At this time, many adventurers of the Blood Elf Alliance almost gritted their teeth and greeted the entire family of the unknown priest, but they were completely powerless!

The adventurers of the Wind of Roses are like tigers in the flock, and they already know that they can only survive for one more minute, so they must do everything in their power to get their money back!

Just the first wave of magic bombardment caused tens of thousands of adventurers in the Blood Elf Alliance to hang up, and many mages with a long enough range even crossed the range of four or five hundred yards, and threw magic into the adventurer cluster farther away, and when this group of melee adventurers rushed into the crowd, it was even more out of control!

The screams of the adventurers who died on the battlefield were endless, and the dazzling white light was like fireworks, densely rising, mixed with dense magical flames, ice, and brilliant arcane blue light, the whole scene was extremely shocking, because, in that light, I don't know how many adventurers' deaths per second were represented!

The entire tribe was silent at this moment, and many adventurers even felt a sense of powerlessness like prostration, looking at the adventurers of the Blood Elf Alliance who fought on behalf of the tribe, they could only accept the slaughter from the enemy motionlessly!

This reminded them that before Ashur appeared, because of a covenant battle, the adventurer troops of the Blood Elf Alliance had been slaughtered by Naxxramas once, but that time, they were because of a bet, but this time, they were forced! Originally, when the adventurers of the Blood Elf Alliance were controlled, many people in the tribe did not have a sense of tension, because it was very simple, they saw that the adventurers of the empire were also controlled.

But when Ashur appeared, a magic unleashed to directly save tens of thousands of people from the stiffness, the adventurers of the alliance went crazy, crazy that they had such a powerful number one master, while the adventurers of the tribe were desperate.

In terms of military power, the two demigod beasts of the Tower of Dusk almost suppressed the six prophets who had been shattered, and on the battlefield of adventurers, because of Ashur's intervention, the balance of victory tilted again!

Their fate seems to have become difficult again!

Asher was suspended in the air, his robe swaying in the wind, looking at the situation below, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then raised his head and looked at the sky, the golden eyes that had been staring at him for a long time.

This pair of huge eyes suspended in the sky, appearing out of thin air, like the eyes of God, without the slightest emotion, calmly looking down, the dazzling golden holy light on it is constantly circulating, around the holy light, the dark shadows are also constantly wriggling, illuminating the entire dark sky as if it were day!

The Glory Fortress of Dorot, the sky-high flames rendered the sky red, like a blood-colored sunset, the mythical phoenix Nerkana lay on the ground, and around her, half of Dolot's buildings were burning in flames, constantly roaring, and then collapsing—

The entire orc main city, which was originally like a monstrous beast, is now in a mess, and there is not even a single life that still exists, whether it is adventurers or the army, they either left the battlefield to hide, or they died under the flames of the heavenly phoenix!

The Dragon Splitting Emperor half-crouched in front of Nercana, the orc's tiny body was nothing compared to the huge phoenix, he gasped for breath, and put the battle axe in his hand on the ground, and the flames on Nercana's body on the opposite side were also swallowed and spit out like breathing, obviously both of them were resting and accumulating strength.

Above the sky, there were two adventurers suspended high in the air, far away from the phoenix flames.

After the death of Ashur's doppelganger, the Dragon Splitter Emperor and Nerkana, Hanser was completely idle, the madness was already dead, and it would take a while to be resurrected, he had no opponents, it was supposed to be the time to leave, but the battle between the mythical phoenix and the orc emperor was not always there, so Hanser stayed, quietly watching the development of the battle.

On the ground below, the Split Dragon Emperor gasped, but Nerkana on the other side had already recovered, her burning wings propped up her body, and the raging flames surged again, and the fierce phoenix eyes stared at the Split Dragon Emperor, slowly approaching.

The Split Dragon Emperor smiled bitterly, the red light in his eyes gradually fading, and he was getting out of his madness.

After all, Nerkana is a creature, and she is also one of the strongest phoenixes among them, and the Dragon Splitting Emperor is far behind, even if he is crazy, he can only fight on a par, and when the madness time is over, he is the one who will fail.

Nerkana's eyes shone with hatred, the phoenix's self-esteem was actually much stronger than that of the dragon, the moment the dragon emperor's flying axe pierced her wings, it was doomed that the orc in front of her must die, and in the battle with the mad orc mythical powerhouse, her life-fighting style also caused her great damage.

But, now, finally, it's time for her to win!

Nerkana couldn't wait to use her own flames to drown the orc in front of her under the scorching flames of the phoenix, and turn it into ashes in the raging flames.

At this moment, Nerkana suddenly froze, and then turned her head suddenly, and the huge phoenix wings set off a soaring flame in the air, regardless of the Split Dragon Emperor behind her, her entire body was facing the rear, and then, she instantly erupted with a phoenix roar containing madness and rage!

Behind her, a flame was like a phantom of the wind, mixed with a wave of rushing heat, madly rushing towards Nerkana, in the flight, a huge phoenix phantom, floating behind, the flames rose violently, and the loud phoenix roared through the heavens and the earth!

Above the sky of the Dark City, there were layers of thick dark clouds, and in the lightning and thunder, the already strange and cold Undead Main City was reflected extremely hideous.

The adventurers in the Dark City have retreated to the outermost periphery, and even many adventurers have run out of the city to hide, because in the center of the city, there is a battle of the highest level since the opening of the Kadolin mythology, on one side are the two demigod beasts belonging to the Tower of Dusk, and on the other side are the six famous prophets of the tribe.

It is said that it is the six great prophets, but the situation on the field is that only the beast soul shaman prophet is struggling to support it.

The huge body of the Sea Lord Barak was covered with hideous and terrifying scratches, and wounds tens of meters deep were revealed on its body, and a little bit of green blood flowed down, falling to the ground and emitting poisonous white smoke, Barak opened his hideous mouth wide, spit out the snake letter in his mouth, and made a creepy hissing sound.

In front of it, the Beast Soul Shaman was half-kneeling on the ground, snorting and panting, his two arms, one of which was dripping with blood, and the other was completely empty—torn by the rampaging sea beast Barak!

Above his body, nine long snake heads circled and corrected, the triangular snake heads grinning wide in front of him, spitting out colorful snake letters, which also hissed.

The fighting style of the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet is very special, he and the Great Map Teng Prophet are the two strongest of the six prophets in the battle type, in terms of attack power alone, even the Order Guardian Prophet is not as good as the two of them, the whole body of the Great Map Teng Prophet is tattooed with complex and different totems, when fighting, he will activate several totems at the same time to dramatically increase one of his abilities in a short period of time.

And the combat power of the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet comes from these wild giant beasts, some are similar to the druids, each kind of giant beast transformed by the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet has different abilities and disadvantages, which is equivalent to a different form, and when the giant beast he transforms into is injured, his body will also suffer equal damage.

Beamon's behemoth form is naturally extremely violent, but its single combat ability also determines that it is impossible to deal with a demigod dragon at the same time as Barak.

In the mythology of Kadolin, the strongest group combat ability and one-to-many combat power is undoubtedly the Hydra Monster, which has nine heads and can cast nine different talents at the same time.

In the sky, Landnaru levitated above the sky, flapping his wings, and then slowly landed, his huge body fell to the ground, and the sea lord Barak, one after the other, wrapped the beast soul shaman in the middle, the huge body of the three-headed demigod beast, almost filling most of the Undercity.

Prior to this, it was two demigod beasts and three mythical dragons, and at the same time they besieged a beast soul shaman prophet, and the combat power of the two mythical dragons of Flame and Kloclus was not covered, and the spirit that Telegosa could use as a mythical weapon was naturally not ordinary, under such a siege, not to mention the beast soul shaman prophet, even the order guard prophet could not stand it at all.

First he was forced into danger by the breath of the three-headed dragon, then he was attacked by Landnaru and a mouthful of frost breath that froze his Beamon Behemoth Beast Beast Soul, and then the Sea Lord Barak ruthlessly tore off the front paws of the Beamon Behemoth! The Beast Soul Shaman Prophet was also torn off his right arm in an instant!

The entire Dark City was quiet, all the tribal adventurers were a little silent, watching the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet in the distance fall into a desperate situation little by little, two demigod beasts surrounded the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet, above the sky, the three mythical dragons had completely disappeared, Friend Habat held the Dragon's Wrath Orange Staff, flying in the air, looking down at the battle situation below, he held the orange staff tightly, and looked at the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet with bad intentions, as if he was looking for an opportunity to sneak attack.

"Dead rider, be careful!" At that moment, a series of exclamations rang out from the communication crystal of the Tower of Twilight.

The Death Knight who controlled Landnaru turned his head suddenly, and the huge blue dragon also turned his head to look behind him, only to see a sudden explosion in a ruin not far away, and then the huge gravel was pulled away by life, and the great map Prophet covered his head with one hand, lifted the stone slab with the other, and crawled out of it.

Landnaru immediately raised his wings and turned his body to face the Great Map Teng Prophet, who had just walked out, his eyes were still a little unclear looking at everything in front of him, and then he struggled to take out a bottle of bright red as blood potion from his backpack and drank it in one go.

The Great Map Prophet and the Soul Guardian Prophet were both brutally beaten by the Ring of Arthas before, and were beaten by two demigod beasts, and only now that the Great Map Prophet was out of a weak state.

"We have to fight quickly, the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet is about to die, but if the Soul Guardian Prophet recovers after a while, we will be difficult to fight, and the three-headed mythical dragon has disappeared." Artoria, the Golden Knight, said at the Communication Crystal of the Tower of Dusk.

"Blade, don't worry about the big map Teng Prophet, while he hasn't fully recovered, let's hurry up and kill the Beast Soul Shaman Prophet!"

"Yes, as long as we hurry up and grab a wave, it's fine, just ask Asher to come over and control Barak to cooperate with us."

The Death Knight was silent, his gaze wandering over the two prophets, pondering which one to kill first.

If the adventurers of the Kadolin mythology knew what they were thinking now, I am afraid that most of them would be angry and vomit blood, and now that they are still fighting for the epic or even legendary level, these god-level masters of the Tower of Dusk have begun to combine and think about which demigod to kill!

It is true that demigods are very unprovoked, and for adventurers, this is almost a fantasy level, but Asher has already torn the veil of the mysterious power of demigods before, proving that as long as there is a strong ability, even a god of slaughter is not impossible.

The group of adventurers in the Tower of Twilight, as long as Asher said that something could be done, they absolutely believed that this was a tacit understanding and trust that had been cultivated for a long time.

If you don't hurry up and kill one now, when the Soul Guardian Prophet also recovers, two to three, the battle situation will not be easy to say.

Altaïr was standing on a collapsed ruin in a stealth state, paying attention to the battle in the Undercity, behind him, the ghost king was also in stealth, the ground where the undead thieves were standing, as always, was covered with ticking blood, the two had decided to defect from the tribe after the battle, naturally there was no need to burden everything in front of them, on the contrary, the two thieves who did not have much sense of belonging to the camp were a little excited to see the Tower of Dusk gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Altaïr?"

An abrupt sound interrupted Altaïr's thoughts, and the undead thief instantly turned around, and the demonic strike in his hand instantly spiraled, holding it in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to launch a shadowwalk attack on the person who made the sound.

For a thief who is accustomed to taking the initiative in stealth, suddenly hearing someone call his name obviously has spotted him, no matter how powerful the thief is, the first reaction must be panic.

This doesn't mean timidity, it's just a habit.

But before he could attack, he found that his body could no longer move.

A man with a priest's staff standing in front of him, her staff resting on the ground and emitting the shocking ripples of the law, a priest dressed in a snow-white priest's robe with golden inscriptions, was looking at him with a smile.

"You're not ......" Altaïr was slightly stunned, and the soul fire in his eyes beat violently.

"Don't rush to attack me just yet." The priest said lightly.

Behind him, the figure of another undead thief ghost emerged, holding a one-handed sword and trying to attack the priest's neck, but now his face was full of incredulity, and his whole body was frozen stiffly.

"I said, I have a way to give you two the strength to kill the Great Map Teng Prophet, are you willing to kill him?" The priest looked fixedly at Altaïr, who was not far away from him.

"You ......" Altaïr was completely stunned, and the ghost was stunned.

Kill the Great Map Prophet? In this world, I'm afraid there are only two adventurers who dare to say this, one is Asher, who has a record of slaughtering gods, and the other is the death knight who holds Landnaru, both of whom are from the Tower of Dusk, and as for him, Altaïr?

After getting the Mythical Double Dagger and successfully advancing to the Epic level, Altaïr had a very clear understanding of his own strength, among the epic adventurers, he definitely belonged to the top group in terms of combat effectiveness, and the thief and mage themselves were recognized as the two strongest classes in the adventurer battle.

But to the upper demigod-level prophets? He also understood that he had a few catties and a few taels, the killing blow and the demon attack were indeed very strong, and these two mythical daggers were ranked among the top names even in more than fifty pieces of mythical equipment, and they were not much stronger than the little dove's blessing.

But after all, he didn't have a death oath like Asher, and he didn't have the terrifying bonus of four mythical equipment, he was still 108,000 miles away from killing the prophet, but now, this priest said that he had the strength to kill the great map Teng prophet.

The pastor said no more, just looked at them with a faint smile.

"The priest who used the oracle shock in the Cursed Lands is also you!?" The ghost looked at the white-robed priest in front of him, and a terrible thought suddenly burst into his mind, and he said in shock.

"Yes, it's me." The priest nodded.

The two thieves fell silent again, and the minutes passed.

At one point, Altaïr suddenly looked up.

"Why should I help you kill the prophet of our tribe?"

"Because the dagger in your hand is doomed, the tribe will no longer be able to accept you, after the end of this war, even if you don't take the initiative to defect to the camp, you will be permanently wanted, the tribe has long since not belonged to you, and you have long since ceased to belong to the tribe." The priest said with a smile still on his face.

"As far as I know, Killing Strike is a blood-drinking dagger, it will become stronger through stronger people with stronger blades, and now Killing Strike is only a mythical elementary, you are only an epic beginner, and the Killing Hunter you are transferring to also needs to kill stronger creatures to advance." The priest tapped his finger to his lips and said thoughtfully.

"You...... How do you know my profession? Altaïr was completely stunned.