In a miasma-filled mud and dust swamp, the Golems are surrounded by a horde of lizardmen who have poured out of their homes.
Unable to dissolve the hatred, the great war broke out directly!
The Witch had begun to command her army, interfering with the losing battle with brief group charm spells now and then.
The sorcerer danced a weird dance to release a group bloodthirsty spell, and a dozen or so berserkers formed spearheads with their humongous clan warriors, charging straight into the lizardman army to kill.
The warlocks on the second floor of the attic kept casting high-level destructive spells, the miasma ignited by infernal flames was accompanied by earth-shattering explosions, a sea of bursting fires engulfed the enemy troops whose gazes were horrified, and buckets of thick lightning split through the mud, ripping apart neat formations like plowing through the ground and lifting coke all over the sky.
She alone was hardened against the attack in one direction and even had room to support the other side.
And Witcher had long since disappeared into the attic.
Flying in mid-air, Eleazar's eyes suddenly widen before breaking through the miasma and falling from the sky.
The silver sword that was fully energized carried a terrifying light that opened up the sky, directly cleaving the Lizardman High Priest's reinforced flame shield into a sky full of sparks.
It tilted its body back in shock, only managing to offer one arm to block the silver light before hastily releasing a chi blast to blow the opponent away.
The petrified giant lizard underneath him only had time to glare and cast Petrified Gaze on Witcher who had fallen back more than ten meters away, before his body fell apart in vain.
The mount was somehow slashed by a time blade and then mercilessly dismembered by a timed outbreak of time rifts.
[Magic potion residue: 4070→3570]
Planted in the mud, the High Priest fluffed up and got up, his only remaining arm raising his staff and waving it over and over as his body backed up quickly.
Weak!
Bad spells are wrapped around the body!
Disease!
Poisoning!
Maelstrom!
Various curse spells were used in conjunction with the lunging Konoha, trying to quickly exterminate the assassin who had somehow gotten close.
The Witcher, who was solidified into a stone statue, was filled with blood and aura that ignited, and all of the negative effects suddenly faded away.
Then looking at the crowd of lizards that had already rushed in front of him, the palm of his silver ring-wearing hand was gripped horizontally at his waist, storing up his strength for half a second, and then a stream of crimson sword light swung out with a sea of dragon's breath, instantly igniting all the creatures within 50 meters of his body into ashes that flew backward.
[Residual magic potion: 3570→3004]
The moment he cleared his vision, two noiseless arrows silently missed his chest from his side ribs, and the titan's body couldn't even hold up against the frantically burrowing arrows.
Eleazar's feet stumbled a bit and he turned his head to look around with a face full of severe pain.
The two archers who had put away their longbows retreated into the shadows.
It's the two legendary shooters who whisked Fina up and down.
He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his suddenly icy vision once again fixed on that frantically retreating High Priest.
In the next second, the figure of burning blood qi dragged out a lightning-like red light to chase after him, letting the silent arrows that followed him like shadows do not enter his body, and the silver sword stabbed out heavily.
The Lizardman High Priest didn't have the reaction speed of a Legendary Archer, and it only had time to raise its hand, aim the ring that looked like a snake's eye at the Witcher, and infuse its entire body with magic.
Forbidden Spell - Destruction Ray (Fire)!
A finger-thick ray of light instantly penetrated the miasma at the end of his vision, far away somewhere.
Witcher, pierced by the beam of light, 'boomed' as a great fire that distorted the air enveloped his entire body.
The High Priestess had just breathed a sigh of relief when the fireman that had fallen in front of him suddenly rose again, and a bolt of silver light caught it off guard and split it in half.
"Fae... Die...!!!"
[Rewind: 8/9]
[Magic Potion Residue: 3004→2004] Inside the upper body that slowly sloped down, the head that was covered in scales was written with unwillingness.
To die together?
As soon as the high priest died, the few remaining sorcerers could no longer control the spread of the charm spell, and the lizardmen army began to rebel wildly at once!
The vanguard, which was all but closing in on that ever-retreating attic, turned its head and joined the army of defense.
The lizardman warrior who was leading his elite clan to break through was instantly pounced upon by countless of his fellow clansmen, and even though it swung its axe handle to resist and grabbed and threw one with its big hands, it couldn't stop the humongous clansmen from pouncing on it.
It wasn't until a dagger stabbed at its waist and ribs that it netted its side with an axe in its crimson eyes.
Fina in the attic finally caught her breath when she saw the battle begin to tilt, and she also stopped her evil energy pouring, then opened her True Eyes to look for someone on the chaotic battlefield.
Then she saw that the figure, stuck all over with arrows, was frantically chasing after the two frantically fleeing lizardmen archers.
In the center of the battlefield, the lizardman warrior was frantically slaughtering its clan, killing it to the point where it was in tears, eyes cracking in the eyes, and roaring in sorrow.
It wasn't like these lizardmen could be taken out of the swamp, so the witch had no intention of collecting them.
Wearing a bare linen shirt, the king's daughter, who had fought her way through the army of golems, suddenly realized that the pressure around them was diminishing, and as the sea of men pushed the few priests who had stood on the raised platforms, the blood-stained chain hammers swung up and more and more of their men were killed!
His magic potion was digesting like crazy.
A glorious victory!
Phyllis's body trembled violently, and even the sound of the bells shook incessantly, and in the mass of strange sights cast upon her in a flash, her eyes gradually turned upward, and the water trickled down.
"No... No, don't... Don't look at me... Don't look at me..."
Looking at the figure sprawled on the ground like an ostrich, Evelea blew her horn with an expressionless face, calming the surrounding tribal warriors who came over to her with wide eyes, only to have their veins burst instantly from the splash of water on their faces.
Their fight is over.
...
The Witcher, carrying two broken longbows, slowly emerges from the haze.
[Trackback: 5/9]
[Magic potion residue: 2004→4]
Oh, no...
The Transformation Ritual that was storming through his body was frantically urging him to complete the final digestion.
Eleazar just wanted to get out for a vacation and didn't think at all about getting promoted.
Back in the loft, his strange state immediately drew the attention of the warlock.
"What's wrong with you? God, you're so hot!"
Fina was surprised to withdraw her burned hand.
Eleazar blushes a bit in pain, "The magic potion is almost done digesting..."
"Never mind, just hurry up and finish the transformation ceremony, it's full of fae down there, you can't control it!"
The witch also hurried over, first checking it, then quickly said, "First restore normalcy, we'll talk about other things later, there's nothing else on Rune's side, it's just that there's an extraordinary amount of Transcendent Material!"
Hearing them both say this, Eleazar no longer holds back his killing intent and jumps straight down from the loft to help end the pain of the aching lizardman warrior.
[Magic potion residue: 0]
"Honey, bring back our pets too!"
When he was back to normal, the witch tiptoed upstairs again and yelled.
Eleazar then parted the crowd and led the pervert, who kept surging wildly from the attention he was receiving, away.