The fishmen rushed towards the priestess in the back row in a dense crowd, as fast as a ball of grass in the strong wind. Aslante, who was preparing the fear spell, obviously did not have the spell to attack in a large area, so she turned and ran towards her companions
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But the fishman ran much faster than her, and even before Brunave could react, he pounced on Miss Priest and began to bite the thick black mist.
Aslante raised her hand and swept the invisible vortex of fear across the entire field. All the fishmen fled in a swarm in an instant, running all over the arena wrapped in flames. She killed a few, but there were more
After overcoming the control of fear, they were surrounded from all sides.
At the same time, Hogg was overwhelming Griffith. His two battle axes were swinging like flying, and each attack had the effect of knocking him away or even stunning him. Both sides have strengthened their strength and physique, but
Hogg's attacks carry surprising power, and each blow spreads out like ripples.
Griffith was first knocked away, and then hit by an ax on his shield and helmet, falling into a brief daze. As soon as he broke free from the dizziness and was about to distance himself and throw two shots, Hogg let out a shrill wolf howl.
, Griffith's legs immediately felt like they were filled with lead.
The melee-type supernatural suppressed me, and the large group of creatures used intensive attacks to interrupt the spellcasting of the priests who were not good at group attacks. The Baroque patriarch was well prepared, so, could his own ability be...
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"Athlante, don't move where you are!" Griffith was suppressed by the Jackal and could not even perform basic tactical movements. While deploying the freezing air, he threw a bottle of slowing potion to immobilize the Jackal, then turned into a bat and rushed towards
Next to Miss Priest, "I'll deal with the fish-men."
Miss Troll is being chased by murlocs all over the place. As soon as she stops, a large group of murlocs will immediately rush to bite her. Even though the black mist's defense cannot be penetrated in a short time, under the intensive attack, she
Don't even think about doing anything else.
Hearing Griffith's call, she didn't know where to stop for a moment. A group of bats swept down and turned into a human form. He swung his sword and killed a murloc in two pieces, but more little monsters passed him directly and refused to leave.
He pursues the Troll Priest without giving up.
There were dozens of murlocs, and it was unimaginable how they crowded into a pile and disguised themselves as humans. After being attacked by Griffith, some of them ran all over the ground, while others continued to chase the troll.
The scene was chaotic, and the huge jackal had broken free. The jumping murlocs surrounded him three levels inside and three outside, and even blocked Hogg's attack.
"Don't go!" Griffith fought off a group of jumping murlocs, reached out and grabbed Aslante, who was running around, and lifted her up.
"Ah, what are you doing!" Aslante only had time to exclaim before she was thrown out, passing over the head of the murloc that was jumping to bite her.
"rua rue~ rua rue~"
The fishman saw his prey flying by, and immediately turned around to pursue it. Griffith threw the troll away and dug into the pocket on his waist. In the blink of an eye, there was already a bottle of potion in his hand. The pink light shimmered in the crystal.
The rippling, beautiful brilliance carries a somewhat dangerous atmosphere.
This is a bottle of secondary love potion. It is less likely to make the other person fall hopelessly in love with you in a short period of time, but it is more likely to completely anger the other person.
He grabbed the medicine bottle and smashed it onto the ground. Pink mist immediately spread with the splashing medicine.
All the fishmen stopped and stared at Griffith with their terrifying dead fish eyes. Confusion and disgust flashed across their terrifying and ferocious faces, and then they were enveloped in anger and rushed towards him like a tide.
"rua~!"
Very good, the secondary love potion is a great success! Griffith spins the light in his hand, and then unfolds his perseverance into a shield, facing the dense attacks without dodging.
The fishman's fangs bit into the layers of shields, unable to penetrate Griffith's defense.
Griffith's eyes were like blades, and he raised the light and struck it down at the fish-man at the front.
"Crack!" The fish-man was cut in half on the spot, blood and an electric snake spurted out, and turned into a blood-colored whip and slapped the face of the same creature behind him directly.
Before they could scream, Griffith tore the two halves of the body apart and threw them to the side, straight towards the other fishmen.
"Crack!" A bolt of lightning exploded on the light-filled sword edge, illuminating the fish-man's ferocious red eyes and terrifying laughter.
Griffith turned into a thunderbolt and slashed left and right among the fish-men with his sword, completely ignoring the rain-like attacks. A fish-man opened its jagged mouth and bit him, but Griffith kicked him
Turn it over, and then split the head open with a sword.
"The Wrath of Thunder" was inspired by this sword. The power of thunder surrounded the sword, creating a chain of lightning that jumped among the murlocs. Griffiths swung at high speed on the spot, and the dense murlocs prevented his attack from missing.
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The last bolt of thunder and lightning was still bouncing on the crowd of enemies, and the next one had already burst out from the sword.
Hanguang gathered sharp sword energy, and the invisible wind pressure cut through the scales and flesh during the swing, and splashed their black blood and minced flesh into the sky.
His slashing attack also carried a storm-like cyclone. Enemies that were not split by the sword were swept past, falling in all directions like weeds under the strong wind. Confusion, surprise and panic flashed in the eyes of each frantic creature. If
If they were not driven by the crazy blood, they would already be running away with their heads covered.
Griffith froze the splashed black blood into a hard ice spear and turned it into a ray of cold light, crackling through the bodies of three or four murlocs, clearing the path of flesh and blood with one blow.
He brandished his long sword and kept spinning and moving. The sparkling sword light spread death in all directions, passing through the rain of blood in the sky. The thunderbolts opened up bloody petals with him as the center, and flying flesh and blood spread all over the sky.
"Hiss!"
Pieces of murlocs rushed towards Griffith, howling in an incomprehensible language, completely ignoring the orcs and trolls not far away. Griffith was a magnet, and they were all large and small.
Iron nails.
The densely packed murlocs bit Griffith's thighs, shoulders, arms and back, but were unable to break through the shield and armor. As long as there was a brief moment of contact, the murlocs' limbs and heads would fly apart in pieces, and limbs would be severed.
Mixed with dirty blood, it splashed everywhere, and the scales turned into pieces.
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The audience outside the venue was cheering wildly, and they didn't know what they saw, but they were sure it was a bloody and violent hand-to-hand combat scene that fit the orc aesthetic.
Brunave was about to go up to help, but a ball of dark green liquid suddenly flew over, attached to the leather armor and began to corrode crazily, emitting pungent white smoke. The Blood Warrior hurriedly took off the armor and threw it aside.
Baroque's body was shrouded in a rotating green ball, and the breath of magic was spinning in his hands. He waved a small piece of wooden stick tremblingly, chanting complex spells, and turned out to be a rare orc mage.
His second dark green liquid attack is ready:
"I didn't expect it,
"The idiots outside will only see the fighting I want them to see, and no one really knows what is going on here? Hahahaha!
"**Sha, I know you are not a spell breaker. With your companions restrained, you have to challenge a senior spell caster alone. Don't say I cheated. As an elder, I..."
Baroque's smile suddenly stiffened.
He stared at the young orc in front of him with wide eyes.
Brunave quietly threw away the axe, took off his heavy armor and threw it on the ground, revealing his majestic bronze chest muscles. A ferocious and twisted skull suddenly appeared in his hand.
Insect-like black energy surged in the eye sockets of the skull, lingering and spreading towards Brunaeff's wrists, extremely evil and dark. Two complicated and strange black magic circles immediately emerged behind him, spinning crazily.
Some kind of monster is reaching out with astonishing momentum, trying to cross the barrier of the plane.
It was a rock giant wrapped in the flames of hell. Its burly body tore through the gaps in the planes, standing on the earth with unstoppable momentum and terror.
"What sealed artifact are you carrying?" Barok shouted, "Are you not an Extraordinary on the warrior path? You young man, do you want to use this monster to hit me? Why are you so shameless!?"
After reciting an unidentifiable spell, Brunave raised his hand and pointed, and the lava giant ran towards Hogg, knocking the gnoll away from the troll priest. While Brunave continued to outline the magic circle, he slowly
Said, "No, this is for my sister to help prepare. This is what I have prepared for you..."
A red monster then jumped out of the magic circle. It had a head similar to that of a wolf or a lizard, an agile body and sharp claws, and its whole body was covered with solid scales and flames. It had four pairs of ferocious compound eyes and six scorpion tails raised high.
The tentacles rising up showed that it did not belong to this world, and the terrifying aura seemed to torture the souls of the witnesses.
Patriarch Baroque stared at this monster in amazement, inexplicably knowing some occult knowledge.
This is a hound from the abyss.
The creature he had never witnessed traumatized his sanity. At the same time, the Abyss Hound had rushed towards the Baroque Patriarch. A shot of concentrated acid-like liquid hit its body, destroying one of its tentacles, but it could not penetrate into the mucus to dissolve its body.
body.
The abyss hound rushed in front of it in a blink of an eye, and several tentacles rolled up like snakes. As soon as he was touched by these tentacles, the Baroque patriarch screamed. His already old muscles became more shriveled, and his magic power seemed to open.
It drains as fast as a gate.
"My magic, my magic!
"What the hell is this? What the hell are you?"
Brunave stroked the skull in his hand and said slowly: "This is the guard dog of the abyss, a hound that feeds on spell casters.
“I am a Sequence 6 ‘Demon Warlock’ of the Abyss Path, and my usual hobby is to play with axes.
"Don't mind, just like I said at the beginning, come to participate in Ulu Hai, who hasn't prepared to cheat."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Abyss Hound had already thrown Barok to the ground, wrapped its tentacles around his hands and feet, and even turned it from his mouth. The old patriarch screamed at first, and then gradually subsided, leaving only miserable whines.