The ugly, swollen-backed monsters run across the mountains and plains in incalculable numbers. In their chaotic consciousness, only the instincts of destruction and sacrifice remain.
As cannon fodder and nourishment for the monster army, except Baal, the Lord of Destruction who created them, perhaps no one knows how they view the meaning of their existence.
Mo Bei saw those demon servants actively approaching and touching the base of the demon trebuchet. They were soon entangled with twisted tendons. Their bodies bulged as before they exploded, but they immediately shriveled up and were whipped. After using up all the energy, even the remaining body was completely devoured in the end, as if it had been digested by the huge war machine.
The demon trebuchet converts the energy of these demon servants into elemental aggregates and throws them out across the battlefield in an instant. It is equivalent to allowing the self-destructing demon servants to complete the mission of hitting the target in the shortest time. It is also more difficult to prevent than the charge and self-destruction of the demon servants.
After breaking through the defense of the monster group, those demon trebuchets became meat on the chopping block. It is not difficult to destroy them. Once the base suffers a destructive blow, the absorbed energy will pour out, destroying it. The whole thing was burned to ashes.
Mo Bei rose to level 43 after Serastek's death, which was about half way to level 44. After the team dismantled more than ten demon trebuchets, he found that his experience value had actually increased by a quarter. One, I couldn't help but feel excited, thinking that it should be a sure thing to upgrade before the end of this operation.
Monsters here give extremely generous experience points upon death for the amount of experience required to level up at their current level, until they gradually close the level gap.
In other words, before reaching level 50, they could all experience the thrill of rising levels, which made Mo Bei even feel as happy as opening a new account to mix with cattle.
Thinking back to past training times, it often took half a month to reach a level. Sometimes I felt that upgrading was really difficult, but at that time, every step I took was to lay a solid foundation, which was quite satisfying.
Without the previous accumulation, this rapid improvement may make them feel uneasy instead of exciting.
Not only the feeling of rapid improvement, but also this kind of high-intensity melee always made Mo Bei feel happy.
Thanks to his second-stage fighting instinct, he was at ease on such a battlefield. He felt quite happy and hearty, and he couldn't help but let out bursts of excited roars while charging.
In the eyes of other team members, such a state regarded him as a war-crazy fighting madman, but they were also infected by it, and they fought more and more fiercely.
As if he had been stimulated, Roque changed his usual caution when walking alone, put on a staff and a mummy mark, no longer pursued perfect control of summoned objects, and used all his strength to perform various curses and corpse explosions.
It has to be said that this necromancer's timing and judgment are extremely good since he has been able to survive alone. In just a few days, he has developed a very good sense of cooperation.
The battle lasted until midnight. After several hours of high-intensity fighting, Mo Bei's upgrade came as scheduled, rising to level 44 in a ray of white light. However, after habitually glancing at the inventory, he saw nothing. I was a little disappointed with the equipment I changed.
Before, he took out Bishop Wizel's passionate two-handed hammer and tried it, because that weapon can give the user two skills, the barbarian's berserker and the paladin's enthusiasm.
If Alvin is given this heavy hammer, he will be able to experience the thrill of violent combos in the bear form, while Mo Bei is quite curious about the skill of the berserker.
This is the most extreme method used by barbarians to destroy objects. It completely converts one's attacks into exponentially increased magic damage, but requires removing all one's defenses, hence the name.
But not to mention that there are no physically immune monsters on this battlefield. Even if there are, he can easily handle them as a paladin. There is no shortage of Wolverine Heart boosters in the team, so he only takes a few hammers to collect them. He got up and thought about finding a good liar to sell the hammer.
At present, the impact of the monster swarm they encountered has eased slightly. The two team leaders judged that this was the result of the purgatory image on the Arreat Plateau being found and destroyed. In other words, this wave of monsters was approaching. end.
Naturally, they would not stop there, but continued to advance rapidly toward the top of the hills, trying to find the governor's location before other teams.
For Crohn, Nora and others, Warlord Shank is not a powerful leader-level monster, but it often drops surprising things. After fighting for so long, they naturally don't want to miss this piece of fat. .
Teams in other directions will also have this mentality, so the highlight after completing the task of destroying the Demon Trebuchet is to scramble to search for and kill Warlord Shank.
The sky darkened further at dawn, and the shimmering snowtops of the mountains in the distance were completely shrouded in darkness, leaving only a faint blue shadow.
The visibility on the battlefield is reduced to the minimum, and the target does not appear fixedly in one place. If you want to search for Warlord Shank in the chaotic hills that stretch for more than ten kilometers, even the druid's crow can only search in the night sky. hovering in vain.
Therefore, this kind of search process actually involves a lot of luck. Everyone hopes that the target happens to be in the western hills they are responsible for.
"When the warlord directs the battle, he has to let the monsters know where he is, right? Can he still control it secretly?" Mo Bei asked a nearby mage.
"This is actually the scary thing about Baal, the King of Destruction. The demon army under his command does not need to be intuitively dispatched and commanded at all. As a warlord, he is naturally given the ability to control the monster army invisibly. , the secret manipulation you mentioned... seems very appropriate!"
"I see, but looking at the way these monsters are rushing forward carelessly, they don't seem to show any commanding skills..."
"Just look at those demon servants and you will know that being able to achieve such a clear division of labor and absolute execution is beyond what ordinary commanders can explain."
Mo Bei nodded, convinced, and took advantage of the break in the battle to ask again:
"Then the location of the warlord is really nowhere to be found?"
"No, of course we have to find a place with a large number of monsters! That guy is most afraid of death! There are so many elite monsters around him!"
All the way here, Mo Bei provided cover for the mage, which greatly increased his favor and made him answer all questions.
At this moment, the druid in the team also reminded:
"About five hundred meters ahead on the left, there is a group of strange creatures that are acting strangely!"
The team immediately adjusted their direction, and after advancing for a certain distance, they found many light spots flashing back and forth in the darkness, and identified those as the firelight emitted by the demons and fairies as they kept flashing and jumping.
There is a visible difference between the flash of demons and fairies and the teleportation of mages. The teleportation of mages is an electric spell, which always appears at the target location with a bolt of lightning. Demons and fairies, on the other hand, often disappear into a ball of flames with a jump, and then appear in other places with the flames. This is considered a racial talent.
The light spots they saw at this moment were erratic and seemed to be patrolling back and forth in place instead of following other monsters charging towards Harrogath, which aroused the suspicion of the druid.
Everyone continued to move forward, and sure enough they found a huge group of monsters lingering on a mound, and among the roaring monsters, an unusually fat body loomed, tugging at everyone's heartstrings.
"Snapped!!"
A loud explosion stood out from the noisy roar of the monster, and it was not difficult to distinguish the sound of a long whip whipping the air.
This was exactly the order given by Warlord Shank, who whipped his whip and drove the monsters to surround and kill them.
After the sound of the whip, many monsters within a dozen feet of it fell into complete madness as if they had been given blood, and surrounded everyone at a rapid increase in speed. chaptererror();
