Wonderful Reading, All In, Nameless ()

The screams that echoed in the square gradually subsided.

As the life force of another victim was infused, the portal stretched out in all directions again, expanding large enough to allow the Dreadlord to pass through, and the violent energy at the edge gradually calmed down, like a wound that was gradually draining blood.

Hatis folded his hands in his sleeves and watched quietly. Although he was tasked with summoning the Dreadlord named Malganis, he was very suspicious of working with demons as a necromancer, not a warlock. Hatis has always disliked creatures that are difficult to control, and a Dreadlord is clearly a step further than "hard to control". He knew his men felt the same way, though no one would be stupid enough to show it.

For now, at least, their goals are the same.

The Plague Dogs were closing in on the few captives that had been left again. There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and several people squeezed backwards with their hands and feet, but more people just stood numbly in place, neither dodging nor screaming, completely desperate. This time, it was an unfortunate woman who was picked out nearby and driven to the smiling butcher. She shuddered, strode stiffly and awkwardly forward, stepping over the stumps and pools of blood left behind by some of those trying to escape, stumbling over a shriveled corpse, and then suddenly breaking down and crying.

The necromancer in charge of the command frowned, and the leading plague dog approached, erecting the bone spurs on his back and baring his teeth in intimidation. When it found that this did not work, it angrily shaved the ground with its front paws, grinned, and threatened to bite

An arrow went head-on into its mouth. The arrows pierced directly through the reinforced skull, emerging from the back of the head. The force even dragged the beast from the ground, and it stood on its back legs for a few seconds before it collapsed with a bang.

In these few seconds, a series of water arrows fell on the other plague dogs at the same time. One was beaten into a sieve on the spot, and the other two dodged in disarray, dragging their deformed legs and broken tails in the direction of their owners. A blue light quickly passed under their feet and rushed to the other end of the square, followed by a dense and loud "click", and large chunks of ice grew from the ground at a rapid speed, forming a thick wall between the captives and mages, and freezing all objects standing in this path.

Three plague dogs remained standing beside the captives, but their attention was drawn to the rustle of the grass beside them. A mechanical chick jumped out of there and rushed in front of them on its toes. The plague dogs stared at the lifeless but moving creature in bewilderment, and it wasn't until it slapped one of them in the face with its wings that they were sure it was an enemy, and they immediately roared and pounced. But the mechanical chick slipped out from under the fangs with agility, and unlike the one under Tarummere that was improvised with copper ingots, bolts, and a handful of black powder, it used emerald, a dash of Mithril, and two afternoon tea sessions. Although it still didn't meet the original standard of the blueprints, it could handle three energetic, angry half-grown boys, and it was able to deal with three stupid dogs that were big and bulky and had no boots to protect their toes.

It was only then that some of the captives suddenly realized their great opportunity. He cried out at a low voice, "Run!" Then he rushed to the nearest hedge and stumbled through it. The people who were still stunned saw someone taking the lead and immediately followed. Even the woman who fell to the ground was dragged away by someone with a hand.

No one was available to stop them from escaping. The plague dogs and the mechanical chicks are chasing each other, and the chickens are flying and the dogs are jumping. At the other end of the square, Hades had already reacted when he saw the sudden arrow. Without thinking for a second about the captives, he shouted, "Protect Lord Marganis!" ”

What's more important is to protect the portal. The undead army teleported from Northrend is the key to their control. Stabilizing the portal requires the Dreadlord to focus on it. Since they didn't choose to use a temporary portal to get a limited army, but greedily decided to tear out a permanent spatial rift once and for all, they had to make sure that this long and delicate operation was not disturbed.

Unlike trained soldiers, necromancers, accustomed to solitude, do not react consistently when they hear a warning. Some immediately cast protective spells on themselves, others began to evoke the piles of corpses on the ground. One of the latter was shot through the throat with another arrow, disturbing the minds of those nearby. But it was still the majority who succeeded, and many of the corpses began to staggered up from the ground.

The sound of ice condensation sounded again, and the frost full of magical power spread across the ground, swallowing the unawakened corpses and the awakened undead. However, some of the undead who were not completely frozen struggled to respond to their master's orders, and finally managed to break free from the thin shackles by tearing a part of their bodies.

Hades frowned at the little army of disgrace, but he and some of the necromancers were already at the top of other schools before they joined the ranks, and they weren't without minions to drive them to take matters into their own hands. He threw a shot of an arcane missile in his hand and watched as it flew into the trees and crashed into something, the energy that burst out scorched the surrounding hedges, revealing the assailant.

He had to say that he wasn't surprised to see Gianna Proudmoore and her water elemental standing there. After learning that Antonidas' apprentice was investigating the villages in the north, Hatis did not believe that she would leave Stratholme and return to Dalaran as she claimed. It would be strange if she wasn't as keen as her teacher to stick her nose out and spy on other people's **.

Prodmore reacted quickly and fled with a flash, dismissing all attacks from the other necromancers behind Hatith. Her water elemental slid towards them with the creature's characteristic unhurriedness, and after withstanding several waves of attacks, it exploded, drenching everything around it.

When his vision was blurred by the icy water, it was purely a gut reminder that Hatis teleported himself out of the way, not even having time to think about the risk of misalignment. Then he looked sideways and saw a hapless colleague who had been knocked out of the way, spun in the air for a few weeks, and finally hit the ice wall headlong and slid silently to the ground.

The initiator easily controlled the inertia with just one roll, and then pounced on the other person by crouching. Crossing the shoulder of the unfortunate, Hatis saw a familiar face. Intentionally or unintentionally, the other party was also looking at him, and at the same time, he broke the neck of the prey at hand without blinking. He then threw the corpse behind him to act as a shield, blocking a few shots of shadow corrosion, drew his sword with his backhand, and cut off a head with a neat and sharp face.

With the right timing, an experienced spellcaster can play with his enemies at will, from a distance. But to remain calm when you face to face with a fighter requires an extremely impressive mental quality, and only a handful of them can get away unscathed. As a result, the necromancers scattered in terror like a flock of sheep that had been rushed in and pounced on by wolves. The black-armored warriors took the opportunity to catch them one by one, smashing bones, crushing heads, throwing arrows, and accidentally injuring them when casting spells at close range, the chaos only lasted for more than twenty seconds, but in the end, only half of them escaped.

By the time they finally distanced themselves and turned back to finish off the enemy, the warrior had already trapped himself in a pile of undead, cunning the corpses to shield himself from spells. The necromancers tried to instruct the undead to make way for themselves, but their attempts were almost futile. The gladiator fiddled with them as easily as marbles, pushing back the undead who pounced on him, and pulling the backward ones back to his side. As a result, the necromancer's attacks from afar were firmly blocked by his own minions, and the tenacity for which they were so often praised was in despair.

Despite the stalemate over there, Hades couldn't spare time to help out for the time being. Proudmoor enters the arena again with a newly summoned water elemental, intent on freezing him into ice cubes. Although she has not yet escaped her apprenticeship, she has shown abilities to be on par with that of a full-fledged mage. After a few attempts, Prodmore realized that he was unlikely to be able to finish him off right away, and rather shrewdly turned his attention to Malganis. The Dreadlord, who was pouring his power into the portal, sensed the danger and cast a warning look at Hatus. The latter had to brace her spirits to be able to interrupt her magic in time.

So, for a moment, he ignored the small group that was stumbling and approaching left and right. It wasn't until the gladiator leaped out of the grass like a beast out of the grass and pounced on the Dreadlord that Hatis realized his mistake. Ignoring that he would be caught by Prodmore, he hurriedly threw out a spell, and some of the necromancers in the distance also caught up with this opportunity. Most of their attacks were missed, but three or four of them found the target that had lost cover and knocked the fighters out of mid-air.

Despite this, he just rolled on the ground, and then jumped to his feet as if completely unaffected, and rushed straight for Marganis. The threatened demon immediately put aside his duties and grabbed the weapon stuck at his foot and swung it. The warrior's footsteps didn't slow down, and he slammed straight into the massive weapon, but at the last moment, he used a sliding shovel to pass under the blade and nimbly circle behind the Dreadlord.

He threw himself on Malganis's back, climbed on its shoulders through the bulge of his armor, and stabbed his sword hard. The steel sliced through the dreadlord's hard, strangely patterned skin, and it didn't take much to break through it. The gladiator let out a howl of rage, even completely overpowering the Dreadlord's cry of pain, as if he was the one being attacked. The demon cursed, twisting and turning, trying to throw him off and grab him with its claws. The human grabbed its horns, stepped on its shoulders, kicked its outstretched claws away, and continued to dig the broken sword into the wound. Mundane metal crumbled in the confrontation of tough flesh and brute force. Fragments flew in all directions, clanging the warrior's armor, and some of the wounds were quickly corroded by demonic blood.

The necromancers watched the chaotic struggle in amazement, and no one dared to risk being injured by mistake to help. Only Hatis remembered his former rival, and he turned to look for it, only to find that Prodmore was gone. He was stunned for a second, then suddenly shouted, "Portal! ”

The necromancers, whose vision was blocked, were all startled. Some hadn't even reacted to the danger yet, but the strong fluctuations in arcane energy alerted them right away. Marganis roared, spread his wings and leaped into the air, a tumbling that finally threw the human on his back out. But it was too late, Gianna Proudmore stood on the other side of the portal, and opened her hands at it, and a series of spells released by hastily calculated runes accurately hit the spatial rift that had taken the lives of many innocents to build.

The structure, which had been stabilized, collapsed again. The space itself unleashed its rage, tearing the rift into a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, and the void energy poured out wildly, and the surrounding scenery quickly blurred, proving that even the light itself was being distorted and then exploded.

The mages scrambled to shield themselves against the powerful impact and splashes of sand and ice. Hatis didn't stand far enough and had to bend down to keep his feet on the ground. It took a dozen seconds for him to straighten up again, and found that the surroundings were already staggering, and almost everyone had to get up from the ground before they could do something, and it was only him and Proudmore who were standing all the time.

"Enough! I'm going to slaughter you all! ”

Marganis's roar came from behind, completely losing his previous composure. Hades vaguely remembered that it didn't seem to hit the ground when the explosion happened, and told himself that it was best not to turn his head to look behind it.

The gladiator, who was also rising from the ground, remained in a half-kneeling position and turned his head to glare at Prodmore, who immediately stepped back. Hades was about to stop her when the warrior raised his hand and pulled a necklace of beast teeth from under his armor

And then ripped it off.

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