invitation of Antoine, so Algernon simply
Let these three people form a high-end combat team that specializes in attacking and killing strong men.
As soon as he finished speaking, a violent hiss sounded from the city lord's mansion, immediately affecting the entire human city, "Algernon! My blood! That's my blood!"
The bone-melting power contained in this voice made all the bones in Antoine's body tremble.
The leechbone viper's bloodline... is only a hair's breadth away from high-level ones! And this bloodline is much higher than his Storm Lion, and even higher than the leader's Molten Scorpion.
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"Kuya...! He is actually about to break through the rank barrier at this time. What stimulation did the old guy receive?!" Antoine was so shocked by the voice that his hair stood up, "Wait a minute,
Let's deal with the rest of the troll leaders first, don't let them destroy everywhere!" He ordered Bernie and Albert.
"The city lord's mansion seems to have been attacked?" Bernie looked over there with lingering fear. The old troll's bloodline ability was very strange. If he was promoted to a high level, the boss might not be able to deal with it...
"You don't believe in the power of the leader?" Antoine asked. After saying that, he ran to another war zone further away from the city lord's palace without looking back. What a joke, that old troll was about to break through the high ground.
level, and Bone Touch is an instinctive spell that is hard to guard against. Let’s not talk about whether it can cause harm to Algernon. Anyway, I don’t have much confidence in resisting it.
After Heras turned into a big-headed mouse and slipped out of the trolls' territory, he recovered his body, and then took advantage of the night to fly towards the elves' artificial forest. As soon as he arrived at the forest clearing, he saw a graceful figure standing by the lake.
Just when he was about to descend, a sudden hissing roar finally reached here. Heras shook his bones when he heard the sound, and whispered to himself: "This stimulation is really quite big..."
"Emma's scholar, Dry Fang is about to be promoted... The old troll has the highest bloodline in this city..." The figure was Glarenya, and she walked quickly towards Hera.
Si said, because Clarence was unwilling to let those dirty plans taint his sister's mind, he asked her to follow Heras in the arrangement.
"My bloodline is the highest..." Heras cursed in his heart, then nodded and said: "This is the best, let them both lose, let's seize the time."
Only high-level priests and above can fly for a short period of time with the help of divine power. Glalenya can't do it for the time being. Heras didn't show any pretense, picked her up by the waist and flew to a flat gravel beach outside the city.
Autumn is coming to an end now, and winter has set in. Although it won't snow here in Lika City, the sun's rays are not enough, so he needs to use Glarenya's magic to gather the light.
After arriving at the destination, Heras gently put down Glarenya. The Luna priestess tightened her sacrificial robe unnaturally. She had not been hugged by any male...not even the elves...
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But she is also not a pretentious person. Now that time is tight, her magic can only be deployed at night.
"Those dots of glow in the elves' artificial forest are actually the gathered moonlight, all arranged by me." Glalenya said while exploring the terrain.
"Are you sure this magic also works on sunlight?" Heras asked solemnly.
"I'm very sure. I've tried it, Scholar Amarr. Although this magic can only be deployed at night, it does have a certain effect on attracting sunlight." Glalenya looked at the gravel beach and said helplessly, "
But there are no trees here, so this kind of magic cannot be maintained. If it is arranged now, it can only be maintained until noon tomorrow."
"It's enough to last for such a long time." Heras nodded after hearing this.
"What do you want to do? Scholar Emma, the sunlight attracted by this can at best make people feel warmer in winter. It has no lethality. In fact, it will only make people feel very comfortable." Glenlenya was puzzled.
She asked, but she still followed her instructions and prayed on the gravel beach while releasing her magical power.
"That's because it's not strong enough. If you arrange one place every 100 meters like this, how wide a range can you spread?" Heras asked.
"I'm not sure... I've never tried to spend so much power on this kind of magic for spotlighting..." After praying, Glalenya answered while releasing the magic.
, "As soon as the Miracle Moon of the Supreme King of Eternal Night disappears from the sky, this kind of magic cannot be deployed. Excluding the time required for prayer and recovery of divine power, the range I can deploy before dawn should not exceed that artificial area.
The area of the forest.”
"Then arrange a place one thousand meters away instead. You can temporarily imprint those magical skills on some things and let me place them." Heras said decisively. It would be fine if it was summer. There is no need to go to such trouble.
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"If the distance is one thousand meters, the effect will be almost negligible..." Glalenya frowned, but she did not object. The Amarr scholar had already proven his knowledge and strength.
Taking out a handful of leaves as blue as the moonlight from her space bracelet, Glenelenya began to accumulate divine power in the leaves. Her space bracelet is a general general space equipment. It does not require mental power to use, but the corresponding
There is no owner identification mechanism, so anyone who brings it can use it immediately.
In this tense division of labor and cooperation, the dim light of dawn gradually appeared in the sky.
"I can't release it anymore..." Glalenya looked down at her hands and said in frustration.
"These should be pretty good." Heras picked up the last part of the leaves and got up again to fly to the place where they were arranged.
The early morning light shines on the war-torn city. Although there are thick smoke and fire everywhere, the final result of the battle is already clear. These human gang desperadoes have gained an overwhelming advantage.
Withered teeth fell to the ground unwillingly, and the dust raised was bathed in the morning sun, revealing streaks of radiating morning light.
Algernon breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that this old troll would actually advance to the seventh level in his rage and despair... If Edwin and Rotander hadn't assisted him, it wouldn't have been easy for him to kill him.
"My phylactery is not in the magic circle...Boss...Edwin...help me quickly!" Rotande said anxiously with only half of his skull left. His putrid head came out of the skull.
It was exposed, and it was like a bunch of shiny black fat maggots squirming in the back of my head.
"You brought it on yourself! Who asked you to take it down? Edwin! Go and help him!" Algernon took a few breaths and then shouted.
After hearing this, Edwin picked up Rotander's remains and quickly walked into the magic tower holding his phylactery.
Algernon walked with heavy steps towards the fallen Tooth. The troll had consumed all his bloodline vitality and now it was difficult to even stand up.
Only then did Withered Fang regain some sense, and the rage in his snake eyes dissipated. He watched helplessly as Algernon searched for a manuscript on him, and there was a hint of regret in the old troll's eyes.
But he soon decided to put aside his dignity and gasped: "I can be your slave, Algernon..."
"If you haven't been promoted to a high level, I will consider it." Algernon shook his head, and then crushed the troll's head with his foot.
Just as the trolls were making their last desperate resistance, the Wrath of Sinvasa, who had always been on good terms with the gang, suddenly announced a surprising decision. Clarence unilaterally announced an alliance with Algernon, and then the elves immediately dispatched.
Help the gang members to encircle and suppress the trolls. The participation of those beautiful elves in the battle has boosted the morale of the gangs to an all-time high. They defeated the remaining strength of the trolls in one go, and the battles everywhere are coming to an end.
Antoine forcefully pulled out the storm sword from the chest of a troll leader, and the blood power attached to his sword made the troll's chest a mess.
On the other side, Bernie was in a critical situation. When the other troll leader saw the death of his companion, the blood in his eyes became even more intense. He resisted Albert's spear that pierced his abdomen, and forcefully held the bloody battle in his hands.
The ax was thrown hard, blood flowed on the surface of the tomahawk, and it quickly spun towards Bernie from both sides as if it was tracking a target.
They had tried their best to choose war zones far away from the city lord's mansion, but unexpectedly they encountered two level six troll berserker leaders on the edge of the human city. If Antoine's power was not second only to Algernon among the gangs, those two
A fifth-level knight was dead, and Antoine was exhausted from fighting one against two for a long time. Seeing Bernie in danger, he immediately rushed to the nearest battle ax and shouted calmly:
"Bernie! If you can stop it, just try your best to stop the other one!"
At this moment, two snow-white sword lights suddenly appeared from behind Bernie and hit the battle axe, accurately knocking the two axes away. Antoine took this opportunity to turn and run towards the troll, and the storm continued.
The sword swung with all its strength and quickly cut off the neck of the troll leader.
A slender figure walked out of the dust raised behind Bernie. After seeing that the scene was clear, she took elegant and rhythmic steps to leave.
"Thank you for your help, beautiful lady..." Bernie took a deep breath and raised his head with lingering fear.
Then he noticed that the attractive figure with a smooth ponytail had two long pointed ears.
"The Wrath of Sinvasa? Noble female knight, thank you very much for lending a helping hand. Who are you?" Before Bernie could continue to speak, Antoine kicked the head of the troll leader he had chopped off.
Open it, then bow and salute to the female elf’s back.