Chapter 22: Gargoyles! under

Seeing that Demps was already desperate, Roger turned around and left without hesitation, his figure flickered and blurred, just a blink of an eye and flew out, and disappeared in Yas's field of vision in a few breaths, although it was not the first time to see Roger's speed, but this young man still couldn't help but marvel, but he didn't forget the most important thing at the moment, and with all his strength, the long sword in his hand rubbed a piercing and sharp sound on the hard stone statue, leaving shallow white marks, Yas frowned slightly, this damage was nothing for a huge stone statue, not even enough to tickle.

On the other side where Demps was, there was a constant thudding sound of the sword falling on the stone statue, and the rubble was splashed everywhere, and the tremor of the stone statue could even be felt by Yas on this side.

Although the young mercenary has always been eager to prove that he has the ability to take charge in some way, he also knows the priorities, this is not his stage, and he will not continue to stay where he is and attack the stone statue... Or rather, let the white marks whiter, but walk near Demps and attack from the crack that Demps shook open.

In fact, the stronger Roger should have stayed here to help Demps, but a lone Yas suddenly ran out and asked the team to follow him, even if he took out a token to prove it, it was difficult to be completely convinced, and the second was that the team was not far from the stone statue, and the faster Roger could go back and forth faster, after all, there was a guy in the team behind who was not stingy with Demps in terms of pure violent demolition, and even slightly surpassed.

And soon, "that guy" has arrived.

"Commander, we're here!"

With this shout came not a familiar figure, but a huge black shadow that swept through the atmosphere and made a gas explosion sound in the air, the heavy giant shield was thrown out directly by the big man Dona, and smashed on the stone statue with the whistling wind, although the giant shield itself was not sharp enough, but with the support of Dona's brute force, it was directly inserted into the stone statue where Yas could only barely cut out white marks.

Seeing this scene, Demps's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity to swing the long sword in his hand continuously.

Click!

The long sword continued to rotate dexterously, and fell viciously many times around the place where the heavy shield was inserted, and after a while, after making an overwhelmed sound, the stone statue was particularly thick because of the crouching posture, and the whole right thigh of the stone statue fell down with the heavy shield of Duona, which destroyed the focus of the stone statue, and the hideous stone statue that was originally standing was unable to stabilize its body after shaking a few times, and smashed heavily on the ground.

Bang!

The stone statue with a loud noise splashed the little black liquid left on the ground, flew away and then fell to the ground with a clatter, and Demps, who was closest to him, did not blink, just stared at the fallen stone statue, until the water that blocked the view fell, and saw that the stone statue smashed a crack through the entire body of the stone statue because of his severed thigh, coupled with the force of the fall, and his face relaxed.

He looked at the stone statue that had absorbed the liquid that had fallen on his body, and landed on it with a sword, but this time he did not look for the weak point on the stone statue as before, but directly aimed at the neck connecting the huge head and body of the stone statue, and several swords fell, making a slight sound from the crack, obviously the structure inside was destroyed again.

"Dona" Demps glanced at the shield defender who was still adjusting his breathing, although the latter was still full of energy, but the blow just now was also a big drain on this big man who had been active at the forefront since the black mist monster and leech worm "You take the others to break this head, Dick, give the one over there a little too!" ”

"Okay, the little ghosts are all lying down for me!"

Dick, who had long been eager to try, roared, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and after rounding his heavy sword, he also threw it out as violently as the previous Dona, and the heavy sword roared in the air, and it was as faint as Demps's matching sword, and it was also an enchanted weapon.

However, the light is far less bright than Demps's long sword, this is not to say that Dick is reluctant to overdraw the life of his weapon, no matter how expensive the weapon is, it is a dead thing, and no weapon is worth his own life, even if he still has doubts about Roger's words before he comes, but seeing that Demps, who has always been calm, put on a look like a gambler with red eyes who is about to lift the table, he immediately understood the current situation, and Dick has to get through the danger in front of him no matter how much he has a small abacus.

And the reason for the dim light is also very simple, the strength is not as good as others, whether it is a sword or a person, although Demps's sword is only a shimmering long sword, but after all, it was once an heirloom of the nobility, and Dick, who was only bought from a black market merchant at a high price, of course, there is a gap.

Even so, if Sim sees it, he will roar and kill this European, the player has never bought normal things in the hands of black market merchants, and it is not necessary to pay several times the purchase price of repair costs, or it is simply a Xibei goods, or even unwashed stolen goods, and when it comes to it, you can write a "My ** Merchant's Years" of hundreds of thousands of words.

In short, the shimmering heavy sword grazed the top of the other people's heads, whistling and slashing towards the other stone statue, and penetrated deeply into the flanks of the stone statue in the sound of the rock cracking, and most of the sword body was gone, except for the hilt and sword grid still exposed.

"I, God, Dick, you, so powerful?!"

Brick, who has always been straightforward, immediately exclaimed in surprise, the heavy shield he took just now was only cut into a third, and the whole thigh of the stone statue could be cut mainly by the foundation laid by Demps's previous continuous attacks and the crack that followed the Tona to dismember it with clever techniques, and Dick, who had always been considered to be about the same strength as Tona, and even slightly worse, almost inserted the entire sword into it.

This is a little worse, it is even stronger than the strongest Demps Leader of the mercenary group!

"No, this, isn't this stone statue brittle?"

Dick was also a little stunned, the strong man scratched his head, no one knows his level better than him, it is possible to say that he is stronger than Tona, but that is only taking advantage of the weapon, to say that he can reach this level of strength is poor, then he himself is the first to not believe it, what are you kidding, what kind of mercenary if he wants to have this strength.

Cluck, cluck

A subtle cracking sound sounded, centered on Dick's great sword, the second stone statue began to shatter, and cracks continued to appear, but Demps's heart tightened, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked down at the black liquid on the ground, only a thin layer of liquid was left centered on the second stone statue, surging rapidly, and at the same time, there was also the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and others breathing a sigh of relief next to the stone statue on the other side.

Although Temples's knowledge of wizards was limited to the days he spent at the Frassell Hotel in Golden Harbour, and mainly from the mouths of the drunken wizarding apprentices who were each poured five or six bottles of tem, the wizards who were calm and mystical in the presence of alcohol and hot maids were no different from their mercenaries, or rather, drunkards.

But limited to their own strength and status, Demps heard more rumors about the wizards' various magical spells and how powerful they were, and there was not much valuable information, and even most of them had passed with time, but the creation of the wizards who ruled the sky, the gargoyle, left an indelible impression on him, because the next day the lord they escorted was attacked by unknown people, and the wizard lord who lived with them in the Frassell Hotel " For the sake of the friendly relations between the Wizarding Association and the Church of the Gods", generously lend a hand.

That was the first time he had seen a falcon, no, a figure that soared above the sky more nimble than a falcon, and now, with great sincerity, he prayed to the protector of all warriors, the banner of Karali, the god of war, Quironas, hoping that it would not be the last.

It was precisely because of that valuable experience that he was able to judge it at the first time

"This gargoyle is waking up!"

He shouted as he ignored the flying stones, the sword light shining a little starlight in the air, but instead of making the same thumping sound of the rocks as before, it was replaced by a sharp and piercing grinding sound, and at the same time, Demps also felt the tremendous force coming from his hand holding the long sword, which was the force of the shock.

However, he gritted his teeth and turned the long sword in his hand, another sword, but that was all.

“！！”

A silent roar came out of the open mouth of the stone statue, and some of the low-strength people in the mercenary group immediately felt a wave of dizziness attack, and their limbs were a little paralyzed, while other people with relatively high strength frowned, although it was not as obvious as those people, but they also felt an obvious sense of nausea, only Roger Dick and others could not be affected.

At the same time, Demps also felt a force coming from under the stone statue, and it was far beyond his imagination, no, it should be said that it was the kind of power he dared not imagine, the tall stone statue trembled, and the gray rock that had originally covered its body made a clicking sound, and began to accelerate and shatter along the crack they had made before, and continued to fall to the ground.

Demps knew that the best time had been missed, and sighed secretly, although the sword in his hand still did not stop swinging, and the strength was not half a point less, but there was no desperate will contained in it.

But it was better than facing two at the same time, and Demps let out a loud cry as he comforted himself, just as he did when he sensed something was wrong with the black fog at the stairs.

The rough roar that burst out of his throat seemed to come from the far far north of the cold plains, and the cold wind began to rage in the underground palace, which was the strong fighting spirit in the blood of the Enmozolla people who had fought against ferocious beasts and harsh environments since their ancestors, and passed on this skill in the passage of time, and at this moment this most primitive fighting spirit gave the others the most powerful support.

The battle cry is different from the most commonly used encouragement by magicians, it does not give fighting spirit from the outside, but induces the most instinctive desire to fight in people's hearts, so the effect is not a fixed value, it depends on different people, for example, if it is used in Enmozola and in the Tatano people who are peaceful in nature, there is definitely a considerable degree of difference, although most of these mercenaries are not a brave and ruthless people, but they have been wandering between life and death, and the blood that can be stimulated is naturally beyond ordinary people, Therefore, the effect is also extraordinarily good, although it cannot be said that it has completely resisted the impact of the roar, but it has been weakened a lot, and those who are seriously affected can also cheer up and continue to fight at this time.

Fortunately, their leader is Demps, if it were another person, even if he was also a bronze mid-rank, it would be difficult to use the second warcry in such a short period of time, and the power may be different in Anrendale, but whether it is a wizard who controls arcane energy, a shaman who wields elemental power, or a shadow warrior who lives in the shadows, they all have one thing in common when they use their power.

That is, the same skill is difficult to use again in a short period of time, or it takes a buffer time to use, according to the theory of wizards, if the energy is released again after the last skill is released, because both the body and the magic pattern are taking the same route, it will conflict with the remaining fluctuations of the last release, not only can not successfully release the skill, but also bring damage to the user because of the conflict of energy, lighter is serious injury, and serious, more terrible than death!

Of course, it's just difficult, it's not impossible to do at all, for example, an important specialty of spellcasters is fast spell casting, which can effectively shorten the buffer time, as for the higher-level extremely fast spell casting, not to mention spell bursts, and there is also the most common way, which is to shorten the time by practicing a certain skill for many years.

These theories are the native explanations of Anrendale, and the players of Chim have a more understandable explanation, skill cooldown, and in this way, Demps's performance is easier to explain, nothing more than high proficiency and high skill level, so the CD time of skills is short.

Although it's not a big deal to say this, but as a warrior of the wild road, there are very few auxiliary skills cultivated to such a point in the entire southern realm, after all, the auxiliary effect of the battle cry is more for the group, and there is no significant improvement in individual ability, don't look at the mercenaries seem to be chic and happy, but no one wants to be a lifelong knife licking blood, the best ending for a mercenary is to be regarded by a big man as a servant, and secondly, you can enter the army or the temple as a guard. At worst, even if you become a city guard, only being a mercenary for a lifetime is something that no one will consider.

And the skill of group support such as warcry is really not much in the warrior profession, but any magician, the shaman can throw him off I don't know how many streets, there is time to practice this, they might as well delve into their own combat skills, maybe in which mission will be favored by a big man.