The black shadow on the Hydra, that’s why they’re called the Shadow Cloak... it can almost block more than half of any attribute damage for the Night Priest... except for Light and Silvermoon spells.
The twelve pairs of eyes of the Hydra flickered, twelve mouths incessantly spat out shadow arrows shattering the large rolling stones and logs blocking the way... as for those poisoned tal arrows shot from the sides of the passage, the Hydra was fearless.
Its swift movents caused a lot of trouble for the Undead Tribe following closely behind, trying to take advantage... those poison arrows were useless against the Hydra, but if they got too close and took a couple of arrows, they’d have to beg for the Priest and Paladin’s favor.
Those who had offended the big healers better cry sincerely this mont... otherwise they’ll either have to run off for a resurrection, or wait for the Snow Grand Commander behind to clean up corpses.
Why are they rushing so fast~ isn’t it just to get there early for the BOSS experience and military exploits!
The Undead Tribe’s Knights had to hold up their shields, still staying close but a good three ters away from the Hydra.
’Snow Cloud Peak’, who had already entered the passage, quickly shouted when he noticed: "What are you following at such a distance for?
Hurry up, keep a ter’s distance!
What are you afraid of poison arrows for? Are your shields made of paper? Or was the armor William made for you sent for your funerals?
Those who can’t block... aren’t the Knights at the forefront either from Black Rose or the Magic Cult?
You guys have been fighting for so many years, and can’t even manage this? No wonder people say our two families aren’t even fit for retirent!
Put in so effort, okay?
Save so face, and save yourselves so face! Don’t have such loud reputations, only for your skills to be worse than those of primary schoolers!
Those in the middle who don’t know what to do!
Hurry up and make way for the Water Mage!
What are you standing there for? Are you showing off your outstanding intelligence? Or your broad, muscular body taking up space?
Water Magic, speed it up! Keep the buff on the Hydra!
Damn! Why are there only two rows? Water Mages? All short legs? Can’t keep up?
Do you need to find soone to carry you?"
Hill raised an eyebrow; it seed like it had been a long ti since he heard Snow Old Dog being so extre... indeed, when dealing with their own, the attitude is worse, isn’t it?
Then his face couldn’t help but turn green... Celene was mimicking Snow Old Dog’s cursing, laughing occasionally, seeming to have thought of sothing amusing.
Hill truly didn’t want to know who the unfortunate soul would be that suffers from the Maiden of the Moon’s extre outburst, he only hoped he wasn’t nearby at the ti.
Otherwise, if so Deity got so angry they self-destructed, no matter how high his defense was, he’d be out of luck!
Shaer seed to think of this too, moving uneasily... though she had also heard it, the Lady of the Night truly couldn’t bring herself to curse!
Then the shadow gradually cald down, Shaer figured sothing out... as long as she knew where Celene learned those curse words, her sister, whose sense of self-respect always hit strange spots, wouldn’t use them to curse her.
Celene definitely practiced her trash talk on other deities who had offended her.
As long as Shaer herself wasn’t sprayed, she didn’t care who would be unlucky... if to explode two deity avatars in Toril, the Goddess of the Night would be quite pleased!
No need for her to painstakingly arrange plots, with Celene’s mouth alone she could destroy castles and wipe out cities, what a wonderful future!
Hill focused on the giant screen, but silently made up his mind to always remind List to ensure he stays away from Celene’s territory... like the neighboring Deepwater City, definitely not going there until the Maiden of the Moon has had her fill.
Old Habel at this mont already felt the unstoppable montum of the Undead Tribe reinforcents, his wrinkled face deep with creases, spoke in a cold tone, imposing: "Don’t think they can make it in ti to save your lives! Haha~ you forced my hand!"
Edna, looking confused, said: "Isn’t he the one who captured us? And now he can’t kill us, so it’s us forcing him?
Even Devils couldn’t talk such nonsense, right?"
’Old Age Striking King’ smiled, reassuring their little friends: "Don’t worry about it, these people’s heads are filled with water from the Abyss! They no longer know how to speak the human language.
Anyone can talk tough!
Let’s see what he can really do!"
Though speaking lightly, judging by her pulling out a large oil painting from her bag, she was quite cautious.
’Old Age Striking King’ shouted loudly: "Priest, start the Holy Rain, those whose mana bars are less than half, hurry and pop so blue bottles!
Swordsn, pay attention!
If any minions pop up, rember to take them away from Edna! If you can’t, die outside, absolutely don’t co back! Got it?"
"Got it!"
"Don’t worry! We’ve got explosives with us! If it doesn’t work out, we’ll just blow it up!"
"Stay away from the White Dragon too!" ’Old Age Striking King’ suddenly realized, "Try to take it to the very back of the hall to blow it up! If you die a hundred tis, it’s none of my business, but if one Human dies, don’t bla for being rude!
Then you deal with Old Dog yourself."
"How long is Old Dog going to take?" A swordsman asked worriedly, "Don’t tell he’ll just arrive in ti to collect our corpses."
"Quick... Elvia, fly upwards!" ’Old Age Striking King’ swiftly wielded the oil painting, a bright scorching ray suddenly shooting forward.
The White Dragon Queen flapped her wings and rose, while the two rows of swordsn standing behind Elvia unhesitatingly blocked the other White Dragons.
Old Haber tried to open a massive rotating crevice with purple-red energy, but after burning six or seven swordsn in the front, it was directly blocked by that white fla.
The white flas burning in the opened crevice restricted this ninth-level spell ’Chaos Abyss’ within a space of two square ters.
’Old Age Striking King’ took advantage of the mont the Old Mage Habers were stunned to quickly finish applying buffs from the oil painting, then put the oil painting away.
"Eh?" As the White Dragon Queen landed, she couldn’t help but shake her wings and looked left and right: "What kind of buff is this? How does it feel almost like Ninth Ring Divine Arts?"
"Teraxil’s Sun Silvermoon and the true blessings of the Goddess of the Earth, even at half strength, aren’t weak." ’Old Age Striking King’ cheerfully replied to her, "Think about the deities of the sa level in Toril, and you should know how strong this is!"
Celene suddenly sighed and said, "Ah, what harmonious blessing power! It’s a sha we Toril can’t achieve it."
Shaer coldly said, "Toril’s Sun God is Amanata, which one of you, Shantia or Sun God wishes to rge with him?"
Celene imdiately fell silent, only speaking after a few minutes, "I was foolish, shouldn’t have said sothing so silly."
Hill looked down at the fruit platter on the table, thinking those colorless white crystal berries must taste nice, he should eat a few more... Who would’ve thought that to Celene, admitting herself as a fool in front of Shaer was preferable to enduring rumors of any close relationship with Amanata.
Shantia felt the sa, she never denied her fondness for Lansendel, even willing to let her Divine Power and Lansendel’s Light of Dawn et and know each other, to have children of both parties.
Unfortunately, Lansendel was initially absorbed in his infatuation with the Goddess of Fate, unable to give her a chance for the ti being.
But if soone said the earth should not accept the favor of the first light of the morning but the passion of Toril’s sun, they would surely first experience the anger of Mother Earth.
Shantia never regretted asking Celene to bring life to Toril and being stripped of control over the Underworld by Shaer, but what pained her the most was, why did Celene choose such a Sun!
The Eternal Fla is endless, and Toril’s celestial bodies are countless. If Celene had slightly turned away that day, the Sun she got would certainly be stronger than the one now.
Yet, there’s no "if" there.
Shaer did not continue to attack further, probably because for her, ntioning Amanata, even though it makes Celene uncomfortable, didn’t make her that happy either.
Feeling the surroundings calm down, Hill slowly leaned back in his chair, looking up at the giant screen: the Haber Archmages still standing there clearly seed a bit bewildered.
The Ninth Ring spell ’Chaos Abyss’ was already the strongest ans they could muster... Yet the opponent still blocked it.
The Haber family knew many priests existed within the Undead Tribe, so the failure of the Shadow Energy Core spell didn’t leave them discouraged.
Adanko’s entire mana and most of his life force also lacked the potential to unleash the strongest attack from the Shadow Energy Core.
But knowing how difficult the Undead Tribe was to deal with, they couldn’t possibly sacrifice four people’s mana... What if the Undead Tribe blocked it?
With only one person left, there’s absolutely no way to fight against the Undead Tribe till the end.
Moreover, the most important part is that they abandoned their conscience, abandoned their humanity to reach this point, no one is willing to sacrifice for another... Adanko was too weak, with his offspring held as hostages, he had no choice but to follow the orders of the others.
How could people like them possibly exhaust all their mana, only to wait and see if others have a conscience... Who dares say they do?
Not Marko.
Yet, even after combining the strength of all, the effort stored in the High Knowledge Stone via ’Chaos Abyss’ also failed, suddenly making the rash old folks a bit cautious... Are they about to lose?
They certainly knew how troubleso the Undead Tribe is to handle; as neighbors, the Haber Archmages had observed these peculiar Elves in the Underworld for a long ti.
In the end, they understood one thing... The Undead Tribe indeed is undead, but they can’t revive imdiately; they must wait until there are no enemies around.
That’s why Old Haber decided to make a decisive fight, using both the well-hidden Shadow Energy Core and High Knowledge Stone... In their hearts, the Ninth Ring spell’s two rounds of group attacks should clear out most of the Undead Tribe.
Then even if the remaining ones aren’t afraid of death, what could they do?
Sadly, these people didn’t consider... What if the plan failed?
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