Chutian stood far away on the dwarf mountain and watched the development quietly.
The 20,000 and a half elite elves have surrounded the shaman temple tightly.
"The effect of the formation you gave to the half-elf is too strong!" Dolores almost stared out her eyes when she saw hundreds of witch puppets being disintegrated by the formation at once, "Shamans When I met you, I was completely useless, and I am really curious about how you, who are the first to contact shamans, can crack their witchcraft everywhere?"
"Your culture is far from my own, so it's hard for me to explain this question clearly. Just think of me as a genius who doesn't know the future, hahaha!"
If the other party was Yingying, seeing Chutian's arrogant appearance, she would definitely go crazy, even the eldest lady would give him a hard look.
"Okay, okay, my genius city master." Instead of getting angry, Dolores went to Chutian and squeezed his shoulders, and asked in a charming tone: "I'm really curious, tell me I'm okay, even if I beg you."
The fox girl's plump body dawdled intentionally or unintentionally, exhaling like blue, and the magic voice was in her ears. Few people in this world can bear it.
How could Chutian not know what this fox girl was thinking? Shamanism is a very strong church, not only in the wild highlands and Greenland City, but also in many areas of the chaotic forest. Get over it, will you still be afraid of these insidious and damn wizards in the future
"In fact, witchcraft is a variation of a kind of magic that was passed down in ancient times. After all, it is a small skill and has no essence. As long as a targeted cracking method is found, any witchcraft can interfere and destroy it." Chu Tian said halfway, "As for the specific method Well, it is inconvenient to disclose it here for the time being, you can help me do things with peace of mind in the future, and you can learn something if you want to learn."
How could such a perfunctory answer satisfy Dolores? Just when Dolores was about to use the fox clan's charm method to torture this guy, there was a sudden burst of shouting from one direction.
northwest direction.
It is estimated that the shaman believers started to attack.
However, they obviously did not expect to encounter such fierce resistance from the half-elves.
Because the natives on the other side used to contain the half-elf's main force had no effect at all, and the half-elf's defense center was deployed to deal with the shaman, so it was impossible for the shaman's troops to attack. Arnold and other forest natives might even deal with half-elves against shamans after knowing the truth, so it shouldn't be a problem anymore.
As for variables
The Temple of the Dead has been brought under control.
Druid will certainly not interfere in the situation.
If the main forces other than these two shamans do not participate, then other churches and forest forces will not have the courage to fish in troubled waters. The only variable now should be the shaman temple. After all, there are thousands of shamans in the shaman temple, and nearly a hundred shamans with the title of priest. Adding the witch and puppet is a very terrifying combat force. If it plays a role at a critical moment, it can still turn the tide of the battle to a certain extent.
But unfortunately.
The shaman's most beneficial battle puppet is no longer useful.
This witchcraft puppet is indeed an extremely brilliant crystallization of witchcraft. Each one needs to consume a lot of time, resources, and energy in the refining process. The spell curse is enough to kill a true spirit monk.
The two thousand shamans are the savings of several generations of green land shamans. Just as the guardians of the green land are as important to the half elves, the shaman puppets are the foundation for the shaman to stand here, not to mention outsiders, even the shaman himself They don't know the fatal flaws of witch puppets. Before the power in their bodies is exhausted, these monsters can be resurrected and reborn almost continuously.
If there are shaman priests working together, they can also replenish the power of the witch puppets in time. So far, there is no known efficient method that can restrain these difficult guys. The actual combat power of these two thousand witch puppets will definitely not Inferior to the one hundred thousand army.
Because of their absolute confidence in the puppet shaman, the shaman wizard did not garrison the army in the shaman temple. Now surrounded by half-elves, their faces have become extremely gloomy, and they are even a little at a loss.
The perfect witchcraft puppet of shamanism was easily cracked by the half-elf, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow!
The shaman had no other choice but to withdraw the witchcraft puppet first and prepare to return to the temple for defense.
The shaman temple blesses a lot of enchantment and witchcraft, and even the altar directly provides theories. If you rely on the shaman temple to defend, the half-elves will not be so easy to capture.
"Stop them!"
"Use the broken witch rune arrow!"
The half-elf obviously understood the shaman's intentions. The archer in the front row pulled out an arrow wrapped in a talisman. The moment the arrow was shot out, Yuanli would activate the talisman. As soon as the arrow was shot, there was a mournful howl immediately, and the whole body fell off piece by piece like building blocks, and finally turned into a ground full of stinky rotten meat and wriggling insects.
Needless to say.
This is also Chu Tian's masterpiece.
After Chu Tian taught the half-elf several talisman formations to restrain shamans, the half-elf made this kind of talisman arrow specially for shamans. Once the element force array on the talisman is activated, and the arrow is shot into the body of the witch, the energy of the talisman will cut off the witchcraft connection on the witch, and the witch will be backlashed by the cursed power, and immediately rot into pieces , and there is no way to recover from it.
In this way.
The shaman was completely killed.
"hateful!"
Mars became angry and muttered. The corpses of the half-elfs he had killed before gathered towards the top of his head as if they had lost gravity. Countless limbs were continuously superimposed and entangled, as if an invisible big hand was kneading dough into a ball, and it instantly became a ball with a diameter of several feet. Huge meatball.
Seeing this, Clark's face changed slightly: "Be careful! He is performing advanced shamanic witchcraft!"
The color of the floating meat ball above Mars's head gradually turned red, and then gradually turned purple. A large amount of venom seeped out of it, and the whole meat ball continued to expand like inflated air, and finally threw it towards the half-elf dense area.
Clark raised his staff with both hands, and a green light suddenly bloomed: "Great Forest God, please give me strength!" After speaking, the tip of the staff was inserted into the ground, and countless lush branches, leaves and vines rushed out in an instant, like chains, the midair The meat ball in it was locked.
These branches and vines infused with the power of the priest of the green land, even if cut by wind blades, burned by fire, or slammed by boulders, I am afraid that they will not be able to hurt them at all, but they can only temporarily stop this terrible witchcraft.
Originally, as soon as the emerald green vines came into contact with the meat ball, they immediately released the power of curse to erode them, and all of them quickly withered and withered. Apparently, the big bang was about to happen.
boom!
The moment this huge meat ball exploded, it was like a mighty sandstorm. Countless small pieces of meat kept splashing forward, and each piece of meat contained witchcraft curses. It can let it fester and die.
"Forest Barrier!"
Clark had been prepared for a long time, and suddenly summoned a giant green protective shield in front of him. Almost instantly, the entire green shield was coated with a layer of dark red. In addition to countless flesh and blood, there were also a large number of disgusting witches and insects, which were attacking the barrier. swim.
A meat ball exploded and polluted all the flowers and plants within a few hundred meters. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the spreading poisonous mist formed a isolation zone, making it impossible for the half-elf to continue chasing. Under the rain, every flower, grass and tree withered, and all kinds of dangerous voodoo poisonous insects were also crawling.
"It's amazing!" Dolores saw this scene from a distance: "As expected of the high priest of the shaman, if this blow hits a densely populated area, I'm afraid it can kill thousands of people at once!"
Chu Tian was also slightly surprised.
This shaman from the barbaric highlands really has two skills. His own cultivation is probably not lower than the fourth level of true spirits. Because witchcraft is too difficult to deal with, it may be difficult for ordinary warrior monks of the same level to compete with him.
Mars created the world for the shaman with one blow, and all the shaman retreated to the temple immediately.
The priests of the green field made their moves one after another.
Countless vines and green grass were infused with energy, and they all grew crazily like they were alive. They walked around like thick boa constrictors, sprinted and launched an attack. It was still a step too late, and the wizards retreated. The entrance to the shaman temple was protected by some kind of barrier , the priest of the green land has no way to cut open directly, countless vines can only wrap the whole altar layer by layer, so that the people inside cannot get out.
"Mars, all your plots have been exposed!" Clark shouted loudly: "Stop doing unnecessary needle pricks, you won't have any more chances!"
The shaman is trapped in the temple.
All of them were ashen.
Now no matter how slow the reaction is, I should understand what's going on.
The shaman's witchcraft has been cracked by the half-elf, and the shaman's plan must not be implemented. The shaman is trapped in the shaman temple. Although he can protect himself for a while by relying on the power of the temple, how can he stay here forever
The witchcraft that Mars had just cast was powerful, but obviously it was not lightly consumed. At this moment, he was panting heavily, his eyes full of frustration and anger: "Hateful half-elf, hateful Clark, if I catch him, I will use it Thousands of witches tortured him to death little by little!"
A green-skinned half-orc priest came over: "High priest, the priests of the green land have teamed up to seal the temple, we can't perform witchcraft outside, what should we do now?"
"The matter has come to this, we can't sit still." Mars said with a sullen face: "Use the altar to recover the strength first, and then kill them in one go, so that they understand that shamans are not so easy to mess with. Lutz, you will take me later." Charge, and I'll give you cover."
Priest Luz thought for a few seconds: "I have an idea that might be more beneficial to our situation."
Mars looked at the deputy, "Tell me about it."
"We can..." When Luz walked to Mars and was about to continue, a large colorful centipede emerged from his sleeve, shot out like an arrow, and directly bit the old troll's neck, " Kill you, then take your head and surrender to Greenland City!"
Urs let out a scream.
This centipede is a witch insect that Lutz has refined for many years. Even if an earth dragon is bitten, the voodoo can instantly make it fester all over.