"who I am... ... "
"Where am I... ... "
"What am I doing..."
"... Wait... Who is standing in front of me... A heavy-armored warrior... Is he my enemy? But he So strong, he must be the Slayer who has released the third level seal... But what did I do... Me, I knocked him into the sky, and then... caught him Seize his legs... Tear him in half... Why... Why do I become so powerful... Is it because... ...Is it because of that mask..."
At this time, Goron's heart was calm, without any emotional ups and downs. He could see the images of the battle, hear the sounds of crying and screaming, smell the blood and gunpowder smoke, and feel the blood splashed on his body. Kind of warm. He knew that he was fighting now, and his opponent was a well-trained and well-equipped legion. Facing such a powerful opponent, he even had the upper hand... But what exactly was going on? Goron felt like his soul was possessed by someone else, observing himself from an outsider's perspective.
Everything unusual seems to have started when he put on that mask...
That voodoo mask he had been wearing for a long time had nothing special about it.
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In the Haishiwan tropical rainforest, many primitive tribal civilizations like to use voodoo masks that are carved from hardwood or bone, decorated with a few bright feathers, and finally painted with bright totem patterns by tribal shamans or witch doctors. Although from the perspective of human magicians and magic scholars, this kind of rubbish product with rough workmanship and no aesthetics does not have any useful magic elements attached to it, and it will not have any strengthening effect on the user, but the tribal people believe that The voodoo mask will bring you precious luck and the courage to fight without fear of death. Worst of all... these hideous and terrifying masks can also intimidate opponents.
There seems to be nothing special about the mask in Goron's hand. Except that it was made by the little centaur Yalta Thunder Trample, and it is suspected to be inlaid with two poisonous snakes of the beautiful snake spirit, the other places are the same as ordinary ones. There is no difference between the voodoo mask, but after Goron put on the mask, he only felt a huge force suddenly filling his body. The blood power from the ancient demigod Gorul in his body exploded instantly. The most important thing is ... ... That long-lost sense of physical comfort. At this moment, Goron knew that he had finally returned to his true form ... a "black-handed ogre".
Although he said that, there were no mirrors on the battlefield, so Gronn couldn't see that his current appearance was actually far different from his original ogre posture. And in the eyes of others, the monster in front of them looked nothing like an ogre, but a bloodthirsty beast, a white demon, that sprang out from the gate of hell.
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The monster roared, tearing the living bodies in front of it into pieces like confetti and leaves. Even the most powerful warrior and leader of this unit, the heavy-armored warrior Squadron Captain Weisshauer, personally greeted him, As a result, in an instant, the pale giant hit him with an elbow into the sky, then grabbed his legs and tore them in half...killing him instantly.
You must know that the armor on Captain Weishall's body is two inches thick. The two-inch-thick heavy armor made of Mortlo steel cannot be shattered even by dwarf artillery bombardment from the front. In previous battles, Weishauer The place where Howl is is like there is an extra moving wall. The rain of guns and arrows is like nothing, giving people an inexplicable sense of security. Not long ago, when those evil ogres bombarded them with portable artillery they had never seen before, they were beaten so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads. As a result, it was Captain Weishall with a heavy-armed rifle. The elite corps, armed with three-layer tower shields, marched step by step, advancing step by step, exhausting the opponent's ammunition reserves before opening the battle and establishing a chance of victory. But now, this invincible super warrior who had broken off the third-order seal like the God of War was torn apart with his bare hands like a turkey at a carnival before their eyes...
Mister, the military mage who accompanied the men in black robes, had been gloriously promoted to the top leader of the army after Weishall died in the battle, but there was no joy in his heart. The monster was clearly aimed at them. The guy turned a blind eye to the huge target of the ogres that were close at hand, but focused on attacking his own troops. Although those evil and ugly ogres and the vile and dirty prostitutes were a little overwhelmed by the appearance of this monster. , but no matter how stupid these guys who have been forced into a desperate situation by their own side are, they probably won’t take the initiative to attack the monster. This operation is secretive and important, and there must be no room for error. Thinking of the Lord’s bad temper and confrontation The cruel determination of the incompetent and the loser. Mist gritted his teeth and took out a gold-rimmed sheepskin scroll from his arms. His face showed a look of reluctance again, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and chanted the activation spell. Text, the magician tore up the scroll in his hand. The next moment, a strong sense of oppression suddenly came from the sky. A meteorite with a diameter of five meters and burning with golden flames passed through the space wall distorted by magic. He smashed it directly towards the pale giant...
Although the pale giant transformed by Gronn was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, its sense of crisis was extremely keen. He immediately discovered the threat from the sky, and then dodged sideways at a lightning speed.
Although the flaming meteor exploded a mushroom cloud tens of meters high on the ground, and the gravel was scattered like shrapnel from artillery shells. Many black-robed warriors who were too close were beaten to bloody pulp, but for steel, copper and iron bones, For the pale giant, as long as it is not directly hit by a huge flaming meteorite, such a blow can be completely ignored.
Seeing this scene, Mister Magician, who had exhausted all his magic power and was too weak to stand up, showed a cruel and proud smile: "You think... you think I paid a huge price to be able to activate it. Is the fifth-level magic, 'Hellfire Divine Weapon' that simple? The white monster will make you experience despair and terror in just a moment!"
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Faced with the smoke and dust that completely obscured his vision, the pale giant did not relax. Instead, he hunched over as if facing a formidable enemy and stood ready. There were heavy footsteps in the thick smoke, and every sound seemed to make the earth tremble with it. , golden light shines through the thick smoke and dust, and a huge human figure can be vaguely seen approaching.
A gust of sea breeze blew by, taking away all the smoke and dust, and finally completely exposed this huge figure.
A hellfire divine soldier whose whole body is burning with flames...
The flaming meteor summoned by the magician Mist just now is not the third-level fire attack magic "Fire Meteor", but the fifth-level earth and fire dual attack spell summoning compound magic - "Hellfire Divine Weapon", a huge flame After the meteorite hits the ground, it will directly transform into a rock puppet giant whose body is burning with flames and continue to destroy the magician's enemies. The giant puppet, whose whole body is burning with magic flames, is almost immune to all types of magic. Facing this five-meter-tall rock puppet, physical attacks have very limited effect. In other words, in addition to speed and attack range, the Hellfire Divine Soldier is almost indestructible and invincible. Even if it faces the "Fifth Level War King", if its attributes are restrained, it is not completely impossible to win.
The trump card at the bottom of the box turned out to be this genuine fifth-level magic. The origin and identity of this great magician was once again greatly reduced. The fifth-level magic scrolls are already national strategic reserve resources. Every fifth-level scroll is in Royal Magic. It is registered in the guild, let alone the price. Any private buying and selling behavior and public use are illegal.
In any case, after using his trump card, Magician Mist no longer cares about the outcome of this battle. The Hellfire Divine Soldier, which has a strength close to the fifth-order war king level, has the remaining summoning time after crushing the pale giant. It was also enough for it to completely smash the last defensive line of this haunted gold mine. Those ogres who had used up all their artillery ammunition were defenseless against the Hellfire Divine Soldiers. As for those trash ji/women, they were close to the Divine Soldiers on the 5th. Within meters, they will be directly roasted into mummies by the hellfire radiation.
Therefore, when Mist saw what happened next, he fell into a state of trance and was completely unwell...
Facing the Hellfire Divine Soldier who was much taller than him, the pale giant suddenly looked up to the sky and howled wildly. His mouth was wide open, as if he was sucking something, and then an incredible scene happened... . The blazing flames burning on the Hellfire Divine Soldier were actually sucked into his mouth. Without the protection of the flame, the Hellfire Divine Soldier was nothing more than a dark rock puppet.
After devouring a large amount of magical flames, the pale giant seemed to be very satisfied. He stretched out his limbs and screamed loudly again, and his body gradually grew larger amidst the screams. He was originally three or four meters tall. In a moment, Later, it actually grew to more than seven meters tall, like the legendary Behemoth, completely suppressing the Hellfire Divine Soldier that had lost its flames in size.
After turning into a real giant, there is no longer any suspense in the remaining scene. Like a naughty boy destroying a sand castle, the pale giant used his fists to smash the rock puppet in front of him into a piece no larger than the size of his fist. Gravel.
The corners of the magician's mouth were crooked, and his saliva flowed out unconsciously. He didn't even need to shout out the "retreat" order, and the frightened people in black robes had already begun to flee. Finally, his personal bodyguard did not forget his boss. He was picked up and disappeared from the battlefield in the blink of an eye...
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"What did you say? The enemy retreated!"
In the basement of the haunted gold mine, Cassandra, the big boss of the old street, and Tarkin Hillman, the goblin businessman, could hardly believe their ears. Under their urging, the hot girl, panting and covered in mud and blood, came here. After regaining his breath, he continued: "Yes, that's the case. Just when we couldn't hold on any longer, a terrifying white demon suddenly appeared on the battlefield. He was as tall as a giant and stronger than those ogres. He was a Man, just drive away all the enemies, no, scare them away~~~!”
The big boss and the goblin businessman looked at each other in confusion. The two people, who had been working together for a while, instantly saw in each other's eyes that both of them knew nothing about this so-called "white devil".
"What happened to the giant now? Is he gone? Did he attack any of our people?"
Facing the big boss's three consecutive questions, the face of the old street girl suddenly became very strange. After a moment, she answered: "The white giant seemed to have fallen into a coma from exhaustion after driving away the enemy. Now he is Guarded by ogres and..."
"And what's wrong?"
"And... He, he... He seems to be our 'King of the Backstreets' who has been missing for a long time!" r1152
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