The fishmen rushed towards the priestess in the back row in a dense crowd, as fast as a ball of grass in the strong wind. Aslante, who was preparing the fear spell, obviously did not have the magic spell to attack in a large area, so she turned and ran towards her companions.
But the fishman ran much faster than her, and even before Brunave could react, he pounced on Miss Priest and began to bite the thick black mist.
Aslante raised her hand and swept the invisible vortex of fear across the entire field. All the fishmen fled in a swarm in an instant, running all over the arena wrapped in flames. She killed a few, but many more came around from all sides after surviving the grip of fear.
Meanwhile, Hogg was beating Griffith to his feet. His two battle axes were swung like flying, and every attack had the effect of being knocked up or even stunned. Both sides have strengthened their strength and physique, but Hogg's attacks are accompanied by surprising power, and each blow spreads out like ripples.
Griffith was knocked away first, and then hit with an ax on his shield and helmet, falling into a brief daze. As soon as he broke free from the dizziness and was about to distance himself and throw two shots, Hogg let out a shrill wolf howl, and Griffith's legs immediately felt like lead.
The melee-type supernatural suppressed me, and the large group of creatures used intensive attacks to interrupt the spellcasting of the priests who were not good at group attacks. Patriarch Baroque is well prepared. So, could it be that his own ability is...
"Athlante, don't move where you are!" Griffith was suppressed by the Jackal and could not even perform basic tactical movements. While deploying the freezing air, he threw a bottle of slowing potion to immobilize the Jackal, then turned into a bat and rushed towards Next to Miss Priest, "I'll deal with the fish-men."
Miss Troll is being chased by fish-men all over the place. As soon as she stopped, a large group of fishmen would immediately pounce on her and bite her. Even though Black Mist's defense couldn't be penetrated in a short time, she couldn't think of anything else under the intensive attack.
When she heard Griffith's call, she didn't know where to stop. A group of bats swept down and turned into a human form, slashing a sword to kill a fish-man in two pieces, but more little monsters passed him directly and pursued the troll priest relentlessly.
There were dozens of fish-men, and it was impossible to imagine how they were packed into a pile and disguised as human figures. After being attacked by Griffith, some of them ran all over the ground, while others continued to chase the troll.
The scene was very chaotic, and the huge jackal had also broken free. The jumping fishmen surrounded him three levels inside and three outside, even blocking Hogg's attack.
"Don't go!" Griffith fought off a group of jumping murlocs, reached out and grabbed Aslante, who was running around, and lifted her up.
"Ah, what are you doing!" Aslante only had time to exclaim before she was thrown out, passing over the head of the fishman who was jumping to bite her.
"ruarue~ruarue~"
The fishman saw his prey flying by and immediately turned around to pursue it. Griffith threw away the troll and dug into the pocket on his waist. There was already a bottle of potion in his hand. The pink shimmer ripples in the crystal, and there is a bit of danger in the beautiful brilliance.
This is a bottle of secondary love potion. It is less likely to make the other person fall hopelessly in love with you in a short period of time, and more likely to completely anger the other person.
He grabbed the medicine bottle and threw it on the ground. Pink mist immediately spread with the splashing potion.
All the fishmen stopped and stared at Griffith with their terrifying dead fish eyes. Confusion and disgust flashed across their terrifying and ferocious faces, and then they were enveloped in anger, rushing towards them like a tide.
"rua~!"
Very good, the secondary love potion is a great success! Griffith rotated the light in his hand, and then unfolded his perseverance into a shield, facing the dense attacks without dodging.
The fishman's fangs bit into the layers of shields, unable to penetrate Griffith's defense.
Griffith's eyes were like blades, and he raised the light and struck it down at the fish-man at the front.
"Crack!" The fishman was cut in half on the spot, blood and an electric snake spurted out, and turned into a blood-colored whip and whipped directly on the face of the same creature behind him.
Before they could scream, Griffith tore the two halves of the corpse apart and threw them to the side, straight towards the other fishmen.
"Crack!" A bolt of lightning exploded on the light-filled sword edge, illuminating the fish-man's ferocious red eyes and terrifying laughter.
Griffith turned into a bolt of thunder and slashed left and right among the fish-men with his sword, completely ignoring the rain-like attacks. A fish-man opened his jagged mouth and bit him, but Griffith kicked him over and then split his head open with a sword.
"Thunder's Fury" was inspired by this sword. The power of thunder surrounded the sword, creating a chain of lightning that jumped among the fish-men. Griffith swung in place at great speed, and the dense murlocs prevented his attack from missing.
The last bolt of lightning was still jumping on the crowd of enemies, and the next bolt had already burst out from the sword.
Hanguang gathered sharp sword energy, and the invisible wind pressure cut through the scales and flesh during the swing, splashing their black blood and minced flesh into the sky.
His slashing attack also carried a storm-like cyclone, and the enemies that were not split by the sword edge were swept past, falling in all directions like weeds under the strong wind. Confusion, surprise and panic flashed in the eyes of each of the frantic creatures. If they were not driven by the crazy blood, they would have fled away at this time.
Griffith froze the splattered black blood into a hard ice spear and turned it into a ray of cold light, crackling through the bodies of three or four murlocs, clearing the path of flesh and blood with one blow.
He waved his long sword and kept spinning and moving. The sparkling sword light spread death in all directions, passing through the blood rain in the sky. The thunderbolts opened up bloody petals with him as the center, and flying flesh and blood spread all over the sky.
"Hiss!"
Pieces of murlocs rushed towards Griffith, howling in incomprehensible language, completely ignoring the orcs and trolls not far away. Griffith was a magnet, and they were nails, large and small.
The densely packed murlocs bit Griffith's thighs, shoulders, arms and back, but could not break through the shield and armor. As long as there is a brief moment of contact, the limbs and head of the fishman will fly apart in pieces, the severed limbs mixed with dirty blood will fly everywhere, and the scales will turn into pieces.
…
The audience outside the venue was cheering wildly, and they didn’t know what they saw, but they were sure it was a bloody and violent hand-to-hand combat scene that fit the orc aesthetic.
Brunave was about to go up to help, but a ball of dark green liquid suddenly flew over, attached to the leather armor and began to corrode crazily, emitting pungent white smoke. The blood warrior hurriedly took off his armor and threw it aside.
Baroque's body was enveloped by the rotating green ball, and the breath of magic was spinning around his hand. He waved a small piece of wooden stick tremblingly and chanted complex spells. He turned out to be a rare orc mage.
His second dark green liquid attack is ready to go:
"I didn't expect it,
"The idiots outside will only see the fighting I want them to see, and no one really knows what's going on here? Hahahaha!
"Poposa, I know you are not a spell breaker. With your companions restrained, you have to challenge a senior spell caster alone. Don't say I cheated. As an elder, I..."
Baroque's smile suddenly stiffened.
He stared at the young orc in front of him with wide eyes.
Brunave quietly threw away the axe, took off his heavy armor and threw it on the ground, revealing his majestic bronze chest muscles. A ferocious and twisted skull suddenly appeared in his hand.
Insect-like black air surged in the eye sockets of the skull, lingering and spreading towards Brunaph's wrist, extremely evil and dark. Two complicated and strange black magic circles immediately emerged behind him, spinning crazily.
Some kind of monster is stretching out its hand with astonishing momentum, trying to cross the barrier of the plane.
It was a rock giant wrapped in hellfire. Its burly body tore through the gaps between the planes, standing on the earth with unstoppable momentum and terror.
"What sealed artifact are you carrying?" Barok shouted, "Are you not an Extraordinary on the warrior path? You young man, do you want to use this monster to hit me? Why are you so shameless!?"
After Brunave chanted an unidentifiable spell, he raised his hand and pointed, and the lava giant ran towards Hogg, knocking the gnoll away from the troll priest. Brunave continued to outline the magic circle and said slowly, "No, this is for my sister to help prepare. This is what I have prepared for you..."
A crimson monster then jumped out of the magic circle. It has a head similar to that of a wolf or a lizard, an agile body and sharp claws, and its whole body is covered in solid scales and flames. Four pairs of ferocious compound eyes and six tentacles raised high like scorpion tails indicate that it does not belong to this world, and its terrifying aura seems to be torturing the souls of witnesses.
Patriarch Baroque stared at this monster in amazement, inexplicably knowing some occult knowledge.
This is a hound from the abyss.
Creatures he had never witnessed traumatized his sanity. At the same time, the Abyss Hound had already pounced on the Baroque Patriarch. A thick acid-like liquid hit its body, destroying one of its tentacles, but it could not penetrate into the mucus to dissolve its body.
The abyss hound rushed in front of it in a blink of an eye, and several tentacles rolled up like snakes. As soon as he was touched by these tentacles, Patriarch Baroque screamed. His already old muscles became even more shriveled, and his magic power drained away as quickly as a floodgate had been opened.
"My magic, my magic!
"What the hell is this? What the hell are you?"
Brunave stroked the skull in his hand and said slowly: "This is the guard dog of the abyss, a hound that feeds on spell casters.
"I am a Sequence 6 'Demon Warlock' of the Abyss Path, and my usual hobby is to play with axes.
"Don't mind, just like I said at the beginning, come to participate in Ulu Hai, who hasn't prepared to cheat yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Abyss Hound had already thrown Barok to the ground, wrapped its tentacles around his hands and feet, and even turned it into his mouth. The old patriarch screamed first, then gradually subsided, leaving only miserable whines.
