Defense broken, weak, fatal, resistance ineffective, four negative effects added to him, was Nefarian seriously injured?
not heavy.
To be honest, Nefarian himself found it strange that his hidden opponent was laying out plans at every step, just for such a painless blow?
Breaking through the defenses weakened his hardened skin, and his physical strength dropped by about 35% due to his weakness. His wounds could not heal until he died. However, Nefarian looked at the handwriting that had been scratched by the arakkoa before, and there were no scabs. It has fallen off, and the difference between the new skin and the surrounding skin is only a shallow white mark.
As for the ineffectiveness of resistance, Nefarian simply doesn't care. As a direct descendant of the Aspect Dragon, the Black Dragon Prince's spell resistance is frighteningly high. Although it is known as an artifact, the four-headed flail can only kill half of Nefarian's life at most. Magic resistance, no harm to elegance.
So where is the opponent's killer move?
He was also confused, so Nefari pretended to be severely injured and slowly climbed up from the ground. He looked so weak. His slightly trembling thighs and forced calm expression almost deceived himself.
"Is this all you have?"
Nefarian asked in a tone that was strong on the outside but dry on the inside.
However, before Ashcandi could reply, Sola's shout followed by a huge magic shock.
"I can't hold on anymore!"
At the edge of the battlefield, the spell that had been delaying the invasion of the plane ended due to Sora's exhaustion. After the huge amount of fire elemental power lost its hindrance, it ravaged the entire ritual site.
As the embodiment of the power of the fire element, the flames formed a huge vortex above the cave. Through this vortex, everyone present could vaguely see what the connected world of the fire element looked like.
The boundless elemental army, the huge fire demon, behind Baron Geddon, the huge lava giant, the restless earth elemental lord, and the endless molten dogs and flaming imps...
"We meet again, meat bugs, are you ready with your last words? Hahahahahaha."
Carlos had a hard time imagining what an elemental creature looked like when it smiled, but now he knew it was like an asthmatic dog.
Who are you fooling? Carlos couldn't help but smacked his lips.
As an advanced country in teleportation spells in the human world, Carlos, a paladin who is not a magician, knows how difficult it is to open a stable teleportation gate. It takes so much money to open a semi-permanent teleportation channel on the magic node of the wetland. Energy, your fire element is awesome, can you pull the elemental lord over with just a magic vortex? According to the third application equation of the law of conservation of energy, the dispersion rate of elemental energy creatures when passing through plane channels is 74% higher than that of material creatures. If Gadun wants to come, half of his own strength will probably be consumed in maintaining stability. In fact, if they want to teleport the legion over, it is estimated that the fire element lord will only be able to stand and watch as a mascot.
Just because they understood it, they were disdainful. However, ordinary soldiers did not have Carlos's knowledge, and panic inevitably spread.
"Master Victor! We need help!"
While Carlos was boosting morale and organizing the attack, he was still trying to squeeze Nefarian.
Nefarian is not having a good time either. More than half of its magic resistance has been weakened, and the elemental flames that were originally completely immune can already damage its body.
Well, a bunch of health points 1...
"It's time to end this farce!"
Nefarian's irritability continued to rise along with his anxiety. Finally, the Black Dragon Prince didn't want to continue this drama anymore. He wanted to wait until he got out to figure out a way to solve the immediate troubles, the artifact and the plan.
The staff paused. Nefarian's eyes were filled with magic and looked dark red. He was ready to kill the arakkoa in front of him first and then solve the artifact issue.
"Well, good luck to you."
Unexpectedly, Ashkandi actually crushed a small mana crystal he took out from somewhere. The magic stored in the mana crystal caused him to teleport about two hundred meters and appeared directly in the passage leading to the ground from the ceremony site. mouth position.
Then the arakkoa ran away.
"..."
Nefarian felt his eyebrows twitching, what the hell is this! ! !
Wuming became angry, and with his last bit of reason, Nefarian understood that the problem at hand was the four-headed flail.
By now, Nefarian has probably understood that the arakkoa used its own blood as a positioning medium to cause the four-headed flail to attack him. As an artifact, the four-headed flail was strong enough to serve as an intermediary between the elemental planes. Carlos could see the problem, and Nefarian could also see it. Gadon was shouting, but in fact, there was still at least half an hour before the body came. As long as the magic circle was destroyed, the laws of space and planes would naturally be destroyed. The connection between the physical world and the elemental plane of fire.
The question that came over again and again, Nefarian understood, was the four-headed flail in front of him that would actively attack him.
The Black Dragon Prince's IQ has never been offline. He suddenly thought that his plan had not failed. After that annoying bird got out, he was the only one who had the strength to destroy the artifact. As long as he lied about being powerless, wouldn't the problem be solved?
Humanity could not take away the artifact, so in the end they had to give up. The Dark Iron Dwarves recovered the artifact and the plan continued.
I'm so smart!
Nefarian gave himself thirty-two thumbs up in his mind and continued his spell.
The magic power mixed with the essence of the black dragon showed a dark red spectrum, which looked evil and gloomy in the orange underground world. Nefarian brewed for a long time, mixed the magic power emanating from the surrounding environment, and compressed it again, finally reaching the extreme.
In Nefarian's hands, the thick blazing rays impacted the elemental vortex above, and Gadon's roar came again.
"Are you provoking a fire elemental lord with your pitiful little flame? Idiot!"
Obviously, to Gedon, Nefarian's shock ray is definitely not a pitiful little flame.
As a result, the elemental lords' counterattacks followed one after another, and the war in Blackstone Mountain continued across the barriers of planes.
Carlos was having a hard time fighting on the sidelines. It was not easy to be distracted while watching Nefarian and fighting the stone monster in front of him. The battle was in a stalemate.
Suddenly, Nefarian, who was fighting with the fire element, and Sylvie Morgan, who had been doing the whole thing, paused at the same time.
"Carlos, the plane needs to be evacuated! Something happened with the Thorium Brotherhood!"
Sylvie finally made a move. She snatched the sledgehammer from the hand of a strong man beside her, took small steps to run, jumped up with big strides, and hit the mutated lava giant Belga's knee with the hammer...
With a bang, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the hardest part of the lava giant's body, and then it shattered.
Belga fell to the ground, and Carlos was temporarily freed from the fight.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you think we're missing something?"
Sylvie answered Carlos' question with a question. Carlos was stunned and still didn't react.
"The Thorium Brotherhood."
Sylvie didn't hold back and said it directly.
"The Thorium Brotherhood? The Thorium Brotherhood! Those damn dwarves!"
Carlos reacted, where are the people! Where are the people from the Thorium Brotherhood!
"It's time for us to go. This was never our war from the beginning. We were fooled."
As the limbs of the lava giant Baikal slowly regenerated, he crawled and climbed trying to continue his fight, but Carlos and his party ignored him.
"Master Victor, it's time for us to retreat!"
Remove your brother-in-law and stay here!
Nefarian watched Carlos and his entourage begin to leave in an orderly manner. The originally handsome human faces were distorted and deformed. How do you want me to retreat?
Carlos has been king for so long, and he is also a decisive person. Artifacts are valuable, but lives are priceless. If you should leave, you will definitely lose your life.
Moreover, the time has almost come for him to make a backup plan. After looting the Thorium outpost, the profit will be no less than some of Lao Shizi's artifacts. It's time to leave.
With a small calculation in mind, Carlos quickly organized the personnel to retreat.
Being so excited by Carlos, Nefarian no longer cared about hiding any strength. The Black Dragon Prince roared, magic surged all over his body, and the impact ray became a little thicker.
In a valley depression in the Searing Canyon, Ashkandi escaped from the underground and had a good time to rest and eat.
As there was an obvious vibration on the ground, the arakkoa threw away the remaining half of the lizard meat in his hand and stood up to move around.
On the ground in front of him was a crudely made magic circle. Nefarian, whose clothes were torn and in a state of embarrassment, appeared in the center of the magic circle holding a staff in one hand and four flails in the other.
"!!!"
Nefarian was also surprised. Looking at the malicious arakkoa in front of him and the magic circle at his feet, he suddenly understood.
"Damn blue dragon!" To be continued.
