Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

After he finished praying, he was also covered in black mist. The so-called prayer is also a kind of practice, which is just to use the power of faith to enter a state of concentration and comprehend the magic.

This burly shadow priest, with his tall and strong figure, looks like a brave and fearless knight, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

After a long period of practice and tempering, he has mastered many powerful skills similar to a knight's charge into battle.

At this moment, he was walking towards the door step by step. Each step seemed steady and powerful, as if the entire ground was shaking slightly because of his steps.

When he finally reached the door, he took a deep breath and reached for his space ring. With a faint light flashing, a huge long-handled battle axe appeared in his hand.

This battle axe has a double-sided edge, and the sharp axe blade flashes with a cold light, like a full moon hanging high in the sky, which makes people shudder.

The axe has smooth and graceful lines and exquisite craftsmanship, which is obviously made by a master. The most eye-catching thing is the black gems inlaid on the axe.

These plain gems contrast with the gleaming axe blade, making the entire battle axe look extremely gorgeous, like a rare treasure.

When I walked out of the door, I saw the biting cold wind and could hardly open my eyes. I shouted loudly: "Cowards, you dare to fight me to the death, come on! Cowards, hahahaha..."

Before he finished speaking, crossbow arrows flew like locusts...

The burly dark priest didn't show any panic in the face of the rain of arrows.

He stood there steadily like a towering mountain. He swung the huge axe in his hand violently. The axe seemed to have life in his hand, drawing sharp arcs in the air.

With the sound of whistling wind, the giant axe easily blocked all the arrowheads shot at him.

The arrowheads hit the axe blade, making a crisp metallic collision sound, and then bounced to the ground. This was not the end, he then easily blocked an arrow from the sharpshooter.

The arrow was aimed at his vital point and it was powerful, but he blocked it effortlessly.

At this moment, the Dark Priest was quite proud, and a contemptuous smile seemed to appear on his face hidden under the helmet.

After the previous battle, the magicians have learned their lesson.

They knew very well that engaging in close combat with a shadow priest was an extremely unwise choice, and it would simply be courting death.

So, they changed their tactics and focused on containment. The magicians were like a group of cunning hunters, they were not in a hurry to fight head-on with their prey, but patiently waited for the opportunity.

They knew that as long as their chief officer, Master Kabaeva, arrived, with the master's ability, they would be able to deal with this powerful shadow priest.

Moreover, as long as the shadow priest uses the dark element, there is no need to tip off the others. Master Kabaeva can know the information with her powerful detector.

However, this shadow priest was not easy to deal with. The arrowheads were like mosquito bites to him, completely ineffective.

He was wearing armor with amazing defensive capabilities, like a moving fortress.

He knew in his heart that it was not advisable to stay here for long and that he must not fight to the end, so he made a prompt decision and charged towards the east gate.

In his opinion, as long as he could leave here as soon as possible, nothing else mattered. He firmly believed that no one could really stop him in this place.

He rushed forward with big strides, each step carrying such powerful force that it seemed as if the ground beneath his feet was shaking.

Seeing that their attacks had no effect on the shadow priest, the archers of the mercenary team decisively chose to retreat. They knew that continuing to attack would only be a waste of arrows.

The magicians cast spells at a long distance, and all kinds of magical energies surged towards the dark priests like brilliant light bands.

However, this shadow priest easily withstood all the magical attacks. He was like a solid rock, standing firm in the torrent of magic.

However, the water magician at this time had some effect on him. The water elements created by the water magic made the shadow priest feel a little tricky in the cold climate.

The burly shadow priest weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He knew that although he was powerful, he couldn't keep wasting time like this.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to kill the magicians, but now it seems that he has to give up this idea. Once he gets wet, the cold weather will make him extremely uncomfortable.

The icy water would quickly seep into the gaps in his armor, and the biting cold would greatly affect his mobility and combat effectiveness.

Therefore, in this tense situation, the two sides can only maintain a certain distance, forming a delicate confrontation.

The earth magicians began to use their signature ground spike technique. The ground suddenly began to tremble violently, and then sharp ground spikes broke out from the ground, like a forest of fangs, spreading towards the direction of the dark priest.

These spikes were jagged and uneven, forming a natural barrier that blocked the Shadow Priest's progress. Each spike contained a powerful earth element, tough and sharp, and even a hard armor would be scratched.

At the same time, the wood magicians were not idle either. They cast the entanglement spell, and in an instant, the surrounding plants seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, and the vines grew wildly. These vines were like agile snakes, winding towards the shadow priest.

They quickly intertwined, trying to cause trouble for him and restrict his movements. Some vines tightly wrapped around the shadow priest's legs, while others wrapped around his great axe, making each swing more difficult.

In this situation, the offensive magicians wisely chose to retreat, knowing that continuing the attack under the current circumstances would be a waste of effort.

At this moment, the control magicians shined. They used their magic to cleverly control the situation and put the shadow priests into trouble one after another.

Although this confrontation seems tense, there is actually no substantial confrontation.

The burly dark priest was only focused on rushing towards the east city gate. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush out of the city as soon as possible.

He was well aware of his current situation. As long as he could leave this dangerous place, other things could be put aside for the time being and he would have to wait until he was out of the city.

As for the magicians and mercenaries, they did not dare to launch a close attack rashly.

After all, the powerful defense ability and amazing fighting power of the Dark Priest made them feel fearful. They could only stare at the Dark Priest closely, like a cheetah staring at its prey, concentrating all their attention, ready to give him a fatal blow when he showed a flaw.

At this tense moment of confrontation, suddenly, a figure flashed by. The speed was so fast that only a shadow could be seen passing by, like a shooting star across the night sky.

The figure was none other than Master Kabaeva. Instead of riding her beloved white elk as usual, she used the ice escape technique to move quickly.

The art of ice escape is an extremely advanced magical skill, and Kabaeva uses it with ease.

Wherever she passed, a thin layer of ice would instantly condense on the ground. She was like an elf gliding on the ice at an extremely fast speed.

She moved quickly towards the place where the dark elements were condensed, because she knew in her heart that the enemy had finally moved. It seemed that the dark priest could no longer hold back and began to retreat desperately.

Judging from the current situation, this dark priest is indeed very powerful, and no one has been able to truly stop him so far.

On the other side, Jean Tocque was also rushing towards that side anxiously.

His eyes were full of determination and eagerness, and his steps were fast. He knew the urgency of the situation, and every second of delay could allow the shadow priest to escape.

Behind him followed more than a dozen high-level magicians, all of whom were leaders in the field of magic.

They also realized the seriousness of the situation, so they followed Jean Tocque and raced against time to catch up with the enemy. Their magic power flickered faintly around their bodies, as if they were accumulating strength for the upcoming battle.

The whole scene was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a fierce storm was about to break out.