The arena was as silent as death, and the Witch King Karak fell backwards on his back. At this moment, Butcher roared and threw the spear in his hand.www.biquge.info Last time, everyone was attracted by the light of magic and couldn't see the moment when the spear flew, but this time everyone saw it clearly. It's hard to say whether it's fast or slow, it depends on the mood of the viewer. Some people are still too surprised to react, while others are hoping that it will all be decided quickly.

To keep its balance, the tail of the spear fluttered, swirled, and whistled, making a graceful arc through the air, and then stopped just as it was about to hit Karak's head. A hand covered in metal armor grabbed the flying spear and fixed it in midair. The full-body warrior lifted his helmet, revealing an ugly, noseless face underneath. He shouted, "It is I who slew the Witch King!"

With the smile of a victor, he stabbed his spear down. The other Templars didn't react at all, and they didn't have time to stop it. As long as the Witch King is killed here, then the power of the entire world will be attributed to this outsider, and the Destiny Gold Coin will naturally be captured.

The spear in his hand had a fiery texture, the "Heart Wood Spear", one of the few powerful weapons in the entire Atas world. Some people say it's an artifact, but Enhoa knows that it's not yet an artifact, otherwise his copying ability won't be able to make a fake. Only the magic and psionic power of the Heartwood Spear can penetrate the Witch King's defenses, but the Heartwood Spear alone is not enough.

The Templar of Nagkus and the Ring Alliance have been fighting for countless years, and they have studied the "world disturbances" set up by the Ring Alliance quite thoroughly. In those worlds that have been set up by the Ring Alliance as "circular research", some important historical nodes will occur no matter what, otherwise the world will be conflicted and cannot survive. At this point, the enforcement power of a Ring Alliance will cause important events to continue with countless small fluctuations, and these small fluctuations will create Destiny Coins.

Attas, the biggest historical node in this world is Rikas's assassination of the Witch King Karak. In "History as It Should Happen", the Witch King was shot in the chest but did not die, and was rescued by his guards to the temple tower, and then forcibly opened the energy-absorbing circle and began the process of turning into a dragon. Rikas and a group of companions, led by Tessian, stormed the temple tower and killed Karak. Although it wasn't Rikas who "made amends" in the end, because he hit Karak in the arena and his companions deliberately gave in, Rikas eventually became the liberator of Tyr and the one who killed the Witch King.

The Witch King will inevitably be assassinated by Ricas, and he will definitely die after that, this is unchangeable, as long as these two points are satisfied, it is enough. This gives him the opportunity to kill the Witch King, so as to gain fame and maximize his own benefits, and he can also satisfy the will of the world and get more benefits. In order to maximize the fluctuations in the execution of the Ring Alliance, he sent the raccoon man Xiao Wei to weaken the Masked Alliance, find a way to get close to the Witch King, and at the same time find a way to weaken Rikas's power. When he discovers that another wave of traverser drivers is still alive, he clones himself and acts as killers and bait, trying to kill them and let their guard down by making them think they are dead.

Another difficulty is the Heartwood Spear, which is the only weapon that can hurt the Witch King. Rikas had to have a heart and a wooden spear, otherwise the historical events could not be carried out. If he wanted to use the heart wooden spear, he had to make a copy. And the one who throws the heartwood spear first must be Rikas, and only after he opens the important node of "Assassinating the Witch King" can others make a move. There is a high probability that only Rikas, who is protected by historical events, can hurt the Witch King. And in order to ensure this, the Heart Wood Spear he uses may not be available to others. The Minotaur anticipates that there will definitely be various things going on to preserve history. Even if Enhoa managed to copy the Heartwood Spear, he would need to hand it over to Rikas first, but he didn't dare to take the lead.

After actually replicating the Heartwood Spear and testing its function, he found that the weapon could not be carried around. Its suppressive ability will be detected by it when it is close to the Witch King, causing it to fail, so it has no choice but to leave it in the Halfling Forest. Unexpectedly, Enhoa later found out that Rikas also had a strong partner, and he could also use the Heart Wood Spear! He felt that this was the will of the planet to correct history and added a helper to Ricas, so he came up with the idea of using it. Anyway, there are two heartwood spears, which will definitely end up in the hands of Ricas, and there is a huge chance that the partner will also have it. He just had to wait for the inertia of history and make an interception when Ricas's partner threw his weapon over.

The research of the Templar of Nakuth was really good, and everything was going according to his vision!Rikas stabbed the Witch King, but the heartwood spear he used flew far away and he didn't have time to pick it up. Enhoa was proud of his foresight! The second heartwood spear he had prepared was thrown again by Butcher "as it was," and "as expected" fell into his hands. It was all for this moment! The minotaur held this miraculous weapon high and stabbed it down with great force, his heart full of triumphant ecstasy. But the heartwood spear stopped on the witch king's scalp, and then it burst into flames, turning into ashes in an instant.

"How dare you betray me?" the Witch King's eyes widened, and terrifying psychic abilities erupted. Enho's force field shield overloaded in an instant, crumbling with little to no effect.

"I ......" Before he could understand what was going on, all thoughts suddenly stopped. The power of the Witch King's surprise attack was so strong that Enho's brain was instantly ignited by a psychic ability. From the eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth, green flames rose into the sky. His skin was filled with heat and brightness, as if he had been poured down by lava. There was no longer a sound, no more ability to resist, his existence would no longer leave any trace, and his life would end like this. The burning corpse fell at the Witch King's feet, but the victorious Witch King also staggered, looking down at his blood-stained right hand. He fell into the arms of the half-giant guards—these brainless fools, only now reacting? all deserve to die, all deserve to die!

At this moment, the Witch King saw two mages gathering their magical power at the noble table and attempting to attack him. In normal times, it would only take a few minutes to clean up these two bed bugs, but he was hit hard, and the whole arena was in chaos. The hypocritical councillors, the stupid Templars, the lowly burghers, and the muddy slaves are now on the run. What are you going to do? You are destined to be my food!

"Damn it, damn bastards!" the Witch King cursed, then decided to let the two bugs go for now. "Let my temple tower suck you all into sand, just like this world!" the Witch King waved his hand, held back the pain, and cast a teleportation spell, leaving even the half-giant guards in the arena to die. He jumped spatial distance, passed through magical protection, and reached the platform of the temple tower alone.

As soon as a thought came to mind, the magic circle began to activate, which would provide him with a steady stream of healing and strength. The panicked crowd began to flee from the arena, why didn't anyone lock the door, did even Tessian rebel against me?It doesn't matter, he thought to himself, the rest of these people can meet most of their needs, and the rest can rely on the obsidian balls in the temple tower, which contain the natural power of Atas and the soul essence of living beings. Although precious, everything is worth it for the sake of strength and dragons!

Karak took two steps forward, and suddenly his eyes froze, why was there still a person on the edge of the platform? Seeing that the clothes were a high-ranking Templar, he knelt on one leg on the ground in a gesture of extreme awe, and his head was lowered very low. Why does this person look familiar?

The name "Dogian?" had just popped into his mind when a sharp pain struck him again. In the darkness of the passage of the temple tower, Zhao Mai threw a heartwood spear, shattering the Witch King's protective magic, hitting the chest again, knocking it to the ground.

"Block any enemies that may arise for me!" Zhao Mai shouted. It is impossible for Dojian to attack the Witch King, her brain is burned by the Witch King, so she will never be able to get rid of the domination of that fear, so Zhao Mai arranged for her to put on a posture of humility and fear, which was used to attract the attention of the Witch King and cover for herself. At the same time, if the Witch King comes to the temple tower with his guards, he can also give it to Dojian and Reserve Grain. He didn't expect the Witch King to come back alone. Everything else has to be done yourself.

He rushed forward in a few big strides, picked up the heartwood spear, and kept stabbing the Witch King's body, the head being the focus of his attention. The Witch King's life force is extremely tenacious, writhing, regenerating, howling and cursing. The power of magic and psychic abilities poured out of the Witch King's body, merging with the power absorbed by the temple tower, causing the temperature around him to rise until it soon became like a furnace. Even the suppressive power of the Heartwood Spear could not completely eliminate this effect.

The Reserve also rushed up, and it bit hard, but the damage it did was far less than the speed at which the Witch King recovered. But even so, it has no intention of stopping. As long as the master is still fighting, it will follow to the end!

A large amount of black blood flowed out from under the Witch King's body, forming a cloud under the transpiration of the heat energy, burrowing into Zhao Mai and the nostrils of the reserve grain. Energy, energy from life, energy from magic, energy from the heart, and energy from the heart, also drilled into it. The temple tower naturally knew its master, the Karak Witch King, but it also recognized a former secret user, and that was Zhao Mai. In Zhao Mai's body, the psychic power with the characteristics of the temple tower magic circle is no different from the witch king for the magic circle. So a tall tower began to power two people, but because the Witch King's body was stronger, it absorbed faster and more violently.

Karak lay on the ground, his body growing in size and scaly skin. He begins to transform into dragon form, but needs to constantly counteract the threat of death. Zhao Mai didn't dare to stop, and the heart wood spear stabbed down again and again, causing damage again and again. Zhao Mai knew that he was not a part of the history of this world, and the Witch King should not have died in his hands, so if he wanted to change this, he needed to overcome the huge historical inertia, and there would definitely be many obstacles in the process. But Zhao Mai didn't care so much at this time, he only knew that since he could stab and bleed, he would continue, and there would always be a moment when he could be stabbed to death!

The Witch King threatened him, but Zhao Mai ignored him, the Witch King begged for mercy with his broken mouth, but Zhao Mai ignored him, and the Witch King tried to grab the heartwood spear, but Zhao Mai kicked his hand away and continued to stab him. The Witch King stretched out his hand and summoned to the temple tower, hoping for help, but the obsidian ball containing huge energy rolled over, the magical object that could instantly heal his injuries, was stopped by Dogian, and he was completely isolated.

The power of the Witch King's regeneration is getting weaker and weaker, and the dragon transformation process that has already begun has taken away too much power, leading to the eventual depletion. Zhao Mai once again pierced the Witch King's brain through his eye socket, and this time, it was all over.

Since the primordial warlock Rajat created and trained the Witch Kings and ordered them to carry out a plan for the extinction of life, since the misuse of magic caused the desert to take over the entire planet and cruel rule became the norm, since slavery and slavery were born and exploited and oppressed into law, since Zhao Mai was forced into the sea of sand and struggled to leave a series of footprints on the sand dunes. After many adventures, the torture of the environment and the pain of the slave camp, the witch king finally died.

His body already has dragon features, scales, claws, tail, and even a second set of internal organs. However, Karak still only has one head, and with it completely gone, no matter how strong his body is, it doesn't matter. The dragon's magic is interrupted, and all changes begin to revert again, and eventually the dragon's characteristics will disappear, and Karak's remains will still take on the form of a human. An old, decaying and tattered flesh and blood.

No matter how powerful the magic and psychic abilities are, there is no point in losing a life. Zhao Mai held the heart wood spear, barely standing, and finally glanced at the Witch King a few times, which was regarded as a farewell to him, and also to this history of Tyre City. Zhao Mai knew that he was on the side of the winner in the end, but he still had one more hurdle to cross.

The power of the Temple Tower left the Witch King and poured into Zhao Mai's body, making him miserable. The human body was not designed to withstand such power, so the bloodline began to crumble. Even if Zhao Mai used his psychic ability to restrain his body, it would be a drop in the bucket at this time.

This energy will eventually ignite the physical body unless there is enough catharsis. Zhao Mai had no choice but to take the risk and ask for help from the power of the druids and the natural force of the entire Atas. He let go of the heartwood spear and left the Witch King's side, then no longer suppressed the rushing power around him. Zhao Mai shouted to the will of the planet of Atas with all his strength: "I killed the Witch King and fulfilled my promise, you should do one more thing for me!!"

The Force of Nature, with the will of the planet, with excitement and gratitude for the Witch King's death, rushed into his collapsing body. Zhao Mai suddenly realized how he should balance the natural Force, psychic abilities, and superfluous arcane energy. Following the guidance of the Force on the planet Attas, he began to try his first transformation. Worthworth had said that the Elemental Morph would repair the wounds in his blood.

It can't be turned into an animal, because there is still no animal that can withstand the arcane power that is hurting Zhao Mai, it can't be turned into a magic dragon, although it can withstand the power, but Attas's planetary will will never allow a new dragon to appear, but it can't be turned into an element, because the four elements are too pure, and the elemental mind can't carry the power of the psychic ability. Zhao Mai's eyes flickered, trying to recall in his mind, and finally found a suitable form.

"Will of the Planet, I need your help to complete my natural transformation. "Zhao Mai tried to concentrate his consciousness and describe in his mind the appearance and characteristics of the spiritual element (from: Heroes of Might and Magic 3). "I need it to carry the Natural Force and psychic abilities, and to be able to temporarily absorb excess arcane energy. ”

"I've never seen this creature. "I need a clearer description." ”

"The outer form of the Crystal Servant (a creature with a crystal shell), the content of the elements, the will core of the psychic ability. Damn, why is the robe worn by the spirit element covered tightly, how do I know what it's like inside?!" Zhao Mai's body continued to expand and glow, like a balloon was exploding. As his body collapsed, his consciousness began to wander. Attas, Witch King, Templar, Light, Light Templar...... He ended up with a supernatural image in his brain: a combination of pure psychic abilities and force field shields, enveloping the life core constructed by the Natural Force. The final physical body formed by the elements of fire and air can summon the power of lightning at any time. When the Templars of Light ascend from physical to spiritual, they create a new species: the Archon of Light (Source: StarCraft).

Use this to conceive of what the spiritual element looks like, or rather, it is neither a spiritual element nor a light archon, but a stable form that can be described to the will of the planet. That's enough.

"I can use the powerful transformation power left in the magic circle here, you're lucky. Planet Will finally said.

The life enhancement of the natural force, the embodiment of psychic abilities, and the changing power of arcane arts, under the influence of the will of the planet, began to evolve into the image in Zhao Mai's mind. It took several minutes for this complex change to finally complete.

He became an elemental of light. In appearance, it looks like a burning fire element, except that there is no heat escaping, just pure white light. He had a complete body structure, a clear head, torso, and limbs, but no substance, but rather suspended in the air, like a ghost. Zhao Mai stretched out his hand and found that he could not penetrate the substance. He breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that he wasn't a ghost, but why couldn't he go through the wall and feel a little sad in his heart?

This body had enough carrying capacity, and the magic array of the temple tower gradually stopped after losing the witch king. When everything was stable, Zhao Mai lifted his transformation and restored his prototype. Although he was a little embarrassed, after careful inspection, this body was still his own, and the size and shape of each part had not changed.

"Huh......" Zhao Mai breathed a long sigh of relief, it seemed that he had gotten the best result. (To be continued.) )