Demon Lord

At the same time, the battlefield outside Pasha'er's Tower was undergoing a dramatic change.

Soderol took two priests and forty soldiers to stand on the north drawbridge. Nearly 10,000 high elf puppets were not advancing fast, but with their overwhelming number and formation, even if they climbed over, it would be difficult to hold the suspension bridge for a long time, but Soderol still took the lead and stood in front, boosting morale.

All the soldiers have been blessed with full buffs, but looking at the dark crowd that is getting closer and closer in front of them, their faces are tense, and their hearts are unprecedentedly tense.

On the other side of the magic tower, Akasha had already drank the third bottle of intermediate magic potion. Even though the attenuation of mana had approached 50%, she still tried her best to hold back the burning pain all over her body, and tried her best to Cast a series of magical spells on the soldiers in the front row.

withstand!

Luge's hoarse voice echoed in front of the suspension bridge. At this time, they had stopped fighting because the undead attack had retreated. Obviously, they were also frightened by the high elves who were gradually pressing from behind—three dead The spirit mages no longer attacked the suspension bridge. They avoided Nata's arrow range far away, but they started to build a temporary defense at the fastest speed...

A series of bone wall spells were cast by them, and the walls formed by overlapping withered yellow skeletons appeared layer by layer, gradually surrounding the remaining undead—the necromancers took out the scrolls, Potions and everything in the bottom of the box, they tried their best to build a small fortress before the high elf puppets surrounded them, and relied on it to withstand the tide of attack!

The duration of the bone wall is less than ten minutes, which means that no matter how these undead resist, after ten minutes, when the bone wall built by the elements dissipates, they will lose all their barriers and be completely overwhelmed by the seemingly endless high elves...

At this time, the fate of the undead and humans is the same.

Akasha gasped heavily while leaning on her staff. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, reached out and tore off the cloth pouch full of scrolls and threw them at her feet. She reached out and took out a scroll of A Feast for Crows. The wax seal of the ancient paper.

The soldiers in front have already rotated five batches. The injured soldiers drank the intermediate healing potion and then rejoined the ranks. They still maintain their combat effectiveness, but their physical strength and morale have dropped a lot—looking at the crowd of high elves who have crossed the bone defense line of the undead in front of them, they clenched their battle shields and daggers tightly, and are ready for a decisive battle Prepare.

fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters...

boom!

The sound of shields hitting guns sounded almost simultaneously in front of the suspension bridges on the north and south sides,

Most of the high elf puppets were dressed as civilians, and occasionally they wore mage robes. They were all targeted by Nata who was standing on the commanding heights with arrows. She looked down at the crowds that covered her vision, but she stretched out her hand to hold down the puppet that was scratched by the ice pick. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the next arrow, and headshot the guy holding the staff in the crowd...

The battle to defend the Pasha'er Demon Tower kicked off with such difficult resistance.

*****

boom!

There was a cracking sound, and the fireball shattered the last road leading to the top of the magic tower. The shattered sawdust hit Camilla, but she didn't hide at all, and kept walking forward along the collapsed stairs. Flying forward, he leaped forward when the entire staircase was completely shattered, relying on the effect of the light feather technique to make his body float in mid-air, and then released two overlapping wind guns downwards with both hands.

Camilla's slender figure stretched out in the air, and she really climbed up seven or eight meters out of nowhere like a flying bird—then she reached out and grabbed the handrail on the top edge of the magic tower, and then suddenly moved horizontally for two meters more than...

Snapped!

An arcane blast exploded at the position Camilla had just grabbed, and the splashed stone chips fell to the hall on the first floor with a drop of 100 meters. There was no echo for a long time.

All the way up, Camilla has already dealt with nine high elf puppets trying to attack it, but when she was approaching the top floor, she met the most difficult opponent in front of her...

The opponent stood next to several translucent spar circles on the top floor, waving his staff like a guardian to attack Camilla, causing her to almost fall down the tower several times.

However, Camilla, who stood firm, has entered an unprecedented state of concentration. Her robe was cut into several gaps, her long hair was fluttering in a mess, and the corners of her mouth were overflowing with blood from the concussion. But such an injury, But there is no way to stop her from approaching the opponent's footsteps!

the last one!

The severe headache made her almost ignore the pain caused by other wounds on her body. Camilla casually threw away the empty Intermediate Mana Potion bottle, and guided by several ice cones, her figure swept over the exquisitely carved body like a ranger. When he raised his hand, a two-meter-long ice crystal spear was condensed from the elements. With both hands clenched, he stabbed straight at the last arcanist who blocked him...

*****

All these fragments happened at the same time, and when Akasha was about to face the high elves and Camilla launched the final blow to the puppet, Rody, who was hidden in the smoke and dust, had already quietly sneaked near the center of the secret room.

Turing was aroused by Bellom's unusual number that suddenly disrupted everything, and the neat curses from more than twenty high elves reverberated in the room, combined with the impact and shock, revealing an unprecedented weirdness- -

Humble ants!

You will pay for it!

The arcanists of the holy congregation were under pressure suddenly because of Turing's attack on Bellom, but they couldn't find Rody to settle the score, because the shield was almost flying from nowhere as soon as it appeared. The spell was shattered, and four of the thirteen arcanists were seriously injured. They couldn't walk or hide, so they could only bite the bullet and stand here.

In the chaotic three-party battle, no one really gained the upper hand in the first two minutes.

However, it is obvious that Turing's power has been growing slowly because of the altar's absorption of pieces of charged spar. Although the high elf puppets fell one by one, the power of the arcane spells cast by the remaining puppets is getting stronger and stronger. It got bigger and bigger, and the original single attack was mixed with some control skills, which immediately increased the pressure on Bellom and the arcanists of the Holy Order...

But at this time, a red light that suddenly broke through the smoke directly broke the stalemate between the three parties.

The battle ax slashed down vertically, and the two high elf puppets protecting in front of the altar were split into a large pile of flying pieces of meat in an instant!

Rody suddenly appeared from the smoke and shadows, and then rushed forward quickly.

Elbows, knees, ax handles, fists, and even foreheads all became his means of attack. After the Bloodlust was triggered, he instantly crushed four arcanists whose backs were facing him like a berserk chariot. Then he rushed to the front of the altar smoothly!

puff--

Amid the sound of separation of flesh and blood, the high elf puppet who was placing the charged spar was separated from his body, but Rody didn't care about his surroundings. The spar was pulled out!

When Rody's figure reappeared on the battlefield, the three parties who were fighting fiercely turned their attention to the center of the room in an instant—the arcanists of the Holy Order immediately understood that Rody was correcting the mistakes they made before. , while Bellom looked at the crystal clear charged spar in Roddy's hand, with a greedy light in his eyes...

Turing was the most angry: he never expected that this humble human being would completely destroy his plan!

The spar was pulled out, the recovery of power was artificially terminated, and Turing's 700-year-old plan was forcibly interrupted. The hatred brought about by this... can be imagined.

So in the next moment, Turing directly cut off the control of more than half of the high elf puppets inside and outside the tower by means of a strong man cut off his wrist, and condensed all the energy in this secret room at the cost of losing 30% of his own energy...

The high elves who were still fighting fell to the ground in an instant like puppets who had lost their souls. Only one high elf wearing a red robe stood in place - he was the second form displayed by Turing... His eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and Turing stepped forward, raised his hand and aimed at Roddy who had already buckled the last magic crystal--

Go to hell!

boom!

However, before Turing finished speaking, his body was blown away by Bellom from behind—this Frost Baron didn't care who he was blowing up, so he laughed wildly at this moment, and confronted him without dodging or evading. Tai Maibu launched a charge!

The charged spar must be obtained - this is an order from His Majesty Augustine!

[Today there are only 2700 words. The dog at home is sick, and I took it to the animal hospital for injections and medicines. I am so worried that I am not in the mood to write too much. There will be double changes this weekend, because my daughter-in-law goes back to her hometown, and the dog and I are at home, so I have to take time to take care of it. It brings countless laughter to my family, so when it is sick, I really love it. It's hard, I hope you understand. 】