Chapter 1811: 604. Boboke’s Second Narrow Escape_3
Just like the furious roars of the Vampire Players using their lives to carve a path for Natalie and the Great Shark before they vanished.
They were crude curses.
It would seem vulgar and unbecoming in any context, but how should I put it? Maybe that’s just the feel of the battlefield?
Perhaps it’s the taste of the brave n spilling their hot blood in war?
“Great Shark! Damn it, this is my last assist! If you can’t take that person down, just wait for to Gank you offline! You Wolf People brats, take Grandpa’s great self-destruction spell!”
Amidst the furious roar of the Flahead Captain, he folded his wings and descended from the sky like a crimson teor, crashing fiercely into the Wolf People formation before him, a forest of blades and spears.
The dazzling purple storm erupted the next mont, with a series of dense explosions that swept up a large group of Wolf People; such a degree of self-destruction would hardly kill elite lives unless hit directly.
But the problem is, it wasn’t ant to kill!
That extrely corrosive Corrupt Energy was like acid splashing, causing the hit Wolf People to cover their eyes and scream retreat; this pain from corrosion was clearly sothing they couldn’t endure by sheer will. Amid such continuous interference, even the Wolf People guards protecting the Filthy Claw Chieftain began to waver.
Apart from Natalie’s exceptional advance with a Guardian in hand at the front, the unstoppable trampling from the Winged Cavalry on the flank also exacerbated the chaos.
The Filthy Claw Chieftain seed to suddenly co to his senses at this mont.
He looked around blankly, and upon noticing that he was now only a dozen ters away from that terrifying Chosen One, he scread “Protect .”
He frantically tore down the dusk emblem hanging around his neck, which was glowing so abnormal light, and threw it aside as if it were a hot potato. As it hit the ground, it began to burn and lt, with the sound of so bizarre malicious laughter still ringing.
In this terrifying mont, he was clearly calculated against.
No, he was abandoned!
Origin told him that this land must be filled with blood and pain to trigger a devastating resentful spirit offensive when needed, and the Filthy Claw Chieftain himself hadn’t anticipated that his own blood and pain were also part of this ritual.
Like an offering to a corrupted victory, it naturally had to be special enough.
“Ahhhh! Die, you!”
Cheche threw his last Psychic Lightning to knock down a few guards, then gulped down so victory liquor before launching into a final desperate struggle as three spears pierced his heart.
This guy had unleashed his potential to an extre degree, directly leading to a multiplied destructive power under his self-destruct tactic.
With the final boost from the Psychic Lightning, the fearso storm of Corrupt Energy obliterated the last barrier between Natalie and the Filthy Claw Chieftain, and seeing the White Knight riding forth brandishing that blazing sword giant “Curry Stick,” the Filthy Claw Chieftain scread as he crushed his treasured amulet.
In an instant, a dozen venomous spells were cast, slowing Natalie’s actions while a “Zombified Beast,” enhanced by Necromancy skills and Voodoo Magic, was also released.
It seed just like a twisted offspring of a trunk-tooth elephant and a split-hoof bull born from drunken chaos. It had just barely roared before getting its head chopped off by the Guardian, a mortal blow taken by its rogue master in its stead, and the Almighty Power of the God of Nature erupted, purifying the vile creation with blue Purification Fire.
The Filthy Claw Chieftain had already vanished from the spot, surely shifted away by strange Voodoo spells, but Natalie was undeterred, galloping ahead and shouting as she slashed the Voodoo war flag of the Filthy Claw clan.
This act of seizing flags and generals greatly impacted the battlefield’s morale.
As the war flag of the Filthy Claw clan fell, the surrounding Wolf People roared in unison, so having witnessed Natalie’s mighty prowess even began to retreat voluntarily, while on the other side, the Filthy Claw Chieftain who had used “Castling” to swap himself to the rear was gasping for breath.
He had just strolled the edge of death, and confused in the head, suddenly felt sharp pain from behind.
This shaless ambush on the battlefield angered the Chieftain as he turned around, only to see the cowardly Boboke who had been deferential to him was now moving away, accompanied by a hooded short figure gesturing towards him.
The gesture ant “look ahead”!
“Hmm?”
The Filthy Claw Chieftain, pierced by a knife coated with Swamp Giant Snake venom, and weak from the reporting journey to the Master of Hunting, turned his head and saw a streak of red light descending from the sky.
That figure was a vampire yet wielded the furious flas of the Wam berserker, holding a legendary battle axe and roaring as he descended from the sky, howling while striking down with a classic leaping chop stance.
“Puff”
In a splash of blood, the Filthy Claw Chieftain was crushed to the ground.
Wam’s Executioner sliced from the shoulder into the torso, shattering his last intellect and life in one strike.
The surrounding Wolf People were stunned.
Seeing their chief killed, revenge was the only thought in their minds, but the Great Shark, who had just completed the hidden achievent “Five Star Killer: Chieftain Assassin,” was unfazed.
This lunatic had drunk the victory liquor earlier, thinking there was no chance for big deeds, yet unexpectedly the foolish Chieftain had delivered himself.
He’s hyper now!
Feeling his life was intensely radiant, he didn’t care about those blades and axes upon him.
Hey!
It’s just a life, how big a deal is it? Take it, take it! Grandpa will stake his great head here, and I’ll co for it myself in three days!
“It’s just a pity for this good axe…”
Covered in blood as if he’d bathed in a pool of blood, the Great Shark made a comnt, and at the mont of his final desperate struggle, said softly:
“How’s that, old Wam! Was my performance alright?”
“Alright, just so-so.”
A rough voice responded to the Great Shark’s question in a daze, but the mad guy couldn’t hear it anymore because he had turned into a heroic soul in the burning purple flow of life, returning to his world and awaiting to log back in after three days.
Perhaps due to Wam adding a bit of special “effects” to the ending of this berserker’s feast, in any case, the Great Shark’s final strike exploded with a power more than five tis that of other vampires.
Almost clearing all life within thirty yards around him in one strike, even the remains of the Filthy Claw Chieftain were corroded beyond recognition.
“Go! Bring back his head and that axe.”
Nash said to the panting Boboke Blackeye beside him:
“The stupid Filthy Claw clan wasted a good opportunity, even with overwhelming advantage they couldn’t kill all the Transia People. Cowards and losers have already paid the price for their folly, and the Military Governor Hurley will reward you for your outstanding performance.”
“I feel you’re mocking , Nash.”
Boboke stepped forward to chop off the disfigured head of the Filthy Claw Chieftain, then strapped that legendary axe imbued with red light to his back, cursing:
“I just did what I had to do, I’m loyal to the Chieftain of Whip-tail Clan… by the way, can I keep this powerful axe?”
“You better not do that.”
Nash gazed toward the end of the battlefield.
On that flattened battlefield, new Transia warriors were already forming ranks, and the Blood Flag was raised high again, fluttering in the wind.
The Blood Claw Chief sighed, turning to Boboke:
“The shaless ambush of the Filthy Claw Chieftain has thoroughly enraged the spirits of Transylvania, and next, whoever holds that axe will beco the target of vengeance by those spirits, you’ve seen how terrifying those lunatics are, so if you haven’t lived enough, you better give that axe to the guy you dislike most.
Of course, you can also present it as a trophy to the Military Governor Hurley…
Hmm, just a suggestion anyway.”
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