"To hell with it!" Joffrey looked frenzied as he tore open a magic scroll of the Finger of Death, which greatly reduced the amount of magic power consumed by the mage to cast spells. And as the prince of the empire, how can he be embarrassed to go out to meet people without carrying dozens of six- or seven-level spell scrolls on his body?

So, from this point of view, Joffrey's combat power is actually not too far from that of Annelot.

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 was like a swift timberwolf, always dodging spells at the last minute, and then roaring like a beast and pounced on him, as if he really wanted to bite Joffrey's throat with his teeth.

But Kordak wasn't a beast, he just chose a beast-like fighting style in order to get the fastest speed and the most strength. And in order to achieve this effect, he must think of himself as a beast, move like a beast, dodge like a beast, and attack like a beast......

But in fact, Kordak actually still has a human mind, but now his mind is on the verge of collapse due to anger.

Laugh at!

The Finger of Death misses Kordak, it just grazes Kordak's left rib. But the half-werewolf Kordak became more excited by the pain, and his legs jerked forward towards Joffrey.

Joffrey gritted his teeth and dodged on one leg, but as a mage, he was clumsy, and although he narrowly avoided Kordak's lunge, Kordak's sharp nails left three bloody streaks on his face.

"Hell!" Joffrey yelled, turning his head to look at the stunned Agnus and the others, and then exclaimed, "Come and help yet, or I want you to look good!"

Agnus and the others reacted only after hearing the shouting, but they seemed very hesitant. Because Kordaq looked like a beast at this point, and now Joffrey was at a disadvantage. If the prince of the empire were to die, what would happen to them if they provoked the beast?

Agnus, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He still remembered Joffrey's words, his family's fate was still in Joffrey's hands, and if he still wanted them to live well, then he had to fight now.

Agnus couldn't stop the rampaging Kordak, but behind this knight stood a high-ranking mage. Agnus simply delayed Kordak for four or five seconds before a fireball from Joffrey blasted over.

His attack was completely unconcerned about helping his own Agnus, he just wanted to take out this crazy Kordak.

Rumble!

Both Kordak and Agnus were blown away by the fierce flames, and Agnus crashed into the tree with great force, and then the stubborn middle-aged knight could no longer restrain his wounds, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

On the other side, Kordaq was much more flexible, shielding most of the damage from the Fireball Technique with his Fire Attribute Fighting Qi, and then adjusting his stance in the air so that he could land on all fours to relieve inertia. Then he exerted his strength again with his legs, and the strong man rushed over like an arrow from a string.

"Ahhh!!h Annelot once used this spell to knock away the Red Flame Sorcerer with the Green Flame Fist in one blow.

"Roar!!" Cordak also let out a breathtaking roar, he let the fighting spirit come out of his whole body, and it looked like a ** person wrapped in flames rushed towards the Bigbai Vajra palm.

Kordaq swung a fist about the size of Innellis's head, and swung it out with all his might.

Broke through the ......

Kordak's fighting spirit exploded again at the moment of his fist, and he reached level seventeen, and this time the ascension allowed him to gain extra strength. Because of this, Kordak's right fist skyrocketed, and his fist struck Bigbai's palm like a burning red meteor.

Rumble!

A violent collision of energies caused a massive explosion, and a blast of wind was generated between Kordak and Bigbay Vajra's palms. It destroyed the nearby trees, and even overwhelmed a few of the pursuers brought by Agnus before they had time to escape.

The snow and dust had gradually fallen, and Kordaq was lying on the ground, his hair had faded, and he seemed to have regained his human form.

Joffrey sat on the ground as if he had collapsed, although they were all scrolls, but the combination of so many high-level scrolls was indeed very mana-consuming. That Bigbay Vajra palm just now was already his last blow, but fortunately, this move took out the rampage guy.

Joffrey looked at his right leg, which had been completely broken from the middle of the calf down, and Sensen's white bones and shredded flesh were chilling to look at. But as a mage, Joffrey knows a lot of spells to renew limbs, and when the time comes, let the Court Mage Guild deal with it, at least not lose a leg. But the shame that Cordak brought to himself was something Joffrey couldn't bear. He was viciously thinking about how to deal with this guy when he went back.

But at this moment, there was another sound 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 terrifying is that in his hand, he has already held the giant sword that Rondo threw on the ground when he was dying!

"......" Cordak didn't say a word, and he didn't even have an expression on his face, but he didn't stop his steps, he crawled up like a zombie, and limped forward like a zombie, dragging a giant sword weighing dozens of pounds in his right hand.

Except for the occasional sound of the wind, the only thing in the forest was the sound of greatswords grinding in the snow and the sound of Kordak's staggering footsteps. Hell, despite the intermittent sound of footsteps, it never stopped.

This terrible voice finally aroused the deepest fear in Joffrey's heart, and he looked at the expressionless Kordak, and then stepped back in horror: "No! How can you get up again!

"I hear you......" Cordak said softly, as if to Joffrey, as if muttering to himself, with blood and tears on his face.

"I hear you...... Rondo was calling me, and he ...... Call me...... Kill you......" Kordak said as he continued to limp slowly. He was seriously wounded, and he couldn't walk fast at all with such a heavy sword in tow.

"Kill you......" Cordak muttered, "with this sword, kill you...... To my brother...... Avenge...... With this sword...... So I'm going to stand up anyway...... Because my brother ...... Call me ......"

"Don't come! I can give you gold! I'll give you tens of thousands of gold! Don't come here!" Joffrey said in horror as he stepped back, "Or something else, status? woman? anything! I am the prince of the empire, the prince of the empire! the future king! I can give you whatever you want! as long as you don't come!"

"I just need one thing...... Kordaq was only four or five meters away from Joffrey, and he struggled to control his body, squeezing every ounce of strength he had to move forward.

"What's it? tell me, I'll give it to you! as long as you don't come!" Joffrey screamed in despair.

"Your ......" Cordak looked at Joffrey, then raised his brother's greatsword alofer: "Dog !!"

"Ah!!!!!h

Bite!

The last of Kordak's last sword was bounced off, and it was flicked off by a wooden spear that looked quaint and even a little old. But strangely, the wooden spear did not add the slightest trace from this blow.

Kordaq turned his head, and he saw a middle-aged man who was not good-looking, his skin was dark, his gray hair was slightly bowed, and there were not many wrinkles on his face, but each wrinkle looked as hard and clear as a knife carved into a rock.

"Poof......

Cordak spat out a mouthful of blood, which may have been mixed with fragments of internal organs, but he couldn't care about it anymore. The blow just now had used up the last of his strength, and he looked at the middle-aged man, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted.

"Huh...... Hehehaha...... Aha!!!" Joffrey let out an idiot-like giggle at the sudden rescue.

The middle-aged man looked at the people nearby, finally judged everyone's injuries, and then went about his work without saying a word.

He put away his wooden spear and walked over to the most wounded Kordak, who was then whittled his fighting spirit. It was a fighting spirit that shimmered with golden light, a divine fighting spirit!

No, this is not only the Divine Fighting Qi, but a part of his Fighting Qi itself has even been transformed into the purest Divine Energy - Holy Light!

Under the light of the Holy Light, any living creature will quickly regain its vitality. Even Warcraft was no exception, so Kordak's face softened in a short time.

After confirming that Kordaq was not in danger of life, the middle-aged man walked to Agnath, who was the second most seriously injured, and continued to begin treatment.

Joffrey had laughed enough and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, and after realizing something, he carefully pulled out the dagger in his arms, and then touched it towards the still unconscious Kordak.

"Don't do that for the Light's sake. Although the middle-aged man didn't look back, he still had insight into Joffrey's small movements.

"I am the Prince of the Empire!, do whatever I want!" cried Joffrey like a dog with his tail stepped on.

"I'm sorry, your identity doesn't work for me. And I think your brother is better than you when it comes to politeness, doesn't he?" the middle-aged man was not afraid that Joffrey would suddenly swing his knife and kill Kordak, and still be there to heal people.

"Why are you here? Wandering Holy Lance!" asked Joffrey, gritting his teeth.