The owner of a pair of eyes is a barbarian priest, and he is saying to the people around him with a look of awe: "Ms. Disaster, are you satisfied with my performance?"
"Not bad." The owner of the other pair of eyes, a girl wearing tight-fitting leather armor, was playing with her light blue curls and replied innocently, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
"Now that I have fulfilled your request and I don't know about the alliance, would you please consider it again?" The pastor suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked cautiously.
Facing this eccentric goddess, he had to be careful. What if he said something wrong, and all his hard work for so long would go to waste, causing the other party to hold a grudge, which would be really scary.
"Alliance? What Talos did to Oluel (the Winter Goddess) is well known. I don't need an ally who tries to take away my priesthood. Besides, besides destroying my sister and..." the girl suddenly paused,
Then he continued: "Except for destroying my sister, I am not interested in anything else."
The priest has also heard about the relationship between the sisters Benshaba, the lady of disaster, and Tymora, the goddess of luck. Since they cannot form an alliance, they can only settle for the next best thing: "Then I wonder if I can give the Chosen One of the Undead
I."
"Little pig, I'm in the hands of a dracolich. If you want it, you can go to the Dragon Cemetery in the Nether Mountain and get it yourself." The girl said lightly.
Hearing this, the priest couldn't help but feel angry. He asked for something from a dracolich. Even a thousand of him wouldn't be enough to fill his teeth. This woman was obviously playing tricks on him.
But thinking of the other party's identity, he could only say humbly again: "Ms. Disaster, I wonder if you can lend me the Disaster Dagger."
"The Disaster Dagger..." The girl actually didn't want to get too involved with the furious gods led by Talos, but she had to worry about the other party's strength. After thinking about it, she agreed: "This is the Disaster Dagger."
The imitation of the dagger can only be used once."
Unexpectedly, this request was still not fully satisfied. The pastor was unwilling to accept it, but he still accepted it, just once, it was better than nothing.
After having this thing, he finally has a chance to complete the third ring mission of the Chosen Road. Now he only needs a Heart of Storm. He doesn't know how far the battle outside is going.
At this moment, an hour has passed since Mikos's sudden attack. With the methodical cooperation of the three people, the NPC's health has been reduced to 15%.
Without any warning, when the opponent's health dropped to 10%, a whirlwind enveloped him.
The figures in the whirlwind gradually blurred, and finally seemed to merge with the wind elements around them, forming a huge 15-foot-tall tornado with themselves as their bodies, sweeping towards them.
Just as Sherlock was about to retreat, a powerful force attracted him towards the center of the storm. It was the effect of a spell and the force brought by the atmospheric pressure.
He took a look at his remaining physical strength and reluctantly gave up his plan to directly destroy the spell.
Natural transformation—Fire Monkey!
Since it was a strength judgment, the Fire Monkey was of course the best choice. With the dual bonuses of race and size, he finally stabilized his figure for the time being.
The stalemate between the two sides did not last long. As the pulling force became stronger and stronger, the paladin was the first to be unable to hold on. As the aura on his body disappeared one after another, he was directly sucked into the whirlwind without the blessings of all the BuFFs.
In less than 5 seconds, the whole person was torn into a pile of fragments, and finally turned into a pool of blood and merged into the whirlwind.
"Damn it, it's so bloody." Although I knew I couldn't feel the pain, just thinking about it made my balls ache.
The situation of the priest on the other side was not much better. He was on the verge of collapse. Now seeing this scene again, Sherlock could see that the priest's body suddenly shook.
Next, the power of the whirlwind continued to increase. The speed of the cyclone rotating in the opposite direction around the priest began to slow down. Sherlock also activated Smoke Charge and made a final struggle with the help of the power bonus of the skill.
Two seconds later, the priest's protection was finally broken, and the opponent directly chose to force himself out of the game, letting his body fly towards the tornado in the center.
If there is a chance to meet again, Sherlock really wants to tell him that if you persist a little longer, maybe you won't have to die.
That's right, the moment the priest's body was about to come into contact with the whirlwind, the aura of the wind element in the air suddenly became chaotic, and then the rioting wind element set off a gust of wind on Morrison Peak.
Until, an old figure fell out of the whirlwind.
"How is that possible! I have clearly gathered all the fragments of power that Sadiwen scattered throughout the Western Land." At this time, Michaels completely lost his proud look just now, and his face was full of doubts and unwillingness: "As the subject, I should
The power that can carry all the fragments, why would it swallow me too?"
The NPC's crazy babble did not affect Sherlock's actions. Judging from Mirulu's state, Michael's current situation is definitely not much better, and it is possible that he cannot even withstand a single blow from him.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, all he saw in his eyes at this moment was experience and loss, and he struck at you with his right hand wrapped in flames.
But at that moment, a yellow light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
boom!
Flames fly and lightning overflows!
A fist with lightning attached blocked Sherlock's pyrotechnic fist at the last moment.
"Sherlock, we meet again, but this NPC cannot die for the time being!"
A rough male voice came from the front, with a bit of teasing and excitement in his tone: "Last time, you interrupted my mission. This time, you are the only one. We have to settle our accounts."
"Lesas, we are both professional players. We make money by being friendly. Why do you shout and kill each other when we meet?" Sherlock pretended to be relaxed and said, but did not take back the fist he swung out, and they faced each other like this.
The person who came was naturally the mysterious player who had been hiding in the gray tower just now. He was also the barbarian priest that Sherlock met when he helped Heizi and the others, Id Rezas.
It is said that the information about the Voter Mission came from this person, and Lexus was also the first person to come into contact with the Voter Mission.
When Sherlock learned the relevant information, he happened to see the other party's intelligence and knew how important the storm hammer was to the other party. Therefore, he also knew that the hatred between the two parties would not be resolved for a while.
It's just that he didn't expect that he was so lucky. The continent of Faerun is so big. He ran all the way to Lost Soul Mountain and the two of them could meet again, and in a hostile way.
