Chapter 8 This Shaman Knows Martial Arts
Wait for it to get up and look back.
It turned out that the great shaman Chen Xuyuan had already shot again.
In the distance, a ball of blue light emanated from the palm of a human shaman's hand again, and a hideous lightning arrow blasted in, directly blasting through the flesh membrane of its bat wings, making its wings a few leaky skeletons, completely turned into decorations - it was not used to fly.
Then.
What followed was a "soul purification" that dispelled the blind fear of the crowd, and he then ordered aloud: "All the people form a formation to deal with the hell man-faced wolf, and I will deal with the werewolf priest!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly recited the spell, and in an instant, he cast two group spells, Healing Rain and Heroism, one after another.
The soldiers felt a fever all over their bodies.
First, I felt the vitality of life gushing out of my body, and the pain of the battle was relieved, and the leather armor and heavy weapons tightly wrapped around my tired body seemed to become light.
The body feels light and agile like a jungle fawn.
What's even more amazing is that the soldier's thinking speed has been strengthened, and he feels that the swift figure movements of the human-faced wolf on the opposite side seem to be less difficult to capture.
I thought it was terrifying just now, but now I suddenly found that it was just a magic beast with a little magic ability.
The soldiers' bodies were filled with mixed and surging magical powers.
Their eyes were filled with the courage to fight, and all fear and retreat were swept away, and they quickly assembled into several rows in front and back, spearmen and sword and shield men against the backs of their hands, fearlessly snarling and attacking the great Purgatory Man-faced Wolves, pushing them together.
The spear arrays on both sides are like the stitches of a sewing machine, constantly poking out, bringing out the blood marks from the wolf's body!
Even if such a wound could only cut through the skin of a magical beast, it could not withstand the increasing wounds, the blood that flowed and the strength of the physical strength that had diminished.
"Uhh......hh
Grigor heard a familiar scream from beside him.
When I turned my head to look, my eyes suddenly split.
It turned out that I don't know where to run out of a majestic orangutan, like a human.
The monkey held what seemed to be a long stick that had been transformed from the Tongue of Fire totem, sweeping his legs and spraying flames, interfering with his daughter Cloney's footwork, and matching with the Knight of Fidelitas' attack, allowing the knight to slash into her left collarbone with a sword.
The soldiers around her took the opportunity to stab their swords and spears into her flesh, which caused her to let out a desperate and dying howl.
In the cold wind of the night.
The cold temperature blew on his face, and Grigor was furious.
The clamor and howl of wolves around have begun to decrease, and several columns of soldiers next to them have completed the liquidation of other werewolves and are moving towards this side, trying to cooperate with the caravan guys who have run out to wipe out the remaining werewolves in the encirclement!
Dressed in thick layers of hard leather armor and wielding axes, maces, swords, shields, and spears, they rushed towards them from all directions, shouting loudly!
At the head was a tall human knight, roaring hoarsely in the wind: "Kill them, eat them, victory is ours, wolf meat is ours!"
The humans howled with great excitement: "Eat them! Eat them......
They scrambled to run and shout frantically: "Victory is ours, meat is ours!"
......
All of Grigor's clansmen and men were dying, and even his most valued daughter was impaled in multiple places and fell to the ground.
All the death!
The Purgatory Man Wolf on the side lost the ability to fly, and was also resisted by the human shield array, and was already covered in scars, and was about to fall to the ground and die.
Finally.
There was a hint of desperation on his face, and then despair turned into hysterical resentment!
It prays madly to the god Nagothic Aru:
Flesh and blood stalkers, devouring all things, harnessing the prophets of darkness!
Thy servant is always prostrate at thy feet, the glory of victory is dim, I will sacrifice my life, I will sacrifice death and fear, and give me the last strength!
In an instant, the god responded to him in the soul of faith—an incomparably deep dark divine power that came from an unknown god who rejoiced in killing.
The shadow flame in Grigor's hand emitted a strange black light.
Within half a breath.
It burned directly from his arm all over his body, forming a tidal wave of flames.
Those black flames, violently like boiling oil in a hot pot, were splashing everywhere.
The whole person is like the incarnation of evil fire descending from the abyss, and the evil energy gushes and volatilizes along the whole body.
The price is all his life force.
After being sacrificed.
Grigor felt his life burning, so he didn't waste half a second.
Rushing straight to the leader of the human shaman, Chen Xuyuan came desperately, and Chen Xuyuan was not timid.
At this time, whoever retreats will let the other party take the opportunity to form a powerful fighting momentum to suppress their own side.
But he didn't hard-connect either.
Instead, he used light footwork to wander, waving a double-headed stick, and at the same time unfolding the drunken eight immortal stick method of Buddhism.
Shake out the shadow of a heavy stick, as if to point at the other party's eyes, neck, wrists and other parts!
As long as he tries to find out the flaws of the other party's moment, he can turn the virtual into reality and go straight to the dragon!
However, as a werewolf, Grigor also reacted amazingly with the blessing of divine power, and several consecutive attacks were quickly blocked - but only to see the claw sticks intersecting, without any force, as if the stick body was as soft as a noodle, but it accurately blocked its attack.
The lightning energy carried by the "Storm Strike" on the stick has been extinguished by the opponent's evil flame.
For a while, it stirred up a crackling flash of energy.
Meantime.
Grigor wanted to repeat his old trick and release a large swarm of shadow insects to attack him, but he was blocked by Chen Xuyuan's continuous large [Fire Tongue Technique].
He was like a standing pine.
But seeing Chen Xuyuan stabilize the center of gravity of his waist, he circled his opponent far and near.
Connect your arms and shoulders together to exert force, like a tree blown by the wind, and swing a stick to make a powerful sweep.
Suddenly, like a dragon in the sea, attacking from all directions;
Like a phoenix, it nodded and pecked.
Most of these attacks were offset by the evil flame energy on the opponent's body.
Chen Xuyuan also retained some mana for self-healing, as well as as as an explosive backhand for a comeback, so the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.
A series of heavy thuds of "bang bang bang".
Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers' scalps were numb and their brains were swollen, and they didn't dare to step forward to make a move, and when the momentum slowed down, the two evenly matched opponents each took a few steps back.
Grigor gasped for breath and was about to take a step forward, crushing his opponent with all his might.
I only felt a roar behind me.
Then there was a pain in the crook of the leg, and the right leg almost fell to his knees.
He glanced sideways.
Ooh!
It's the damn monkey cub who killed her daughter again!
At this time, the "thumb" not only has a long and strong appearance and abundant tendons, but also when the person stands up, it is already close to the height of an adult.
"Squeak......! twr, tsk
The monkey was hit by a blow and immediately fled not far away.
Seeing Grigor turn his head and glare at him, instead of rushing to be afraid, he slapped his chest with his left hand, which was not holding the totem stick, and showed his fangs and let out a smug laugh.