The casualties of the professionals were not small, the firepower of the Rogers was suppressed, and the human team was flanked from front to back, and the people were immediately panicked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Amber Merois's command was swift, and although the giant blue beast broke through the first line of defense, it became the target of countless Rog's shots.

Oil-soaked arrows and professional fireballs drove the giant beast backwards, and its needle-like fur was damaged.

"Just hold on a little longer."

She turned her head slightly, muttering to herself, looking at Nanya in the distance, who was struggling to resist the Sinking Demon Swarm, sweat already wetting her pretty face.

Sending more Professionals to support Nania, Amber casts a fierce eye on the two Fallen not far away.

The Bear Fallen and Matigal confronted each other, and Rog did not dare to act rashly.

But it was clearly a fallen of the assassin profession, manipulating the giant blue-veined beast to crush the human ranks, clearing the way for the demons behind her, and if it weren't for the dense rocket arrows of the Rogers, I am afraid that they would have rushed to her side.

"It must die."

Amber's amber eyes reflected Hannick's constantly moving, hurting the professional, and his eyes grew colder.

The Assassin Fallen was too powerful to suppress the professionals, and in the face of this situation, she had to take action herself.

Having made sufficient preparations before the war, she was not just here to watch and command.

The brown-black wand of Westmar lit up with a bright light, bathed in the astonished eyes of the professionals around her, and she strode towards the battlefield ahead.

"Miss Amber?"

Someone couldn't help but make a loud reminder, but the beautiful blonde hair that swayed slightly was still far away.

"You guard the 'Refolding Portal', and I will eradicate the Fallen."

Her voice was soft, as if she were narrating a natural event.

It was a battle of patience, but she couldn't bear it anymore.

The green light flashed across Iwamoto and Hannick's chests, and they were stunned, their eyes becoming tense in an instant.

"Desperately break through."

This is the only message from the Green Goblin Curse.

Iwamoto, who had turned into a giant bear, glanced at Amber Merois who was walking not far away, and then roared, stirring up countless clouds of mud and dust, and instantly rushed towards Matigar on the high slope.

"Shoot at the eyes and joints, his giant bear level is not low, aim more accurately."

Mattigal drew her bowstring without changing her face and was the first to shoot an arrow.

The whistling arrows led the swarm of storm arrows that followed, and they burst through the sky like raindrops from the sky as the roaring giant bear broke through the sky.

The smooth hair stood up in an instant, like brown steel needles, and the refined arrows were bounced away one by one, and Iwamoto's momentum slowed slightly, and more and more arrows shook him back.

Three giant beasts ran out from behind him, blocking the dense barrage of arrows with their brown flesh bodies, and the giant bear stepped on the devastated bodies of the giant beasts and leaped towards the group of Rogers.

The huge body of the bear shook the ground and cracked, and the nearby Rogers shook and fell, and then their heads were smashed by the bear's paws.

It's a completely one-sided battle, with more pros and more demons rushing to the top.

Hannick had a lot easier on his side.

In a flash of cold light, the strong barbarian with wounds all over his body looked pained, clutching his bleeding heart, and was trampled into the ground by a huge blue-veined beast in the frightened eyes of a professional.

No one dared to rush forward again, and the battle situation was once in an awkward stalemate.

It's hard for the average strong professional to deal with Hannik, and the power of the giant blue-veined beast is too strong.

Even if he is a dexterous assassin, it is difficult to cooperate with other Roger to hurt Hannick, because the other party is a powerful assassin degenerate.

"Is it possible that a professional who sings the praises of justice and light must succumb to darkness?"

Hannik raised his head arrogantly, his contemptuous gaze scanning the faces of the prostitutes who were either angry or disgusted, and the sound of rain and countless curses seemed to ring in his ears again.

"A bunch of trash."

Throwing a throwing knife in his hand, piercing one of the Amazon's eyes, Hannick sneered as she screamed.

There was a anger in his heart, and only in this way could he release it.

It's a wonderful process, at least that's what he thinks.

The sound of the drizzling rain and countless curses sounded again, and he hated his heartache like a boulder pressing on his chest.

Fine, hot fireballs dispelled the noise in an instant, and bombarded the ground in front of Hannik, scorched grass and mud splashing him and the great beast.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a group of wounded professionals took the screaming Amazon away and retreated in terror.

"Yo, it's a fresh face."

Patting the dirt on his body, Hannik looked lightly at Amber Melova as he slowly approached, and glanced up and down unscrupulously.

He whistled, and the huge blue-veined beast behind him roared wildly, and the huge fan-like hand pressed down, and its fierce power made the faces of the professionals watching the battle change greatly.

"Danger!" "Get out of the way!"

In the previous battle, a level Lv5 barbarian was crushed to death in this way.

A black shadow enveloped Amber, and she raised her head slightly, her brown-black staff tapping towards the void.

It was still, a little lighter.

Like a white bird swept up the still lake, making faint ripples.

The ever-rotating hands of the world seem to stand still for a moment, and the next moment time resumes flowing.

The mystical stars flickered away, weaving into a star map unique to the Westmar Mage Sect, and the heavy frost wrapped around the arms of the giant blue-veined beast, like a blooming ice flower, enveloping upwards layer by layer.

The spread of the ice crystals slowly stopped, and half of the small body of the giant blue-veined beast was frozen, and its brown skin took on a stiff cyan.

A slight wind blows the hair, and the corners of the garment gently stir.

Ice chips danced with snowflakes, long golden hair swayed, robes hunted, Amber's amber eyes were like burning fire.

All the professionals, including Hannik, were stunned.

No one has ever seen such magic.

At the tip of a gorgeous brown-black staff, resembling the end of a branch, a colorless gem in the shape of a fruit quietly dimmed.

"Professionals do not succumb to the darkness."

She opens her red lips, and majesty and softness blend to strike a delicate balance.

This was in response to Hannick's earlier taunt, but the latter stared at her with blank eyes and an eerie silence as if he hadn't heard.

“···”

Hannick's lips quirmed, and there seemed to be a slight voice of words, but Amber didn't hear clearly.

The brown-black staff in her hand shook, and the huge ice crystals collapsed layer by layer, and the burning sound of the flames gradually rang out with the painful roar of the giant blue-veined beast.

A sea of fire spread out around it, seemingly conscious, and burst out of fiery snakes to rush towards the stunned Hannik and the giant blue-striped beast.

The flames soared into the sky, the smoke and dust danced wildly, and the roar even reached the sky.

(There are too many differences between the Westmar mages and the traditional Hradim mages, so it should be considered something outside the Diablo 2 mage system, so it won't be verbose.) ）