At the same time, the battlefield outside Pasha'er's Tower was undergoing a dramatic change.
Soderol took two priests and forty soldiers to stand on the north drawbridge. The advancing speed of nearly ten thousand high elf puppets was not fast, but with their overwhelming number and formation, even if they climbed over, it would be difficult to hold the suspension bridge for a long time, but Soderol still took the lead and stood in front, boosting morale.
All the soldiers have been fully UF blessed, but looking at the dark crowd that is getting closer and closer in front of them, their faces are tense, and their hearts are unprecedentedly tense.
On the other side of the magic tower, Akasha had already drank the third bottle of "intermediate magic potion". Even though the attenuation of mana had approached 50%, she still tried her best to hold back the burning pain all over her body, and tried her best to Cast a series of magic spells on the soldiers in the front row.
"withstand"
Luge's hoarse voice echoed in front of the suspension bridge. At this time, they had stopped fighting, because the undead's offensive wave after wave had receded. Obviously, they were also frightened by the high elves gradually pressing down from behind—three undead The mages no longer attacked the suspension bridge. They avoided Nata's arrow range far away, but they started to build a temporary defense at the fastest speed...
A series of "Bone Wall Techniques" were cast by them, and the walls made of overlapping and piled up withered yellow skeletons appeared layer by layer, gradually surrounding these remaining undead—the necromancers took out scrolls, potions With all the things at the bottom of the box, I tried my best to build a small "fortress" before the high elf puppets surrounded me, and relied on it to forcibly withstand the tide of attacks
The duration of the "bone wall" is less than ten minutes, that is to say, no matter how these undead resist, after ten minutes, when the bone wall built by elements dissipates, they will lose all their barriers and be completely overwhelmed by the seemingly endless high elves...
At this time, the fate of the undead and human beings is the same.
Akasha gasped heavily while leaning on her staff. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, reached out and tore off the cloth pouch full of scrolls and threw them at her feet. She reached out and took out a scroll of "A Feast for Crows". The wax seal of the ancient paper.
The soldiers in front have already rotated five batches. The wounded soldiers drank the "Intermediate Healing Potion" and then rejoined the ranks. They still maintain their combat effectiveness, but their physical strength and morale have dropped a lot—looking at the crowd of high elves who have crossed the "bone defense line" of the undead in front of them, they clenched their battle shields and short swords tightly, and are ready for a decisive battle Prepare.
fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
ten meters
"boom"
The sound of the shield hitting the body sounded almost simultaneously in front of the suspension bridges on both sides of the north and south sides. Most of the high elf puppets were dressed as civilians, and occasionally some of them wore mage robes. They were all killed by Nata standing on the commanding height with arrows. She looked down at the pavement. The crowd of people in sight stretched out their hands to hold down the abdomen that was scratched by the ice pick, gritted their teeth and pulled out the next arrow, and directly shot the guy holding the magic staff in the crowd...
The battle to defend the Pasha'er Demon Tower kicked off with such difficult resistance.
"boom"
There was a cracking sound, and the fireball shattered the last road leading to the top of the magic tower. The shattered sawdust hit Camilla, but she didn't hide at all, and kept walking forward along the collapsed stairs. He galloped forward and leaped forward when the entire staircase was completely shattered, relying on the effect of the "light feather technique" to make his body float in mid-air, and then released two overlapping "wind guns" towards the body with both hands.
Camilla's slender figure stretched out in the air, and she really climbed up seven or eight meters out of nowhere like a flying bird—then she reached out and grabbed the handrail on the top edge of the magic tower, and then suddenly moved horizontally for more than two meters …
"Snapped"
An arcane blast exploded at the position Camilla had just grabbed, and the splashed stone chips fell to the hall on the first floor with a drop of 100 meters. There was no echo for a long time.
All the way up, Camilla has already dealt with nine high elf puppets who tried to attack it, but when she was approaching the top floor, she met the most difficult opponent in front of her...
The opponent stood next to several translucent spar circles on the top floor, waving his staff like a guardian to attack Camila, causing her to almost fall down the tower several times.
However, Camilla, who stood firm, has entered an unprecedented state of concentration. Her robe was cut into several gaps, her long hair was fluttering in a mess, and the corners of her mouth were overflowing with blood from the concussion. But with such an injury, But nothing can stop her from approaching each other's footsteps
"the last one"
The severe headache made her almost ignore the pain caused by other wounds on her body. Camilla casually threw away the empty bottle of "Intermediate Mana Potion" and used several ice cones as a forerunner. He raised his hand to condense a two-meter-long ice crystal spear with elements, and with both hands clenched, he stabbed straight at the last arcanist who blocked him...
All these fragments happened at the same time, and when Akasha was about to face the high elves, and Camilla launched the final blow to the puppet, Rody, who was hidden in the smoke, had already quietly sneaked near the center of the secret room.
Turing was aroused by Bellom's "unusual number" that suddenly disturbed everything, and the neat curses from the mouths of more than twenty high elves reverberated in the room, combined with the impact and shock, revealing an unprecedented weirdness—— -
"humble ants"
"You will pay for it"
The arcanists of the holy congregation lost their pressure suddenly because of Turing's attack on Bellom, but they couldn't do it if they wanted to settle the score with Rody, because the "shield" was flying from nowhere almost as soon as it appeared. The spell was shattered, and four of the thirteen arcanists were seriously injured. They couldn't walk or hide, so they had to bite the bullet and stand here.
In the chaotic battle between the three parties, no one really gained the upper hand in the first two minutes.
However, it is obvious that Turing's power has been growing slowly due to the "altar" absorbing pieces of charged spar. Although the high elf puppets fell one by one, the power of the arcane spells cast by the remaining puppets is getting stronger and stronger. As it got bigger and bigger, the original single attack was mixed with some "control" skills, which immediately increased the pressure on Bellom and the arcanists of the Holy Order...
But at this time, a red light that suddenly broke through the smoke directly broke the stalemate among the three parties.
The battle ax slashed down vertically, and the two high elf puppets protecting in front of the altar were split into a large pile of flying pieces of meat in an instant
Rody suddenly appeared from the smoke and shadows, and then rushed forward quickly.
Elbows, knees, ax handles, fists, and even foreheads all became his means of attack. After the "Bloodlust" was triggered, he instantly crushed four arcanists whose backs were facing him like a berserk chariot. Then he rushed to the front of the "altar"
"puff-"
Amid the sound of separation of flesh and blood, the high elf puppet who was placing the charged spar was separated from his body, but Rody didn't care about his surroundings. The spar was pulled out
When Rody's figure reappeared on the battlefield, the three parties who were fighting fiercely turned their attention to the center of the room in an instant—the arcanists of the Holy Order immediately understood that Rody was correcting the mistakes they made before. , while Bellom looked at the crystal clear "charged spar" in Roddy's hand, with a greedy light in his eyes...
Turing was the most angry: he never expected that this humble human being would completely destroy his plan
The spar was pulled out, the recovery of power was artificially terminated, and Turing's 700-year-old plan was forcibly interrupted. The hatred brought about by this... can be imagined.
So in the next moment, Turing directly cut off the control of more than half of the high elf puppets inside and outside the tower by means of "a strong man cut off his wrist", and condensed all the energy in this secret room at the cost of losing 30% of his own energy.
The high elves who were still fighting fell to the ground in an instant like puppets who had lost their souls. Only one high elf wearing a red robe stood in place - he was the second form Turing showed... Eyes exuded a faint blue light, Turing stepped forward, raised his hand and aimed at Roddy who had already buckled the last magic crystal—
"Die to me"
"boom"
However, before Turing finished speaking, his body was blown away by Bellom from behind—this "Frost Baron" didn't care who he was blowing up. At this moment, he laughed wildly and faced the altar without dodging Take a step forward
"Energized spar" must be obtained - this is the order of His Majesty Augustine
[Today there are only 26 characters. My dog is sick, and I took it to the animal hospital for injections and medicines. I am so worried that I am not in the mood to write too much. There will be double changes this weekend, because my daughter-in-law returns to her hometown, and the dog and I are the only ones at home, so I have to take time to take care of it. It brings countless laughter to my family, so when it is sick, I really love it. It's very hard, I hope you understand.]