"Go to hell!" Joffrey looked crazy and tore apart a magical scroll of the Finger of Death. These spell scrolls can greatly reduce the magic power consumed by the mage in casting spells. And as an imperial prince, how could he have the nerve to go out to meet people without carrying dozens of sixth- and seventh-level spell scrolls
Therefore, from this perspective, Joffrey's combat effectiveness is actually not too far behind Annelotte.
In just a minute or two, Joffrey had already used four or five seventh-level spells and a dozen sixth-level spells. But after transforming into a half-werewolf, Kordak is like a swift forest wolf. He can always dodge spells at the last moment, and then roars at him like a wild beast, seeming to really want to rely on his teeth. Bite Joffrey's throat out.
But Kordak is not a beast. He just chose a beast-like fighting method in order to gain the fastest speed and strongest strength. In order to achieve this effect, he must treat himself as a beast, move like a beast, dodge like a beast, attack like a beast...
But in fact, Kordak actually still has a human mind, but now his thinking is on the verge of collapse due to anger.
laugh!
The finger of death failed to hit Kordak, it just grazed Kordak's left rib. But Kordak, who was half a werewolf, became even more excited because of the pain. His legs suddenly exerted force and he rushed towards Joffrey.
Joffrey gritted his teeth and used one leg to dodge, but as a mage, he was clumsy. Although he narrowly avoided Kordak's forward attack, Kordak's sharp nails still left marks on his face. Three bloodstains.
"Hell!" Joffrey yelled. He turned his head and looked at Agnus and the others who were stunned, and then shouted loudly: "Come over and help me quickly, or I will make you look good!"
Only after hearing the shouting did Agnas and others react, but they seemed very hesitant. Because Kordak looks like a beast at this time, and Joffrey is still at a disadvantage now. If the imperial prince dies, what will happen to them who provoked this beast? So now they are constantly torn between fight and flight.
Agnas gritted his teeth and then rushed forward. He still remembered Joffrey's words. The fate of his family was still controlled by Joffrey. If he still wanted them to live a good life, he must fight now.
Agnas couldn't stop Kordak in his rampaging state, but there was a high-level mage standing behind this knight. Agnus simply delayed Kordak for four or five seconds, and then a fireball from Joffrey came over.
His attack did not consider the life or death of Agnus who helped him at all. He just wanted to kill this crazy Kordak.
boom!
Both Kordak and Agnus were blown away by the fierce flames. Agnus hit the tree due to the huge force, and then the stubborn and dull middle-aged knight could no longer restrain his body. Injured, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Kordak on the other side seemed much more flexible. He relied on his fire attribute to block most of the damage from the fireball technique, and then adjusted his posture in the air so that he could land on all fours to relieve his inertia. Then his legs exerted force again, and the strong man rushed over like an arrow from a string.
"Ahh!!!" Joffrey roared in despair, and he tore open a golden scroll. On that scroll was engraved an eighth-level spell - Big Worship Vajra Palm. Annelotte once used this spell to knock away the Red Flame Magician with the Green Flame Fist in one blow.
"Ouch!!!" Kordak also let out a soul-stirring roar. He let the fighting spirit come out from his whole body, and he looked like a self-immolating man wrapped in flames and rushed towards Big Bai Vajra Palm. .
Kordak swung a fist about the size of Enelise's head, then swung it away with all his strength.
Breakthrough...
Kordak's fighting spirit burst out again the moment he punched, and he reached level seventeen. This improvement gave him extra strength. Because of this, the power of Kordak's right fist surged, and his fist hit the Big Bai Vajra Palm like a burning red meteor.
boom!
The violent energy collision caused a big explosion, and a blast of wind was generated between Kordak and Bigbai Vajra Palm. It destroyed nearby trees and even overwhelmed several pursuers brought by Agnas before they could escape.
The flying snow and dust gradually fell. At this time, Kordak was already lying on the ground. The hair on his body had faded, and it seemed that he had returned to his human appearance.
Joffrey sat down on the ground as if he was exhausted. Although they were all scrolls, so many high-level scrolls together did consume a lot of magic power. The Big Buddha's Vajra Palm just now was his last blow, but fortunately, this move killed the rampaging guy.
Joffrey looked at his right leg. It had been completely broken from the middle of the calf down. The dense white bones and shredded flesh made people shudder. But as a mage, Joffrey knows many spells for renewing limbs. When the time comes, let the Court Mage Association handle it, at least he won't lose a leg. However, the shame Kordak brought to him was something Joffrey couldn't bear. In his heart, he was viciously planning how to deal with this guy when he returned.
But at this moment, there was another noise not far away.
Joffrey looked up in horror, and then he saw Kordak staggering to his feet again like a zombie. What's even more frightening is that in his hand, he already holds the giant sword that Rondo threw on the ground before he died!
"..." Kordak said nothing, and even had no expression on his face, but he did not stop. He climbed up like a zombie, and limped forward like a zombie. , and dragging a huge sword weighing dozens of kilograms in his right hand.
Apart from the occasional sound of wind, the only sound in the entire forest was the sound of the giant sword rubbing against the snow and Kordak's staggering footsteps. The strange thing is that although the footsteps are intermittent, they never stop.
This terrible sound finally aroused the deepest fear in Joffrey's heart. He looked at the expressionless Kordak, and then backed away in horror: "No! Impossible! How can you stand up again! Impossible! do not come!"
"I heard it..." Kordak said softly, with blood and tears on his face, as if he was speaking to Joffrey, but also as if he was mumbling to himself.
"I heard... Londo was calling me, he... told me... to kill you..." Kordak said as he continued to limp forward slowly. He was seriously injured and couldn't walk fast with such a heavy sword.
"Kill you..." Kordak murmured: "Use this sword, kill you... Give my brother... revenge... Use this sword... So I have to stand up no matter what... because of my brother … is calling me…”
"Don't come over! I can give you gold coins! I can give you tens of thousands of gold coins! Don't come over!" Joffrey said in horror as he backed away: "Or something else, status? Women? Anything! I am the prince of the empire, the empire Great prince! Future king! I can give you anything you want! As long as you don’t come over!”
"I just want one thing..." Kordak was only four or five meters away from Joffrey. He struggled to control his body and squeezed every ounce of his strength to move forward.
"What is it? Tell me and I will give it to you! As long as you don't come over!" Joffrey screamed desperately.
"Your..." Kordak looked at Joffrey, then raised his brother's giant sword high: "What a damn life!!!"
"Ah!!!!!!" The desperate roar echoed throughout the forest.
Ding!
Kordak's last sword, which he devoted all his strength to, was bounced away by a wooden spear that was simple in shape and even looked a little old. But the strange thing is that this wooden spear did not add the slightest trace due to this blow.
Kordak turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance. His skin was dark and his gray hair was slightly bald. There were not many wrinkles on his face, but every wrinkle looked as hard as a knife carved on a rock. And clear.
"Pfft..."
Kordak spat out a mouthful of blood, which might have some internal organs mixed in it, but he couldn't care less. The blow just now had used up the last of his strength. He looked at the middle-aged man, then his vision went dark and he fainted.
"Heh...hehehahaha...ahhahahahahaha!!!!" Joffrey giggled like an idiot because he was suddenly rescued.
The middle-aged man looked at the people nearby, finally assessed everyone's injuries, and then started his work without saying a word.
He put away his wooden spear, then walked to the most seriously injured Kordak, and then he inspired his fighting spirit. That is fighting spirit shining with golden light, holy fighting spirit!
No! This is not only holy fighting spirit, but part of his fighting spirit itself has even been transformed into the purest holy energy - holy light!
Under the illumination of the holy light, any living creature will quickly regain its vitality. Even Warcraft was no exception, so Kordak's expression softened in a short time.
After confirming that Kordak's life was not in danger, the middle-aged man walked to Agnas, who was the second most seriously injured, and continued to treat him.
After Joffrey smiled enough, he turned to look at the middle-aged man. After realizing something, he carefully took out the dagger from his arms, and then touched it towards Kordak, who was still unconscious.
"For the sake of the Holy Light, don't do this." Although the middle-aged man did not look back, he still noticed Joffrey's little move.
"I am the prince of the empire! I can do whatever I want!" Joffrey barked like a dog whose tail was stepped on.
"I'm sorry, your identity doesn't work for me. And I think your brother is better than you in terms of politeness, isn't he?" The middle-aged man was not afraid that Joffrey would suddenly kill Kordak with a knife. Still there to heal people.
"Why are you here? Wandering Holy Spear!" Joffrey asked through gritted teeth.