Warlord of Chaos Chapter 142: Purification Crystal

But the tauren's escape speed was far less than Han Jin's pursuit. With only one step, Han Jin caught up from behind, and the huge ax in his hand drew an afterimage in the air, with a stern look on his face. The whistling sound slashed towards the back of the tauren's head.

Hearing the strange noise behind him, the tauren turned his head subconsciously while running, only to see a huge ax blade. He was horrified and wanted to raise the ax to block it, but the joints on his arm were already broken. Shocked by Han Jin's formidable strength, it was so stiff that it couldn't make any contingency movements at all. The next moment, Han Jin's giant ax slashed into its body, splitting it into two sections from head to shoulder.

At this moment, the tauren around reacted, but to Han Jin's surprise, they didn't run away after their leaders died, but rushed towards Han Jin with blood red eyes and roaring.

Looking at the swarming tauren, Han Jin gave a wry smile. His own strength is still not strong enough. He has spent a lot of effort to deal with the tauren warrior just now, and his whole body is sore. Qi and blood surged between the chest and abdomen, and if there were a few more strokes, maybe it was Han Jin who ran away.

Two tomahawks staggered towards Han Jin. Han Jin lifted the giant ax upside down with his right hand, took a step back, his left hand flicked like a butterfly, and the two fire talismans shot at an extremely fast speed. It went out and hit the two tauren in the face.

The distance was too close, and the two tauren had no time to respond, not to mention they thought Han Jin was just a warrior, and they never expected Han Jin to release magic. By the time they saw the fire, it was too late.

Boom...Boom...There were two loud noises one after another, and the two tauren flew out backwards wrapped in raging flames, and fell to the ground without moving, but the flames were still burning, and the air was filled with thick Grilled meat taste.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. It was definitely not a big fireball. The big fireball would go out soon after the explosion, but the tauren couldn't see it. They only stayed for a while, and then swarmed up again.

Han Jin's right hand is swinging a huge ax like a windmill. Although he has exhausted a lot of physical strength, it is not a problem to swing a giant ax that weighs more than a hundred catties. His left hand releases a fire talisman from time to time. These low-level dao talismans are ready to be dumped at once!

The more the tauren fought, the more they felt chilled. To be honest, they are not afraid of the huge ax in Han Jin's hands, but the big fireball that can be released without singing makes the tauren feel scared from the bottom of their hearts. If it is an ordinary magician who releases the attack, at least they have a certain reaction time. But Han Jin released his magic when he was fighting close to his body! That terrifying hand was shaking right in front of their eyes, and went one step further. Then you can give them a slap in the face. With such a short distance, even if they know that the opponent is going to release magic, they can't dodge or block it.

Han Jin seemed very calm, retreating while fighting, and when he retreated more than 20 meters, there were already more than ten tauren corpses on the street, and the offensive of the tauren became more and more lax and intensified. The more frustrated.

Right now. A golden streamer flew from a distance. What followed was a palpitatingly powerful coercion. The remaining few tauren were stunned. Then there was a cry. Turn around and flee desperately into the distance.

Guevara has taken off his helmet. Standing there calmly. He looked Han Jin up and down. There was a smile of appreciation on the corner of his mouth. Asked: "No injury?"

Han Jin smiled: "If it comes to escaping, there should be few people who can compare with me."

Neither of them cared about the fleeing tauren. It was as if nothing had been seen, nothing had happened. That's just a bunch of little guys.

Guevara also smiled: "Little guy. He has great potential. I never imagined that you can really mess up their battle lines."

"Cough..." Han Jin coughed dryly.

"Oh, it's Mr. Raphael."

Han Jin has nothing to do with Guevara, he will definitely not be able to beat him, and he is an elder, so he can't lose his manners. He looked in the direction Guevara came from, and there are soldiers of the Torrent Legion everywhere. , They were chasing after the defeated soldiers of Black Crow City, and then they saw Ronning rushing towards them in the distance. Then they remembered that they were too involved in fighting with that tauren just now, and almost forgot to find the purification crystal. something happened.

"There shouldn't be any problem here, sir, will you go find that Praed with me, or..." Han Jin asked.

"Why? Do you have no confidence when facing dark magicians?" It seems that Guevara is in a good mood now, and actually made a joke about Han Jin.

Han Jin shrugged his shoulders: "How can it be, but if you do it yourself, it will be safe and save some time."

Hearing what Han Jin said, Guevara, who knew the time was running out, put away his smile and nodded.

Han Jin took Guevara to the direction pointed by the tauren, and encountered several groups of defenders who resisted along the way, but they were not in the mood to tangle with the enemy, of course, the enemy was even less in the mood to be with them The old and the young entangled, and soon, Han Jin and Guevara arrived at the square in the city center.

Several tauren ran over from the other side in a panic. Seeing Han Jin and Guevara, they ran in the opposite direction in a panic. He kicked to the ground, then leaned down and asked softly, "Where is the altar?"

"Just, just under the square." It seems that the tauren was scared out of his wits, and after being caught by Han Jin, he lay there tremblingly, showing no intention of resisting.

"Where is the entrance?"

"In the palace over there." The tauren pointed to a palace not far away.

Han Jin took a look and saw that the palace occupied at least a thousand square meters, so he frowned and asked, "Do you know the exact location? If you know, take us there quickly. If you still want to die Talk!"

The tauren trembled even more violently: "My lord, I have never entered the altar, I really don't know. There seems to be an entrance over there, but it should be sealed."

"Take us there." Han Jin grabbed the tauren's back and picked him up.

At the other end of the square, there is indeed a staircase extending downwards. After walking more than ten meters away, there is a tight gate in front of it. Han Jin pushed it with his hands. The door was made of metal and was very heavy. It seemed that something was stuck inside and he couldn't push it.

Guevara didn't say a word, he straightened his war spear and stabbed forward, the extremely pure golden brilliance suddenly flourished, it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and then there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the smoke and dust splashed everywhere . The ground shook violently, and the stones and dust above his head fell like hailstones. Han Jin couldn't help but protect the top of his head with two arms.

After a while, everything returned to calm again, Guevara was still so calm, but the battle gun in his hand was twisted out of shape, and Han Jin almost turned into a native, with thick dust hanging on his body , and even the head changed color. He was slapping around in a hurry, there was no way, who made him lose his fighting spirit, and he couldn't let go because of such a small matter, he didn't have the right to extravagance, so he could only look at Guevara with eyes full of resentment.

With a cluck, Han Jin turned around, amused to find that the tauren was stunned by Guevara's thunderous blow, and the two closed iron doors had been blasted open. Half of the doors remain intact. The other half of the door slanted against the wall.

"Let's go." Guevara threw aside the battle gun that was deformed by the huge force, and walked down first.

Han Jin followed closely behind and also walked down. Seeing that Guevara no longer had a weapon in his hand, Han Jin took two quick steps. Passed over the giant ax in his hand: "Sir, use mine."

Guevara glanced at Han Jin as he walked. But he didn't pick up the axe, and said with a smile: "Why. Do you think I'm old? I'm just a little mage, so don't be so nervous."

"Of course not, I just think it's more convenient to have a weapon." Han Jin explained.

"Here in Zaguned, there are only a few people who have the strength to force me to use weapons." Guevara said proudly: "As for the dark magician, he is not qualified yet!"

Seeing that Guevara was so confident, Han Jin felt that it was hard to say anything, and followed Guevara.

The underground palace is very large, but it is different from the labyrinth that Han Jin has seen before. A wide main road runs through the entire palace. You can reach the altar by walking along the main road.

In the depths of the palace, Praed sat on a high altar with a calm face. On the divine table in front of him, there was a huge crystal. In fact, there are not many people left in this underground palace, but Praed did not leave, not because he was nostalgic for this place, but because he knew clearly that even if he escaped to the ground under such circumstances, he would not be able to escape. Out of Black Crow City.

And most importantly, to remove the curse, one must use a purification crystal, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have heard of this crystal, let alone use it. Therefore, Praed believes that as long as those people do not know how to use the purification crystal, they will not harm themselves, and they will have a chance to survive.

Finally, Han Jin and Guevara saw the altar at the end of the road, and at the same time, Praed also saw them.

Although he saw only two people, he could feel the coercion of Guevara from a distance, but he still sat still very calmly. The more powerful people came, it meant that he was right The more he paid attention to the curse, the greater his chance of surviving.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, Praed seemed to have seen something terrible, his eyes widened, and he stood up from his seat in a gaffe.

"You..." Praed pointed forward tremblingly, but he couldn't even finish his sentence.

"So it's you." Guevara said lightly, but the coldness in his eyes showed his state of mind at the moment.

"Sir, do you know him?" Han Jin asked in surprise.

"Hehe, of course I know him. During these years in Nuremberg, he has taken care of me a lot." Guevara's cold laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a deep-rooted tone in his tone hate.

"You, how could you still be alive?" Praed's expression was as if he saw a ghost.

"Do you think I'm dead? That really disappoints you." Guevara looked at Praed playfully.

Prad’s finger pointing at Guevara was still trembling. What was different from before was that his lips were also trembling now, looking extremely nervous.

While speaking, Guevara did not stop, walking slowly towards the altar. When there were still more than 20 meters away from the altar, Guevara's body suddenly burst into a golden light, and the whole person drew afterimages in the air, rushing towards the altar with lightning speed .

At the same time, a magic wand suddenly appeared in Praed's trembling hand, the whole body was off-white, and the appearance was mottled.

A huge black sphere appeared on the top of the magic wand without any warning, and rushed towards Guevara quickly, and then saw Praed's foot move, a steel pillar made of thick arms The fence fell from the air and landed right between him and Guevara, dividing the entire hall into two parts.

Swallow? ! Guevara couldn't help being startled, and quickly dodged the black sphere. The black sphere brushed past Guevara's body and hit the ground. Soon, the hard ground seemed to encounter fire ice, and quickly melted away. a big hole.

Guevara's expression became serious, Praed can actually instant such high-level magic? But Guevara immediately realized that Praed just pretended to be terrified, even his lips trembled, in fact, it was just to cover up that he was silently reciting a mantra~IndoMTL.com~ Haha..." Praed laughed , but his laughter was full of desolation. He wanted to use the lifting of the curse as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the other party, at least to save his own life, but who knew it was Guevara who came, and his heart fell into ice I want Guevara to forget the days and nights of the past and the hatred between them, that is completely fantasy!

"Guevara, all... Zaguned asked me to do it, you can't blame me!" Praed said in a helpless tone, he was making the last effort.

"You think you can stop me with this kind of thing?" Guevara sneered and tapped the fence in front of him with his fingers.

Seeing that Guevara did not respond to his pleadings, Praed was really desperate, but a fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes, he turned around and raised his magic wand, a big fireball appeared out of thin air, and went straight to the purification block. The crystal flies away, since it will definitely die, then take all the cursed people along with it! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to .**, more chapters,

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