When the magicians saw Downton's bravery, they were all stunned. They hurriedly retreated, fearing that he would be the first to find them.
"A bunch of trash!" Holyfield was originally expecting these people to continue killing each other, but he didn't expect that they were frightened by a "seriously injured" guy, which almost made him angry to death.
Downton stood up, took out a bottle of powerful magic potion, poured it into his mouth, and replenished the magic power.
"Is this your talent?" Holyfield noticed that a rune pattern appeared on Downton's face, which looked like a fish head.
"Of course!" Downton's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly said he was lucky.
Xia Luo is definitely a genuine great potion master, and the Iron Man potion she sent was perfect. As soon as Downton drank it, his body surface flashed a few times, then turned into a slightly yellowish metallic color, and even had
A shark rune climbed up his chest, spread across his neck, and reached his cheeks.
If the potion hadn't taken effect and his body of flesh and blood turned into a body of steel, Downton would have definitely died under that heavy blow from the ogre!
"What kind of talent do you have? I'm going to blow you up!" Holyfield sprinted, swung the giant mace, and hit Downton on the head.
Downton fired back.
Bang, the tomahawk and the mace collided together, and the sound almost shattered the eardrums.
In front of the ogre, Downton looked like a weak bean sprout, but during the confrontation, he did not take a step back and shouldered it forcefully.
"You can't be reckless, you have to find a way!"
Downton gritted his teeth and killed each other harder and harder. Facing Holyfield, his advantage was greatly offset.
The difference in strength is not too big, just two or three times more. Downton can't crush him like before. He really wants to absorb some more Titan power, but he knows he can't do that. Otherwise, his body will
It cannot withstand it and is damaged. As for the talent of Dou Zhuanxingyuan, since the opponent cannot shoot magic, it is completely a decoration.
The power of the giant's martial arts is still there, and with the power of ten trolls, it can do a lot of damage to the ogres.
Bang. There was another collision. The mace hit Downton in the chest and knocked him away. However, the ogre didn't feel well either. He was hit on the shoulder by the tomahawk, leaving a half-meter-long gash.
Watching the blood flow out of the ogre's rolled flesh, Downton got up. He finally realized the power of the dragon-slaying potion.
It is indeed one of the five most powerful defensive potions that is said to be unable to break through even the dragon's searing breath. The ogre's mace fell on him. It didn't even cause a wound. If it was normal, Downton would have been killed long ago.
Beaten into pulp.
But considering that a Man of Steel potion costs one million gold coins and can only be effective for three minutes, Downton was furious again. This time it was really a big loss. Even if Holyfield was skinned and boned, he would be exploited as a slave.
I probably won't be able to make that much money back in my lifetime.
After all, one sip of the potion would cost dozens of times more than Downton spent from birth to now.
"I will destroy you today!" Downton launched a giant charge and shot at Holyfield, attacking with all his strength. He deliberately showed a posture of losing his cool, hoping that the ogre would underestimate the enemy and attack him.
If the ogre cannot be defeated within three minutes, Downton can only take out the unicorn mount and run away.
"Good luck!" The ogre was overjoyed. The martial arts it learned were only commonplace. It relied on its brute force and strong physical fitness to kill everyone. Downton chose a fighting method it liked best. How could it not be happy?
?
The two people were like ferocious humanoid beasts, fighting together.
By this point in the battle, the two men's shields had been completely damaged and they were relying solely on their bodies to resist the attack. Downton looked even more embarrassed and kept retreating.
"Downton is dying!"
"Shall we grab it?"
"Can you defeat the ogre? Unless we work together!"
The onlookers with evil powers had evil thoughts again and communicated with their eyes. The loot on Downton's body was really too rich for them to give up.
"First grab it, then divide it!"
Soon, the onlookers reached an agreement.
"A bunch of idiots." Homer stayed in the backpack carried by Jackson and absorbed the soul remains. He did not forget to pay attention to the battle situation. As for helping, it was impossible. Yesterday, it consumed a lot of magic to repel the female thief.
The original source can now be restored.
Of course, even if the source is sufficient, Homer will not intervene in the battle. It is an ancient magic book, not a nanny. If Downton cannot survive these difficulties, then he is not worthy of being his master. But for now, he
Not bad done.
The nickname "Fox of the West" was not given for nothing after all.
Downton began to play tricks again. He kept losing ground and pretending to have a painful expression on his face. It seemed that he might be killed at any time, but his offensive was not weak, and he was getting stronger every time.
"Something's wrong!"
Some magicians with good eyesight discovered that something was wrong. Downton was retreating, but why was all the blood spilled from the ogre? Moreover, there were more and more wounds on its body, and one of them even penetrated the chest, almost killing it.
Disembowelled.
Although Downton would occasionally suffer serious injuries, which looked painful, his movements were not affected at all.
"Is he pretending to be invincible?" The magician was suddenly startled, looking at Downton with deep fear in his eyes. In such a fierce battle where he could die at any time, he could actually be foresighted and calm.
It's terrible. This kind of person will become a great person in the future.
Holyfield was indeed scarred, and his horrific injuries made his attacks increasingly weak, but the severe pain made him eager to kill Downton to vent his anger. Most importantly, the painful expression on Downton's face remained.
The retreating steps gave the ogre the illusion that he could be killed with just a little more force.
But this force has yet to come.
Although Downton drank the Man of Steel potion, the ogre's blows could not hurt him, but after all, he had broken several ribs just now, and there was blood in his chest. This kind of fierce battle, involving his body, made him also
Pain and vomiting blood.
Of course, even the bruises cannot be wasted. Downton vomited all on his clothes, so he looked bloody and miserable.
"Why haven't you fallen yet?"
After being unable to attack for a long time, Holyfield finally became anxious. He didn't understand how Downton's 'skinny' body contained such strong tenacity?
The demon servants are working hard, but the difference in strength is too big. Even No. 1 and No. 2 will fall down under the blow of the mace. This also makes Downton eager to collect the undead abominations in the dungeon.
.
If there were an army of hatred, they would definitely crush these ogres.
"Huh? What's going on?" Hu Tao also noticed something was wrong, "Why does that ogre have the advantage, but is injured more seriously than the big brother?"
"I remembered, that pattern seems to be the phenomenon after drinking the Iron Body potion!" A magic user looked at the runes on Downton's face and finally came to his senses, but he was still not sure.
There is no way around it. This kind of potion is too high-end and expensive. Even the children of wealthy nobles may not have touched one, let alone seen the characteristics after using it.
"No way? A dragon-slaying potion worth one million gold coins? He will have it?"
"How else can we explain that he was not injured?"
The magic users recalled that Downton had been knocked away several times just now. They originally thought that Downton's bones were broken, but now it seems that it was completely disguised, because his movements were not deformed at all, and it did not look like it was broken.
Bones of the wounded.
"The key is that he drank it! One million, just drank it!" A magician murmured, looking at the bottle Downton had just thrown away, his eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
I probably can’t afford the medicine with all the money I’ve earned in most of my life.
"Damn it, you lied to me?" Holyfield's mutilated ear, which was bitten off by Tyson, heard the whispers of the magician, and he was immediately furious.
"Who told you to be stupid!" Downton stimulated the ogre, and at the same time took out a powerful magic potion and immediately poured it into his mouth.
"Die!" The ogre was furious and wanted to explode, but it was shocked to find that it could not use its full strength.
"The fight just now was great, wasn't it? It's my turn this time." Downton snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with his right foot, stopped his retreat, and killed with all his strength.
boom!
Holyfield's arms trembled slightly and he took a step back for the first time.
"It's a bloodletting tactic!" On the battlefield, Homer was the only one who saw it clearly. After seeing that he could not kill the enemy with one blow, Downton decisively retreated and adopted attrition tactics.
Now the ogre has nearly a hundred wounds in total. Although none of them are fatal, the total pain, not to mention the large amount of blood lost, is enough for it to drink a pot.
Downton focuses on Holyfield's limbs, because after muscle damage, any movement he makes will be deformed and slow.
This is why the ogre now finds it difficult to intercept Downton's attack.
Downton, who has replenished his magic energy, is finally at full strength!
Roar!
His lungs expanded, Downton took a deep breath, exhaled loudly, and let out a giant roar. The huge sound wave swept around in an instant.
Holyfield, who was faced with a control technique, had his ears roaring and his head dizzy. He relied on his fighting instinct and raised his mace.
Bang, the giant slashed the mace away, followed by two consecutive blows, and opened a thumb-deep wound on its body.
The skin and flesh were opened, and thick blood poured out.
"Come and help me!" Holyfield screamed in pain. Just as he was about to fight back and force Downton back, the ground collapsed under the giant's trample. It stood unsteadily and staggered a few steps. Before it could regain its balance, it collapsed.
A huge magic battle ax fell from the sky.
Boom, the stone slab cracked, and one of Holyfield's arms was cut off.
Arnold also knew that the most critical moment had come, and tried his best to intercept the ogres who wanted Holyfield, and also killed the ghouls that were still able to move.
"Brother, come on!" Hutao worked very hard. During the chaos, he cut off an ogre's leg.
Giant windmill!
Downton twisted his waist, swung his arms, flipped sideways, and attacked Holyfield like a spinning naginata. The ax blade glowed with blue light, and was extremely dazzling under the starlight, just like the aurora in the north! (Unfinished)