The imp quickly chanted a spell, and the gnoll immediately burst into flames.
The gnoll howled but did not retreat. Instead, it became even more insane. It screamed and swung its club again. Jes raised his sword and deflected the club to the side. However, this slight movement made his entire right arm almost lose consciousness. The sword swayed and fell to the ground.
When the gnoll fighter saw Jes lose his weapon, he laughed and was about to swing his club at Jes's head. Jes quickly cast the Fear spell. Immediately, the gnoll's smile disappeared on the spot. He was stunned for a moment, his shoulders trembled twice. Jes took out a gold-plated dagger from behind his waist and thrust it into the gnoll's lower jaw from below. In an instant, it pierced through his mouth and came out from the side of his lip.
Jes pulled out the dagger and thrust it into the gnoll's eye socket again!
These two stabs were extremely fast. Only then did the gnoll suddenly come to its senses from the shock just now. Roaring in pain, it rolled off the city wall. However, Jes hadn't had time to pull out the dagger stuck in the eye socket.
"My... this!"
This dagger is still worth a lot of money.
He watched as the gnoll fell into the forest. Another pair of stupid and dull eyes on the nearby city wall lifted up from below and saw him.
"Ah!"
The imp shouted. Jes turned around and saw that a gnoll on fire had grabbed Thaernor and lifted him up. Jes picked up his long sword and rushed over with a quick step. He chopped off the gnoll's arm and kicked it off the city wall with a hard kick to its cheek.
The imp shook off the gnoll's claw and excitedly shouted: "The master still cares about me. The master doesn't want me to die!"
"Be careful!" Jes shouted. However, the gnoll that had been staring at him had already pounced.
Seeing the gnolls climbing up the wall of the watchtower in groups, Jes and Thaernor could not possibly hold them back no matter what. Suddenly, Thaernor chanted a completely different spell.
A burst of intense combustion exploded in Jes's right hand. He found that his sword was actually on fire!
"The master has been strengthened. Go ahead!" Thaernor cackled strangely.
Strengthened?
After this sword was on fire, Jes indeed felt an inexplicable courage swell in his heart.
The fire whimpered and was so bright that it was dazzling. But as he looked at it, he felt as if he could see the souls flickering inside.
Holding the hilt with both hands, Jes rushed in front of the two gnolls and swung hard. The one behind was startled by the burning fire. When it retreated, it actually fell over again.
Some gnolls tried to circle around to the back. Jes turned around and swung at them again. These newly arrived gnolls were immediately frightened and retreated several steps until they were against the city wall.
They seemed to be extremely afraid of this roaring fire and dared not approach it at all. Even those who were still approaching were now hesitant.
Jes knew why. This fire was not ordinary fire element. It was contaminated fire manipulated and inspired by an ominous power.
And the courage that suddenly arose in him just now was probably not the courage that burst out when facing the enemy. Instead, it was the chaos and bloodlust brought by the infusion of demonic power.
Every time he swung his sword, he could hear the strange sound of the fire scraping against the air like a wailing cry. And the little demon behind continuously used sacrifice to ignite those gnolls who were already frightened, further intensifying the eerie atmosphere at the top of this watchtower.
Somehow, he wanted to embrace this madness.
Because these gnolls wanted to kill him, wanted to strangle his neck with a rope, wanted to chop off his hands and feet, and wanted to pierce him from mouth to back with an iron rod and roast him to eat.
They wanted to occupy the stone fortress and kill all the humans here.
And Jes would never allow it.
He wanted to kill these monsters, burn their fur, chop their hands and feet. These half-dog-half-human beings who thought they were clever didn't deserve to live at all.
A surge of hatred welled up from his heart. Looking at these humanoid monsters with stupid eyes, deformed bodies, and extremely uncoordinated movements, they seemed like a complete mistake hybridized for some twisted reason. He raised his long sword. The fire on the sword surged like a scorching wind surrounding his body. Even the excited shouts of the imp were drowned out by the wailing cries of the evil fire.
The storm of flames gradually darkened from its original bright color, turned red, and revealed a strange purple glow.
"All of you die!"
Jes's speed was so fast that even he couldn't believe it. With one sword thrust, he directly pierced a gnoll's skull. The gnoll's head burst open with a sizzling sound of frying meat. Juice splattered everywhere. Jes pulled out the sword sideways and directly chopped into the shoulder of another gnoll. The sword continued to cut into its chest. The smell of charred flesh filled his nostrils.
"You wanted to kill me, right? Now who's dead?! Where are your heads? Where are your hands and feet?"
Jes kept repeating his shouts. In just a few strokes, he chopped the gnolls that had already climbed up into pieces, turning them into a mess of rotten flesh and ashes. He swung his sword countless times until he looked around and couldn't see anything standing anymore. His feet were already covered with minced meat and severed limbs. The frightened wails of the gnolls were endless.
Everything seemed to be quiet again.
At this time, Jes heard the noisy sound of horse hooves approaching from afar. The blowing of horns overwhelmed all the strange cries of the gnolls.
The monsters retreated, fleeing like crazy. Some were even so frightened that they directly jumped into the forest from the city wall. The few gnolls in front of Jes also took the opportunity to flee. They were already on the verge of collapse. They must be fleeing because they were afraid of those cavalrymen and the return of the main force of the stone fortress. Jes told himself this.
The corpses, severed limbs, and the gnoll corpses with only half a body in front of him were all burning with black and reddish evil fire.
He rushed up and kept stomping on them until he extinguished all these fires. However, at this moment, only one word remained in his mind - Shadowflame.
Is this Shadowflame?
Theoretically, it's impossible.
Shadowflame is the breath of the black dragon. It is the scalding lava spewed out by the black dragon contaminated by shadow energy.
And he was just an ordinary human being. And Thaernor was just a weak demon. How could they create such an evil fire element disaster?
A simple guess is that the imp ignited his sword, and the shadow within him contaminated the imp's evil fire. Eventually, it formed a shadow fire similar to the breath of a black dragon.
But before he had time to consider the feasibility of this, he felt extremely exhausted and his head was throbbing terribly.
After all, his body simply couldn't withstand such a violent battle. This was just a short-term overdraft.
"Master?" Thaernor asked tentatively from behind. Jes supported his forehead and turned around. Looking at the imp, he had never seen the other party look so cautious. He leaned against the battlements. At some point, some obvious or faint blood vessels had surfaced on his skin. His brain buzzed with the beating of his heart.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his right hand. The pain was so intense that he dropped the sword to the ground. At some point, this sword had become black and bent. Even the crossguard had been burned and deformed, scalding his index finger and the web of his thumb.
Jes watched as the skin on his hand gradually changed color under the corrosion of this shadow. He fumbled through his clothes, looking for something to bandage it. But then he realized that this kind of shadow burn was useless even with bandaging.
"Master, take it. Let me drink it!" The imp held a bottle of shadow protection potion in his hand and said, "This is the only bottle left, master!"
Jes snatched the medicine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. Leaning against the city wall, the sour and spicy taste in his throat immediately made him much more awake.
The intense pain of the shadow corrosion on his hand was relieved a lot. The evil fire burning in his chest also gradually extinguished.
Although the continuous damage was eliminated, the burn mark already caused on his right hand did not heal.
He stared blankly ahead until the scorching night cooled down and the human voices in the stone fortress gradually overwhelmed the strange cries of the gnolls.
"Did you send the signal?"
Jes suddenly looked up. At some point, several soldiers were already standing in front of him. The imp was gone.