The battle between Downton and the old man tended to reach a stalemate. Charlotte was originally ready to help, but when she saw the old man casting Lightning Giant and getting close personally, she immediately stopped.
"The overall situation has been decided!"
Xia Luo murmured and immediately ran towards the location where the Ancient Spear landed.
Downton's attack against the old man was almost harmless. The main reason for the stalemate during this period was that the guy's teleportation was too annoying. His speed was fast enough, but compared to the magic system, it was still not enough.
The old man used his best ultimate move, thinking he could defeat Downton, but he didn't know that when he entered the melee range, he would die.
The lightning giant held Mjolnir in both hands and hit Downton on the head hard. According to his usual tactics, the old man would also use his power to interfere, but because of the opponent's talent, he could only stop.
"go to hell!"
The old man smiled grimly. It didn't matter. Because he was bound by chains, Downton could only resist the series of critical attacks at such a close range, so it was strange that he didn't die.
Avatar!
Downton didn't even intend to dodge. He instantly entered the posture of a god and punched the giant in front of him.
Dominate the sky with thousands of cracks!
A burly savage giant emerged from behind Downton, swinging his arms like Optimus Prime, creating fist shadows that filled the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The full speed was too fast, the air was torn, and a harsh explosion was made, but it was quickly covered by the huge sound of the fist hitting the giant.
The reason why the Lightning Giant is powerful is that its attacks include both physical and magical strikes, but simply comparing strength, it cannot defeat Downton. So in the blink of an eye, more than two war hammers were shattered. Its arms also collapsed into tiny pieces.
The lightning dissipated all around.
Giant windmill!
When Domination Thousand Splits was completed, Downton immediately spun out and slashed hard on the giant's chest.
Sizzling! Sizzling!
The giant beasts and lightning collided intensively, erupting into bright sparks.
"How can it be?"
The old man was shocked when he saw that his trump card could not suppress Downton, especially when the opponent's slash hit the giant hard and almost broke through the defense, which made him tremble.
"Tactics failed!"
The old man hesitated. He was a scepter. He had spent too much time and energy to get to this point. He had good eyesight and knew that if he didn't leave, he would most likely die here. But if he left, no one would be able to suppress this.
Young man, the Northern Territory was definitely hit hard and turned into a mess. It will take more than ten years for my family to get back to the current situation.
"Chance!"
Seeing that the old man was distracted, there was a brief stalemate in the lightning giant's movements. Downton immediately charged up and prepared for his ultimate move.
"We still have to fight!"
The old man gritted his teeth. He really couldn't let go of this inheritance, but just when he was about to reorganize his offensive, he found that the opponent's fist came towards him as powerful as a wave.
Dominate the sky and kill gods!
boom!
Downton's fist hit the lightning giant's chest. The surge of magic energy surged in, instantly inflating it like a ball filled with air. Some parts began to rapidly collapse.
The six chains wrapped around Downton could not withstand the blow and began to break.
Eighteen consecutive stars in heaven!
Downton retracted his left fist. He stabbed out with the ferocious right hand again, and in an instant tens of thousands of stars flashed.
"burst!"
The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he made a decisive decision, causing the giant's limbs to explode. Then, covered by the air wave, he escaped from the giant's back and prepared to teleport away, but a surging soul impact swept over like a tsunami, and he
The scepter-level will couldn't help but feel a slight dizziness.
"This is the moment you've been waiting for!"
Fighters appeared, and Downton used all his strength. Six golden dragon spears appeared around the old man, suppressing and firing. He waved his right hand and smashed out the Storm Hammer.
The old man activated his shield, and just as he blocked the attack and prepared to teleport, he saw an elemental scepter condensed in front of the kid. He grabbed it and blasted it out.
Holy Power, repent!
boom!
Wave after wave of golden ripples invisible to the naked eye swept across, and the old man immediately felt like a heinous villain. He wanted to kneel down and repent, and beg for forgiveness like the goddess of flames.
Zip!
Fragments of blue lightning spread all over the body instantly like a swimming fish, flickering on the old man's head, activating his will and awakening him from a state of repentance. Unfortunately, it was too late.
ah!
The old man screamed, radiating power crazily. He lowered his head and saw a golden triangular fork inserted into his calf, and the chain connecting it was wrapped around Downton's hand.
"Holy harpoon?"
The old man's face was ashen. This was a magic at the level of a red archbishop. Once he was stabbed, he could not escape. However, he could no longer care about being surprised by this little thing, because the other party actually had an elemental scepter.
"Are you a scepter?"
The old man endured the severe pain in his calf and asked subconsciously. Only after entering the dragon-slaying level can magic users increase their life span and delay aging. Therefore, one can basically judge a person's strength level based on their grade.
The younger you are, the more outstanding your talent is. The dragon slayer who is less than twenty years old is already eye-catching, but the person in front of him is actually a scepter?
"No, it's impossible!"
The old man shook his head and subconsciously denied it. He couldn't admit it, otherwise he couldn't even compare to a young man. Wouldn't he have been living on wild dogs for hundreds of years?
"What's that? An elemental scepter?"
"The Duke of the West is a scepter?"
"Are you kidding? How old is he?"
The soldiers watching the battle on the ground were all dumbfounded, especially those in the north. A feeling of despair instantly surged into their hearts, while the morale of the other side was greatly boosted.
"The first holy commandment, protect!"
After Downton blessed himself with guardian powers, he attacked with full firepower and was caught with a whale harpoon. He no longer had to worry about the old man teleporting away.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Downton rushing towards him, the old man was sweating profusely after his failed teleportation attempt. He had lost his cool and instinctively fired the lightning javelin.
Liquid masses appear, blocking them all and then reflecting them.
"Die!"
Downton's left eye stared at the old man. The upside-down spider pattern on the pupil flashed away, radiating dark gaze. Coupled with the impact of the wrath of the Lonely Mountain, the old man felt dizzy. The speed of casting the magic barrier slowed down.
Kill in heaven!
Downton slashed through the old man's shield, and then pierced his chest with his sword.
"The ancestor is dead?"
Some of the guards held their heads high in disbelief, unable to accept the fact. Then deserters appeared, and then the resistance of the Duke's Palace collapsed completely.
"No need to chase, build defense!"
Arnold shouted his command. The barbarians' task was to take control of the Duke's Palace, find the treasure and take it away. Eliminate the problem? That was the task of the dark elves.
Outside the Duke's Palace, because the long street was too narrow, the Ancient Spear landed on the roof. Groups of ogres jumped down from above and began to set up defenses.
Several thousand-man teams arrived. Since Downton and the old man were fighting above the Duke's Mansion, they witnessed the battle. The moment their ancestor was killed, they all stopped subconsciously.
"What should we do now?"
Seeing Downton floating in the sky with orange-red wings on his back, looking around and around, these thousand leaders felt timid.
"Use a unit of five hundred people, with the Duke's Palace as the center of the circle, and march to the nearest noble mansion nearby. Bring all the wealth you can find."
Bloodmaul roared, his face flushed with blood from excitement. He had broken into the main city of mankind. All the wealth and slaves were waiting for him to take them.
The indigenous chiefs of the small tribes also looked excited. They thought that following Downton, they would experience a bloody battle. Unexpectedly, the opportunity to make a fortune came before the blood was shed.
Downton is really a good lord. Soldiers can keep 30% of the looted wealth. After all, according to common practice, soldiers can only leave 10%.
"As long as you have wealth, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
Xia Luo's cold eyes swept over these natives. She came here just for these words, otherwise the natives would be rampant and half of the northern border would be drowned by death.
"As you command, Great Prophet of Wise Wolf!"
After taking the order, the ogres, led by the Dark Ranger, began to attack and plunder the wealth.
When a group of indigenous regiments ran through an intersection, they saw this regiment not far away, but after just a glance, they stopped paying attention and continued to move forward.
"Just let them go?"
The deputy commander muttered.
"Then what do you think we should do? Charge him to death?"
The Qianmen leader was extremely depressed. Let alone the fact that his subordinates could not defeat these tough and bloodthirsty natives, even if they could win, they would still have reinforcements.
"Sir, from the looks of them, they probably went to rob a wealthy area. Let's go back to your home for defense first, right?"
Anyone close to me can give me some advice.
"Walk!"
As an officer, Qianren knew that the situation was irreversible. Not to mention the soldiers from the Western Region, even the ruffians and hooligans from the Northern Region began to take advantage of the chaos to rob and kill. Who wouldn't want the wealth gained for nothing?
The bad nature of some human beings is undoubtedly exposed at this moment.
"You haven't organized a resistance yet?"
Standing in the Duke of the North's study, Downton stood in front of the oak bookshelf, flipping through a A Tale of Two Cities. After defeating the old man, there were no more enemies for him to fight. Now he just waited for his subordinates to find the treasure trove of the Duke's Mansion, and then
Take the loot with you.
"All the high-ranking officials in the North were killed by a wave of your goblin bombs, and you killed a scepter in front of everyone. Who dares to die?"
Charlotte said casually, looking at the books on the bookshelf that had not been turned over at all, and curled her lips. These books were obviously used by the Duke to decorate his appearance.
"Master, the treasure house has been found." Abagong hurriedly ran in, "I have asked the financial officers to count it, but Master, the natives have not done anything, so you give them 30% of the loot. Isn't it too much?
too much?"
"If I don't give them any sweetness, how can I get more natives to rush to work for me?" Downton put the book back in his hand, "Let's go, take me to see the treasure house!"
After Downton's follow-up plan, the hilly natives will be his most important part. There is no way, for now, if you want to replenish your troops as soon as possible, you can only find them. (To be continued...)