The explosions of fierce battles resounded throughout Ascala, and uncontrolled energy rippled over the city, forming a variety of colorful colors, beautiful but deadly.

The battle between legends is no less than a medium-sized magic war, and by the time they reach the legendary level, the casters already have a wide range of high-ring magic, and powerful legendary mages can learn legendary spells that destroy the world. Melee pros are also very fierce when they reach the legendary realm, the great whirlwind of the sword master and the sword qi can chop everything in front of them into pieces, and the barbarian's fierce blow after three rages can knock the entire street down. When it comes to legends, the original restraint of all professions is no longer as obvious as before, and everything still depends on their own talent and strength. Just like Nights and Arcanis, they are both natural killers and fighters, their level of understanding and compatibility with this profession is unparalleled, and they are also just entering the legend, Nights can make great achievements, and Arcanis can assassinate priests who are almost the same as their own professional level with one sword.

Acoste and his party happened to be passing by the docks.

This side of the dock is not at all as prosperous as it used to be, and the ground is littered with corpses, one side for the belief of the priesthood who does not care for their lives, and the other side is the necromancer who has already died once and has been resurrected. The two sides went back and forth, and each one was crowded together like a numb machine.

Acoste saw a paladin who was grabbed by an arm by a ghoul, and the seriously injured paladin did not retreat to the rear to heal, but laughed and went deep into the enemy line, and then there was an explosion of positive energy in the dense undead! A zombie troll's pus-covered body is full of weapons, but he still manages to bite a young priest to death before he runs out of soul energy.

This kind of opposing war does not distinguish between good and evil, and they only end deliberately when all the people on one side are dead. The blood that remained on the pier pooled and flowed into the sea like a small stream.

Bloody pestle, hell on earth, nothing more than that.

Acoste's gaze did not linger on the battlefield in the slightest. The half-elf only glanced up at the lich who was performing a duel of spells like a god in mid-air, and then withdrew his gaze.

The lichs in this world are almost the same. They are even more difficult to distinguish than dwarves, because the lich is simply the skeleton of bones under the ornate robes, how different are the bones of living beings? At least Acoste doesn't tell the lich much by his looks.

But the half-elf below can still be sure that this lich is not the one he wants to kill in his system task, not only because the other party is a legendary figure and the lich he saw last time is a high-level spellcaster, but more importantly, because the other party has substantial negative energy. This is how many ordinary people you have to kill, how many souls you have collected to form a momentum, the other party is definitely an old lich, compared to the lich he met in the Thousand Needles Forest, the latter is simply weak.

"Roar." A vampire appeared in front of them at some point, and at this moment, they who were praised as nobles of the night no longer had their original elegant appearance, their dresses had long been torn and tattered, and their neat big backs were now erected like Saiyas. The body was even more miserable, his white skin was all charred black, if it weren't for the vampire's regenerative ability comparable to that of a troll, maybe he would have died in the chaos.

The vampire saw that Acoste and the others who were wandering outside the battlefield did not speak, but instead rushed up with a beastly roar with a pair of scarlet eyes. Acoste didn't even raise his eyelids to look at the other party, and just walked straight over.

Just as the crazy vampire rushed in front of Acoste and the others, a dagger with magical light passed through its heart, and the vampire looked behind in disbelief, Ling didn't know when she appeared there, only to see her holding the hilt of the sword in her bare hand and twisting it one by one, and the vampire's heart was instantly shattered.

Dongfang Maiji glanced at the vampire's corpse indifferently and hid in the shadows again.

Before the inauguration of the loiter, Ling's stealth and latent sneak attack skills were no worse than any loiter of the same level, and now that she is a loiter, Ling is even more like a fish in water, and the level of the loiter is also rising like a boat, and now Ling is a level 13 Oriental Dancer/Level 8 loiter. If there is no halving penalty for the part-time level, Ling is now also a legendary professional.

The vampire's attack was like a signal, and after the vampire died, the other necromantic creatures didn't know why they all crowded over to the side of the Scarlet Frost Flame Adventure Team, Acoste's eyes became colder, and there was nothing on his people that attracted undead creatures, and now this strange scene happened, someone must have done it deliberately. It's not difficult to create this effect, as long as a small three-ring magic spell charms the undead. At this time, the half-elf looked at the priests who were struggling to kill, and their expressions were not good, not everyone in the priesthood had a dedication spirit of helping others and putting others before themselves, the forest was big and there were all kinds of birds, and there were always some people with evil intentions or greed for life and fear of death mixed in.

It is naturally impossible for Yacoste to be used as a gun by the other party, and seeing that he is about to be swept into the chaotic war group, Yacoste and they are not keeping a low profile to preserve their strength. The dwarf Kogan roared angrily and turned on his berserk skills, and his strength increased dramatically, wielding a war hammer and moving two small short legs to open the way, where the hammer came, no undead creatures could resist Kogan's power, and they all lost their gravity and flew upside down as if they had been hit by some huge beast. Li Qing guarded the rear of the team, and all the necromantic creatures who dared to step forward were beaten into a sieve by the swift fists of the warrior monks.

Juggernaut is the fastest class to draw weapons, while Warrior Monk is the fastest class to shoot with bare hands.

The Warrior Monk is a class that focuses on perception, and their agility is not outstanding, but the Warrior Monk has a special means to temporarily bless the perception attribute on the agility attribute. Li Qing will naturally have this killer feature, but he basically doesn't have many opportunities to show it.

The group quickly broke through the dock area, and as soon as the necromantic creatures saw a few people walking away, they did not continue to pursue, but refocused on the side of the priesthood, and began a new round of non-stop fighting.

Acoste and the others also walked towards the city gate area, which was the last place they had listed as possible storage relics, and the final outcome of this adventure depended on whether or not it would be successful.