Chapter 1425 DPK is the best way to solve team conflicts
The stalemate seems to be more beneficial to the high priest. With the high priest's profound magical power, there is no problem even spending a few days here with humans.
But the human mages can't last that long. The high priest is not afraid of this kind of mana-consuming play now.
Although the high priest was confused, it was impossible for the human mages not to know that they were not good at comparing magic power, so why did they choose to fight like this.
However, facing the siege of human masters like a tidal wave, with spells and arrows dense like rain, the high priest could not spare time to think about this problem.
What's more, he also really wants to kill these strong humans.
Just as the clergy hate him, the high priest also hates the clergy of the Holy See, and the elemental mage has been his enemy for two thousand years.
It was the elemental mages who drove him out of the human continent and killed all the dark mages on the continent.
As long as these people are killed, human power will be reduced by at least 30%. Without the cover and help of these powerful magicians and red archbishops, no one will be able to suppress the lichs under the high priest.
Under the threat of a large number of lichs, mankind can only postpone the plan to land on the Semitic continent. He can calmly relax, reorganize the Semitic armaments, and crush the human counterattack plan.
Since the problem can't be thought of right now, let's not think about it for now. Anyway, as an immortal, he has an almost unlimited time to think about it.
The top priority now is to kill these annoying humans on the other side.
The battle dragged on for too long, which not only made him feel bored.
Moreover, a group of humble, insignificant humans who looked like they would not live long actually beat the strongest man under the starry sky, unable to fight back.
Once word spreads, it will be quite detrimental to his reputation. His absolute authority among the Semitic people may be shaken by this.
"The battle must be resolved as soon as possible." Thinking of this, he immediately let out a low whistle, waved the staff in his hand, and prepared to attack.
The moment he waved his staff, several more magic-breaking arrows flew towards him with a roar that ripped through the air.
But the high priest only glanced at it lightly, and then used his left hand to reach out, and in a very short time, he accurately pointed at the tips of the arrows.
Several arrows specially designed to restrain the mage fell to the ground immediately.
It can be vaguely seen that there is a faint gray-white liquid flowing out from the fingertips of the high priest.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked. Although it was just a drop of blood, it also proved one thing. The high priest was not a real god, but just an undead creature.
He will be injured, he will bleed, and of course he will be killed.
At the same time, the staff in the high priest's right hand had been raised, and then slammed to the ground.
A black air flow swept out, rolling and spreading in all directions, and several pale white ghosts flew out from the tip of the staff.
These translucent wandering spirits screamed and howled, constantly hovering above the head of the high priest, and then rushed towards the demon archers.
After fighting for so long, the high priest also figured out the key point of the opponent.
The human mage priests are responsible for attacking, a few knights are responsible for covering, and the elf elite rangers are responsible for interfering with their own spellcasting.
As long as those pesky elven magic archers are killed, the interference he will receive when he casts spells again will be greatly reduced. He will not be as busy as now, having to keep an eye on the enemies of human mages and elven archers from multiple directions at the same time.
At that time, he could calmly summon his undead troops and kill all these humans.
No matter how powerful these humans are, they will only die if they are overwhelmed by the massive amount of high-level undead creatures.
Those pale white ghosts had just flown more than ten steps away, and then several rays of holy light shot towards them, and the milky white light shone on them.
Like ice and snow burned by blazing flames, those ghosts like gray smoke were immediately melted by the holy light.
But there were still two ghosts twisting like swimming fish, luckily escaping the attack, and rushed within ten meters of the elf demon archers.
Seeing this, several elven demon archers immediately stepped forward and crushed the magic rings on their hands. Immediately, a shield wall composed of holy light appeared in front of them.
When the two ghosts saw the Holy Light Shield Wall, they couldn't help but hesitate.
Then they were hit by the holy light coming from the side, and they immediately let out a scream that stung human eardrums, and disappeared without a trace in the holy light.
The high priest was waving his staff at this time, trying hard to resist the holy light of the human red archbishops. For the high priest, this was more difficult to deal with than the spells.
Seeing that all the ghosts he had summoned with all his blood were wiped out, Feidan was not disappointed, but instead had a smile on his face.
Human beings must have been well prepared to ambush themselves this time.
Therefore, they will definitely carry various magic items with them.
But so what? No matter how many magic items you bring, you will eventually use them up. Those items are either disposable or have limited energy and can only be used three to five times at most.
Even if he consumes them, he can still consume them to death.
At this time, the holy light directed at him gradually dimmed, but the magicians had already finished brewing their magic and were about to take action.
Due to the proper cooperation of a group of strong human beings, the conversion gap was only less than half a second.
But the high priest held on to this for only half a second, turned the staff in his hand, and struck the ground again.
This time, dozens of pale ghosts screamed and rushed out from the end of his staff.
They hovered over the head of the high priest for a while, and there were so many that they formed a cloud of white smoke above his head, making shrill and shrill screams, and then rushed towards the demon archers.
The high priest has made up his mind to deal with these demon archers first. If it doesn't work once, then twice. If it doesn't work twice, then three times. If it doesn't work, then it will be three times. If it continues, all these nasty things will be eliminated.
This time, although humans have also strengthened their defenses, as soon as the wandering souls appeared, several rays of holy light were shot at them in unison. However, the number of ghosts that rushed out this time was five or six times more than before.
Although they tried their best to block them, there were still as many as ten ghosts who escaped the holy light and rushed towards the demon archers from different directions.
Several elven archers among the demon archers had to step forward again. They crushed the ring and propped up the holy light barrier to keep out the ghosts.
But those ghosts did not leave, but circled back and forth in the air, flying rapidly.
The red archbishop next to him was also busy for a while, panting from exhaustion, and finally eliminated them all.
At this time, a burst of warm cheers came.
It turns out that in order to release the ghost in the staff, the high priest had to catch the opponent's magic lightning with his hands.
The magic lightning gathered by a group of magicians headed by Grand Magister Lester is so powerful that even dragons with powerful magic have to stay away. It is impossible to attack them forcefully. These are a group of experienced magicians.
The high priest is not a dragon because he is more powerful.
He forcefully caught the magic lightning and transferred the current that was powerful enough to kill the dragon to his feet.
At the same time, his left sleeve was burned black by the electric current, and turned into pieces flying into the air with the strong wind.
A large burnt black spot also appeared on the back of the high priest's left hand.
Facing the attacks of these strong human beings, even the high priest, who is closest to God, cannot easily accept the attacks.
However, all the powerful humans were in high spirits and cheered for a while.
The high priest is injured~!
Under their constant attacks, he was finally injured.
You know, this is the most powerful man under the starry sky. Before the Holy See appeared, he had already dominated the world. But now, he is injured. This is not a small injury that makes his skin break and bleed.
This incident alone is enough to make everyone famous in history and become a legend among the bards.
The last time the Holy See's ascetics attacked and injured the high priest, the Holy See's momentum among the people was unprecedentedly high. The praise at that time would have been enough to guarantee a majority of seats in the parliament if it had been a party participating in the election.
At this time, Wabador's roar came from behind: "I'm so happy. Cheer up."
The demon archers stepped up their attack,
Others should pay attention to the rhythm, strengthen cooperation, and don't let him free his hands.
An ascetic monk came up from behind and stood in front of the demon archer. He was dedicated to purification."
After listening to his order, the demon archers immediately pulled their bowstrings and shot harder. Some even displayed the unique skill of scattering two or three arrows with one bow.
Amidst the sound of bow strings, the magic-breaking arrows fell like raindrops, scattering towards the high priest.
While receiving the magic and holy light from the front, the high priest had to concentrate on dealing with those nasty arrows. Despite this, he still took a peek.
That look immediately made him so angry that he almost burst his lungs.
Behind those who were attacking from the front, there were twenty or thirty people eager to try, stretching their necks and looking here, as if waiting for replacements.
One of the ascetic monks wearing a crown of thorns and a coarse robe came up from behind and stood in front of the demon archers. At the same time, his old face, as black and wrinkled as moldy dried orange peels, also
Don't forget to show your teeth and smile at the high priest.
This is a provocation, a naked provocation~!
The high priest couldn't help but became furious, and immediately stepped up his attack.
Although the high priest has great abilities, excellent talents, and a stoic character, he is not a quick-witted person. He is a mage, not a strategist.
In his anger, he forgot one thing. If humans can gather so many people, why not use them all at once and attack with all their strength?
At this time, General Wabdor waved the long sword in his hand from behind and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we are here today to destroy this bully.
When the time comes, we will reward you based on your merits.
Anyone who has great merit can choose whatever he has on him~!"
Everyone's spirits were suddenly shocked again.
Lester casually threw a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket, and then smashed a light blue high-speed wind blade. Although the high priest's wind blade was blocked by him, it cut a foot-deep hole in the ground around him.
Big pit.
Then he shouted loudly: "I have long been interested in his staff. Grandma, no one can snatch it from me when the time comes~!"
Another great magician with a red face next to him snorted and said disdainfully: "Why? Just because your face is so pale? I'm going to fix that staff."
As he spoke, he also threw a series of explosive fireballs towards the high priest opposite. They exploded in front of the high priest like a machine gun.
On the other side, Obachm held his holy staff and said tremblingly: "Don't... stop arguing, just give that thing... to me.
Anyway, at such an old age... I can't live... much longer. You... might as well respect the old man and let me... be happy for a few days before I die... "
"Shut up~!" Lester and the great magician shouted angrily at the same time.
"You old guy, you said you deserved to die thirty years ago. I've waited for so many years, even my hair has turned gray, and yet you old guy is still living shamelessly. I will never fall for your trick again."
White, the great magician next to him, was cursing and casually summoned lightning again and threw it out.
"You bald old bastard~!" Lester also cursed angrily, and then hurriedly shot a bolt of lightning.
The two bolts of lightning immediately gathered together, and then continued to gather other people's lightning during flight, and finally turned into a crimson lightning sword, which pierced the high priest fiercely.
The high priest once again took the risk and took it hard with his left hand, letting the electric light scorch his left hand black, and a burst of smoke came out.
At the same time, he waved his right staff and summoned several undead witches from the end of the staff.
It was a terrifying and strange undead creature, its whole body was pitch black, but it had a pair of blood-colored pupils.
There are long and broad fleshy wings like bats on its back, its limbs are sharp claws, but its face is shaped like a woman.
Moreover, his face is covered with sarcomas, his nose is thick, and his eye sockets are sunken, just like a witch in a fairy tale.
As soon as they appeared, they immediately let out bursts of hoarse and unpleasant howls, then flapped their wings, soared into the air, and pounced towards the position of the demon archers.
The demon archers immediately aimed at them and covered them with a hail of arrows.
At the same time, the witches also opened their mouths wide and spit out countless amounts of acid at the demon archers.
Arrows and acid flew past each other in the air and rushed towards their respective targets.
Seeing that something was wrong, the ascetic monks in front of the formation hurriedly put up a huge holy light barrier to keep out the acid.
Even so, the drunken liquid fell on the barrier, emitting bursts of blue smoke, and at the same time, it made a series of scalp-numbing 'chichi' sounds.
On the other side, the undead witches were also flapping their wings and flying rapidly to avoid the arrows that were shot head-on.
At this moment, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky without warning.
The purple electric light accurately hit the leading demon girl, and then the shining arc of electricity scurried between the demon girls like a spiritual snake.
The undead witches screamed, and then fell from the sky, hitting the ground as hard as stones. They became motionless, leaving only wisps of white smoke coming out of their bodies.
When the high priest saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
It's not that he can't recruit more powerful undead, nor that he can't use stronger magic, but for one thing, human holy light magic is the nemesis of undead magic.
Secondly, the human's attack coordination is extremely appropriate, just like clouds and flowing water, and there is almost no gap.
When he is casting a spell, if he delays for a little longer, he will either be interrupted by the opponent's magic archer, or the opponent's magicians will use powerful magic, or a holy attack will come, forcing him to interrupt the spell by himself and use all his strength.
cope.
But he was just angry.
Compared with his own leisure, the human magicians on the opposite side were already a little tired. Many of them took out various potions and potions to replenish them between attacks.
The magicians responsible for the main attack began to use magic crystals, which showed one thing that the opponent's magic power could no longer hold up.
On the other side, although the demon archers were still on full alert, many of them began to move their arms, and when they pulled the bowstring, it was not as smooth as before.
Seeing this, the high priest felt much better.
Although his attacks repeatedly failed, and although he also began to be injured and bleed, his movements were somewhat inflexible because he had been using his left arm to catch the opponent's powerful attacks before. Now his entire left arm has become charred black, and some parts have even been exposed by the explosion.
The dense bones.
But...but he still has enough magic power. If he continues to use up his magic power, he will definitely win the final victory.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
What he didn't know was that his smile had been recorded by a magic crystal ball.
The crystal ball was tightly grasped by a pair of yellow and black claws.
If you look up along the sharp claws, you will find that it is a huge sea eagle.
Although the weather is now bad and the wind is strong, the sea eagle still braves the strong wind, spreads its wings, and soars high in the sky.
Looking from its direction, the people on the ground are as big as ants. But with its sharp eyes, it can still accurately identify everyone below. Then it flaps its powerful wings,
It can stay firmly above everyone.
Because the distance is too far, even the high priest cannot detect the magic fluctuations emitted by the crystal ball. Moreover, it is a war at this time, all kinds of magic elements are flying all over the sky, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. Even if he can detect it,
, but will also ignore that wisp of magic fluctuation.
And far away from that sea eagle, there was also a sea eagle hovering in the sky. And even further away, there was another one.
This sea eagle flying in the sky is like a pearl, strung together by the invisible magic into an extremely precious necklace.
Although there was a lot of magic interference in the middle, through the crystal balls, the smile of the high priest was finally transmitted into a pair of bright, clear eyes. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)