Dust of History Chapter 112: Variable (16)

Asa led Aimei into the crowd of beasts, and soon came to an empty space in the center. This place is tightly surrounded by the surrounding orcs, and there are two biped wyverns hovering in the sky, so it is completely impossible to see the scene from the outside.

In the careful guard of several orc leaders, Gru was lying on the ground, his chest was tied with cloth strips, the huge sword wound that pierced his body was still oozing blood, his body and the surrounding ground had been covered stained red. But his eyes are still slightly open, although weak, but they are still open, not dead.

"Master Asa is back." A werewolf leader covered in scars was squatting anxiously on the ground, and immediately stood up when he saw Asa. He didn't have a tail, but on his huge paws were rings carved from magic jade. It was Luken. Beside him was the machete that was transformed from the nails of the behemoth behemoth, and he was holding a giant golden bow in his hand.

"It's okay if you can hold on." Asa looked at Gru and breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't see it with their own eyes, both Lancelot and the Pope believed that Gru was indeed dead, which was not blind confidence. Needless to say, there were no healers among the orcs, and the wounds caused by Lancelot's full-strength sword qi could not be healed even if the Pope used white magic himself. And that sword pierced through the chest, undoubtedly a fatal wound.

If it wasn't for Asa's timely appearance with the orcs, Gru would indeed be dead. Only he used natural magic to restore his lost vitality, and at the same time used necromantic magic to control the part that was terribly dead under Lancelot's incomparable sword energy to prevent the sword energy from spreading and killing the vitality in the body. Only then did he barely pull him back from the brink of death.

"Unexpectedly, it's my turn to owe you once." Gru straightened up and said. Even though his body has been weakened to such an extent, his eyes and momentum are not weak at all, since the elite is stronger than anyone else. It seems that as long as he is still alive, he has nothing to do with concepts like 'soft' and 'weak'.

"It's too early to say this now." Asa smiled wryly. He really didn't know how to explain Sedros' death, and Gru would know the truth sooner rather than later. And once he found out, he had to find Agner, but Asa would never let these two fight.

"How about you? Did you succeed?"

"It should be regarded as..." Asa just said half of what he said, and suddenly turned his head and rushed towards the direction of the Guangming Hall.

In front of the main hall, several great priests were chanting the incantation slowly together. As the incantation was completed, two blazing bombs and two thundering bombs flew towards the orc camp one after another.

The orcs have been concentrated very densely, as long as these four top-level magics explode among them, more than half of them will be killed or injured. But at the same time when the great priest began to chant the incantation, the corpses on the surrounding ground also began to squirm, and then when the magic of several great priests shot, these corpses also jumped away and flew out, densely packed Overlapped together to form a strange shield. All four spells collided with the corpse shield. Amidst the loud noise, charred corpse fragments flew everywhere, and the stench of burnt and corpse mixed with each other.

Flying randomly among the fragments of information, a gray shadow quickly shot towards the priests in front of the Guangming Hall with an incomparably piercing sound of piercing through the air.

This gray shadow came swiftly and fiercely, but the high priests were not injured just now. Lancelot was right in front of them. Lancelot swung his horizontal sword, and the gray shadow flew obliquely up to a huge stone pillar in the Bright Hall. This is a gray broadsword, the rough workmanship cannot conceal its sharpness and ferocity, and it is covered with bloodstains.

Lancelot who picked up the knife had an ugly expression on his face. He saw it. This knife was not thrown. Instead, it was shot by a werewolf with a giant golden bow. The momentum of this knife is not too strong, this werewolf is not very good at using a bow, and this bow is not his in the first place. Although it was just a glance, Lancelot also recognized it. He has known this bow for decades, just like knowing the owner of this bow.

After the battle situation stabilized, he hadn't seen Will Skye. Lancelot had already vaguely known that he was in danger, and he was not the only one who lost his companion in this tragic battle. It wasn't until seeing this huge golden bow that the grief and anger that had been suppressed in his heart broke out like a torrent. He looked up to the sky and let out a mournful cry, and the sound rolled out to reach the entire Glorious Castle.

"The whole army is attacking, and not a single orc will be left behind." Before he finished speaking, Lancelot had already turned into a white band of light and flew towards the crowd of orcs. The swordsmen and priests who had already surrounded them shouted in unison, the light of white magic, all kinds of magic, and sword light rushed towards the orcs in the center like a tide.

Facing the white light all over the paladin orcs are retreating, no one dares to block and no one can block. Lancelot is like a huge long sword straight into the cr orc camp.

This was not impulsive. His aura of taking the lead in the first place not only frightened the orcs, but also the morale of the swordsmen around him. From the paladin's figure and aura, they already felt victory. As Lancelot flew into the battle, all the swordsmen rushed towards the center.

But this high morale and momentum was only for a moment. Amid the loud noise, everyone saw Lancelot flying backwards at a speed and sound ten times stronger than before, like a meteor flying flat. It hit the huge stone pillar of the Guangming Hall, sand and stones flew in all directions, and the stone pillar that required several people to embrace fell down. Lancelot struggled to stand up from the rubble, the long sword in his hand had been shattered, and his body was covered with wounds. In the blink of an eye, the God of War, who was majestic and majestic just now, was already covered in scars and embarrassed.

In the center of the crowd of beasts, Lancelotgru stood proudly with a punch just now, and the white douqi light all over his body was shining brightly. The shouts and howls on the battlefield have not decreased but increased. Only it no longer came from the mouths of Celeste's warriors, but from hundreds of orcs. Their **** of war is back on his feet.

Everyone who saw him was stunned. Even the swordsmen who had already swarmed over couldn't help but stop.

"The last leaf of the World Tree...that bastard..." Adela's lips turned white, and her voice trembled. Several high priests and cardinals around him had already rushed to Lancelot's side, and all of them fell on the paladin's body after frenzied use of their healing spells.

"I owe you one more time, kid." Gru said, looking at Asa.

"Needless to say, I just don't want to die. It's just...just you..." Asa replied, but he looked at Gru with some doubts.

This is indeed already an option without options. No matter how important this World Tree leaf is, it is the only feasible way for Gru to use it now. Only if he replied, could he hope to get out of this glorious castle alive.

Even the wounds that cannot be healed by healing magic will heal immediately in front of the magic props of the ancient elves. But to Asa's surprise, the effect of this World Tree leaf on Gru seems to be different from the previous two times.

What was used on Xiaoyi, only completely healed his injuries. After he used it, it merged with the divine power of the Sunwell and the Meditation of Reality to greatly increase his mana and vitality. But now Gru, who has used the last World Tree leaf, is completely different. Not only is his injury healed, but he also looks a little different from before.

If it is said that his murderous aura before made people feel shocked and fearful, it was as an infection and harmony among the same kind, but now everyone feels a kind of coercion and momentum from the top of him, which is the same as The pure pressure before was completely different, the kind of aura that people could feel from the depths of the soul, Asa had only experienced it in Molier. That seems to be an aura that can only be emitted by beings that are far more advanced and powerful than humans.

It seems that there are some changes in his body brought about by the leaves of the world tree, and it seems that there are some subtle and unspeakable things in his own body. This time the near-death healing has stimulated these. Everyone's attention was unknowingly completely attracted to him and overwhelmed by him.

"Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this... let's go."

One in front and one in the back, Gelu and Asa headed straight for the Guangming Palace. After all, this is still Glory Castle, surrounded by thousands of warriors and priests, the only way to win is to capture the thief first and the king first.

Following Gru's stamping of his feet, he got up and rushed forward, his body turned into a faint shadow, and everyone felt that their spirits were also in a trance. The orcs immediately burst into louder shouts and howls~IndoMTL.com~ and they swarmed up together, while the swordsmen and priests were stunned for a moment before they understood what they should do, and the short-term battle stopped At this moment, it erupted again in a more violent and sudden way.

But this time the battle was doomed to not last long, before the surrounding swordsmen had time to make any moves, Asa and Gru had already rushed to the front of the Hall of Light.

Lancelot's injury has not fully recovered, and he is still covered in blood and scars, but he roared, and the white fighting spirit light instantly condensed around his body into a huge lightsaber. With Gru volleying and chopping. There were traces of blood in the burst of dou qi light, but through the blow just now, Lancelot already understood that this enemy was no longer an evenly matched enemy. This is already his sword with all his strength.

Not only did he attack with all his strength, but the great priest, the cardinal, including Adela, all of them used their full strength to attack the charging Gru. Light arrows, fire walls, ice spikes, lightning, and paralysis all slanted towards the figure.

This is no longer an attack after their own consideration, but an instinctive reaction. What supports them is not fighting spirit, but fear. When they saw the oncoming figure, they were dominated by the fear gushing from the bottom of their hearts, like a frog seeing a huge snake flying towards them.