Asa led Ayime into the crowd of orcs, and soon came to an empty space in the center. The place was tightly surrounded by the surrounding orcs, and there were two bipedal flying dragons hovering in the sky.
The scene here is completely invisible from the outside.
Gru was lying on the ground, carefully guarded by several orc leaders. His chest was tied with a strip of cloth. The huge sword wound that penetrated his body was still oozing blood, and his body and the surrounding ground were dyed red.
.But his eyes are still slightly open. Although they are weak, they are still open and not dead.
"Lord Asa is back." A scarred werewolf leader was squatting on the ground anxiously. He stood up immediately when he saw Asa. He had no tail, but his huge claws were carved with several magic jade.
The ring he wears is none other than Lucen. The machete made from the nails of the Behemoth is stuck upside down beside him, and he is holding a huge golden bow in his hand.
"It's okay if you can hold on." Asa looked at Gru and breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't see it with their own eyes, both Lancelot and the Pope believed that Gru was indeed dead. This was not blind confidence.
Needless to say, there are no healers among the orcs. The wound caused by Lancelot's sword energy with all his strength cannot be healed even by the Pope himself using white magic. Moreover, the sword passed through the chest, which was undoubtedly fatal.
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If Asa hadn't appeared just in time with the orcs, Gru would indeed have died. Only he used natural magic to restore his lost vitality, and at the same time used necromancy magic to control the incomparable sword in Lancelot's land.
He was so angry that his body parts were completely dead, preventing the sword energy from spreading and killing the life in his body. Only then was he barely able to pull him back from the edge of death.
"I didn't expect it would be my turn to owe you." Gru stood up and said. Even though his body has been weakened to this point, his eyes and momentum are not weak at all. Since the elite is stronger than anyone else, it seems that as long as
As long as he is still alive, he has nothing to do with the concept of weakness.
"It's a little early to say this now." Asa smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to explain Cedros's death. Gru would know the truth as soon as possible. And once he knew it, he would have to find Agnel, and Asa
But he would never let these two people fight.
"How are you doing there? Did you succeed?"
"It should be considered..." Asa was just halfway through his words when he suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of the Guangming Hall.
In front of the main hall, several high priests were chanting mantras together slowly. As the mantras were completed, two rounds of fire bombs and two thunder bombs flew towards the orc position.
The orcs have been concentrated very densely, and as long as these four top-level magics explode, more than half of them will be killed or injured. But at the same time that the high priest began to recite the incantation, the corpses on the ground around him began to squirm, and then...
When the magic of several high priests was used, the corpses also jumped out and overlapped tightly to form a strange shield. All four magics hit the corpse shield with a loud bang.
The charred corpse fragments were flying everywhere, and the smell of burnt corpses and corpses was mixed everywhere.
Flying randomly among the fragments of information, a gray shadow shot rapidly toward the priests in front of the Guangming Hall with a shrill sound of breaking through the air.
This gray shadow came quickly and fiercely, but the high priests were not injured just now. Lancelot was right in front of them. No matter how hard he attacked, it was impossible to break through the long sword in the hand of the paladin. Lancelot's horizontal sword
As soon as he picked it up, the gray shadow flew up to a huge stone pillar in the Cr Guangming Hall. It was a gray sword. The rough production could not hide its sharpness and ferociousness, and it was covered with blood stains.
Lancelot's face was ugly when he took the knife away. He saw that the knife was not thrown, but was shot to the ground by a werewolf with a huge golden bow. The momentum of this knife was not too strong.
Meng, this werewolf is not very good at using a bow, and this bow does not belong to him in the first place. Even though it was just a glance, Lancelot also recognized it. He has known this bow for decades, just like this one.
Master of Bow Land.
After the war situation stabilized, he had not seen Welsky. Lancelot had already vaguely known that he was in danger. He was not the only one who lost his companions in this tragic battle. Until he saw this golden giant bow, he had been
The suppressed grief and anger in his heart was like a flash flood. He looked up to the sky and let out a mournful scream, and the sound rippled out and reached the entire Glory Castle.
"Attack the whole army, not a single orc will be left behind." Before he finished speaking, Lancelot turned into a white light belt and flew towards the crowd of orcs. The swordsmen and priests who had already surrounded him shouted in unison.
Screaming, the light of white magic, all kinds of magic, and sword light rushed toward the orcs in the center like a tide.
Facing the paladin who was covered in white light, the orcs were all giving in. No one dared to block it, and no one could block it. Lancelot was like a huge sword, straight into the orc camp.
This was not impulsive. He took the lead and showed such overwhelming momentum that not only the orcs were frightened, but the surrounding swordsmen were also full of morale. From the figure and momentum of the paladin, they all felt victory, and with Lancelot's
Flying into the formation, all the swordsmen rushed toward the center.
But this high morale and momentum only lasted a moment. With a loud bang, everyone saw Lancelot flying backwards with a speed and sound ten times stronger than before, like a meteor flying horizontally.
On the huge stone pillars of the Hall of Light, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the stone pillars that required several people to hug them fell. Lancelot struggled to stand up from the rubble. The long sword in his hand had been shattered, and his body was covered with injuries. But
In the blink of an eye, the God of War, who was majestic and majestic just now, was already covered in scars and in a miserable state.
In the center of the crowd of orcs, Lancelot Gru, who had just punched him, stood proudly, with the white fighting spirit around him shining brightly. The shouts and howls on the battlefield increased instead of decreasing. But this was no longer from Celeste.
From the mouths of the warriors, it came from hundreds of orcs. Their god of war stood up again.
Everyone who saw him was stunned. Even the swordsmen who had already swarmed towards him couldn't help but stop their movements.
"The last leaf of the World Tree...that bastard..." Adela's lips turned white and her voice trembled. Several high priests and cardinals around him had already rushed to Lancelot's side to treat him.
The madman used his magic skills and all of them fell on top of the Holy Knight.
"I owe you one more time, kid." Gru looked at Asa and said..
"Needless to say, I just don't want to die. It's just...it's just you..." Asa replied, but he looked at Gru with a bit of uncertainty.
This is indeed no choice. No matter how important this Leaf of the World Tree is, using it for Gru is the only feasible way now. Only if he recovers can he hope to escape from this glorious castle alive.
Even injuries that couldn't be cured by healing magic were healed immediately in front of this ancient elf's magic prop. But what surprised Asa was that the effect of this World Tree Leaf on Gru seemed to be the same as before.
The two times are not the same.
What was once used on Xiao Yi only completely cured his injuries. After he used it, it combined with the divine power of the Sun Well and the Meditation of Truth to greatly increase his magic power and vitality. Now he uses this last piece.
Gru in the Leaf of the World Tree is completely different. Not only does his injury heal, but he also seems to look a little different from before.
If his murderous aura before made people feel shocked and frightened, as an infection and harmonious relationship between similar people, now everyone feels from him a kind of coercion and momentum from above, which is different from the previous pure
The pressure was completely different. Asa had only experienced that kind of aura from the depths of his soul from Moriel. It seemed to be an aura that could only be exuded by a life that was far more advanced and powerful than human beings.
It seems that the leaves of the World Tree have brought some changes to his body, and it seems that there are some subtle and unspeakable things in his body. This near-death cure has inspired these. Everyone's attention is unknown.
Unconsciously, I was completely attracted to him and overwhelmed by him.
"Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this... let's go."
One after another, Gru and Asa ran straight towards the Palace of Light. After all, this was still the Castle of Glory, and there were thousands of warriors and priests around. The only way to win was to capture the thief first.
way.
As Gru stamped his feet, stood up, and rushed forward, his body turned into a faint shadow, and everyone felt that they were in a trance. The orcs immediately burst into louder shouts and howls, and together they
Swarming forward, the swordsmen and priests were startled for a moment, and then they realized what they should do. The battle that had stopped for a short time broke out again in a more violent and sudden way at this moment.
But this battle was destined not to last long. Before the surrounding swordsmen had time to make any move, Asa and Gru had already rushed to the Hall of Light.
Lancelot's injury had not fully recovered, and he was still covered in blood and scars, but he roared, and the white fighting spirit light instantly condensed around his body into a huge lightsaber to face Gru.
He slashed through the air. There was still traces of blood in the burst of fighting spirit. But through that blow just now, Lancelot understood that this enemy was no longer an evenly matched enemy. This was already the result of his all-out effort.
A sword.
Not only did he attack with all his strength, the high priest, the cardinal, including Adela, all of them used their full strength to attack the charging Gru. Light arrows, fire walls, ice spikes, lightning, and
All the paralysis techniques were tilted towards the figure.
This was no longer an attack they made after considering it, but an instinctive reaction. What supported them was no longer fighting spirit, but fear. When they saw the oncoming figure, they were filled with emotions from the deepest part of their hearts.
Fear dominates, like a frog swooping towards him when he sees a huge snake...