Legendary Mage

Moline took advantage of Wald to protect himself, and immediately transported the magic power to the wound on his abdomen. The wound turned out to have a more obvious blue-violet radiance.

Wald turned back to see Moline's condition and opened his mouth in surprise after he repelled Hacran, because the wound was not only glowing, but healed slowly in the light.

"This little guy has so many amazing things!" Wald thought to himself, looking back at the three enemy soldiers.

Hacran has struggled to pick up his weapons. This time he is no longer in the leading position among the three, but is on a level line with Lak and Kezan.

"Haha, it's still Hakran," Kezan looked at Lak and said, "Dare to dare to fight with the characters of Juggernaut level, we have no such courage."

Luck also smiled and said: "It is indeed a pity that the assessment of strength is a serious mistake!"

Hakrain sneered and said, "You don't have to be ridiculous, don't you mean that I can't control myself? Now I don't know anything about you, I think it's time for us to deal with him now."

Lak and Kezan looked at each other, just sneered, and stopped speaking. Don't look at them seeming to be different from each other, but in this battlefield, those personal contradictions can only be put aside.

All three had their weapons ready, and on their armor, there were some runes shining, and just after these runes shone, his body was enveloped by a layer of mist.

"These warriors must have been specially trained by Sagron," Wald thought to himself. "This evil shaman has done something without taboo."

Thinking of this, Wald also had plans to act. He raised his black warhammer, and the blue lightning jumped from the inside of the warhammer.

The preparation of the Warhammer was only a moment's work, and soon the Warhammer produced countless electric lights.

Wald put the warhammer around his waist again, staring at the mist of the other three, and roared into a few shadows and rushed past.

This "charge" skill cast by the Juggernaut is really extraordinary, not to mention that the ghost behind him is several times more than others, even if the speed is several times higher.

The screaming gusty wind fluttered backwards along his majestic body like the cloak on Wald. Almost like teleportation, Wald came to the three orcs.

The three saw Wald approaching, and they were stunned. They had not made any preparations, and Wald's attack came.

Three Sagron's "Ghost Mist Warriors" had no time to join forces to cast a wall of shields mixed with mist and anger. This "shield wall" still has a blood-red glow in the rolling gray mist.

The black warhammer struck the ground in front of the "shield wall" with a thunderbolt, and the ground suddenly issued a violent sway. Many soldiers near the attack could not stand and fell a large crowd.

Between the shaking, a large flash of lightning splashed out, and the ground instantly cracked several wide cracks.

The gravel and smoke also flew up with the lightning, and the "shield wall" that the three of Hakran cast together was like a ray of smoke under the typhoon, which was torn and disappeared in an instant.

As the "shield wall" disintegrated in an instant, the three orc warriors didn't even have time to scream, and were blown out by the lightning and the power of the earth like a long whip.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The three orc warriors fell to the ground, all covered with green smoke, like the roast duck just brought out in the oven.

Wald glanced at the three orcs, and turned to Moline. No need to ask, the three were already deadly dead under Wald's "Thunder Clap."

auzw.com The three orc warriors still don’t understand the distance between the advanced warriors and the sword sages. It’s not just a difference of two levels, it’s an insurmountable gap.

It's just that these three people are all Sagron's special equipment and have been given special missions. They usually just hang any profession of the same level, which has also been a kind of arrogance in their subconscious mind.

This arrogance captivated their minds, making them simply unable to see their own strength. The inability to know themselves correctly is the root cause of the death of Wald in one move today.

However, although these "Ghost Mist Warriors" cultivated by Saglong are stronger than their professions at the same level, their value is not personal combat effectiveness.

How could Sagron kindly help others to enhance his strength? The reason he created the eight "Ghost Fog Warriors" naturally has his own intentions.

But, before Morin killed one, Wald killed three again in this battle. The eight "ghost fog fighters" will be removed in half at once. If Sacron knows this, I'm afraid he must be angry and violent.

"What?" Sagroon heard the servant's report violently and said, "My'Ghost Mist Warrior' has three more dead! Those waste, self-righteous guys, do they not understand that their life is my great Sa Gron’s? Dare to die for no reason and die without my permission?"

The rewarding servant knelt on the ground, although he was terrified in his heart, but he did not feel a little funny, he thought: no matter who their life is, if they can not die, they don’t want to die!

Whose life is the Grim Reaper reaping, and who will he say hi to in advance?

After Sagroon roared, he stood up from his seat and commanded: "Quickly call the remaining four "Ghost Mist Warriors" to me, and no one can be lost, otherwise it will be a big mistake. ."

The servant immediately got up to convey the order. Sagron then announced a second order: quickly mobilize the chiefs of the Langfang Clan, Bone Clan, Blood Sand Clan, and Throat Clan to attack Wald.

Although only three of the chiefs of the four clans are big swordsmen, and the other is only a high-level warrior, fortunately, the big swordsman is a fifth-level warrior.

Although the level behind each level, the difference in strength of each level will be very different, but at least you can rely on a large number to make up for the difference in this level.

In today's battlefield, due to the sudden emergence of Moline, Sagron's siege battle was completely broken, and they returned to the battle between the two legions on the ground.

Although Saglon believed that his own forces accounted for a great quantitative advantage, they were allied forces after all.

The biggest drawback of the coalition forces is that they have their own selfish intentions. When it is more desperate, it is difficult to protect the people of other clans and those of foreign races from chaos.

In addition, the army of these poor clan, only the evil fire clan is well equipped and well trained. On the contrary, the Gadra tribe, which has always been affluent, has every soldier with a very strong combat strength, and their equipment is also extremely well-equipped.

It is precisely because of such a gap that Sagron, despite their huge number advantage, can't win Gadra's gate after a long attack.

At the time when it was about to break through the gate of Gadra, it was a good thing to let Moline come and disturb Sagron. Now, in terms of momentum, Sagron's army has no advantage.

It is not the quantity that can determine everything in a war. Didn’t you see that the sheep filled with mountains and fields were driven away by a few wolves or tigers?

All of Gadela's worries are almost relieved, and the relief of these worries is almost entirely on Moline alone.

Just after these worries were lifted, all those who could fight in the Gadra tribe also fought bravely with mortal heart.

On the vast battlefield, the light of electric fire, the light of the blade, the light of healing flashed one by one, and the warriors of the Gadra tribe had firmly held their battlefield under the strong support of their shaman. Too.

Wald has his own judgment on the situation on the battlefield. He looks at the restored Morin, and his eyes are full of gratitude.

Morin looked at Wald but said with a smile: "Great Chief, don't need to say anything, let's compare and see, who can destroy more catapults at the end?"