He didn't expect that the trees behind him suddenly exploded, and he was caught off guard. Several pieces of burning wood burst into pieces and pierced Tradar's back directly. The longest one was even as long as a child's forearm, and the front end was
It penetrated deeply into his lower back, and dark red blood dripped drop by drop along the wood.
The depression on his forehead was opened again by the shock wave, and thick dark red blood seeped out of it, passing by his eyes and cheeks and dripping down from his chin.
Tradar squinted his eyes and stared at the Ember Spirits surrounding them with malicious intent, silently counting their number in his heart.
One, two...five, six...eight, nine.
A total of nine people.
Nine powerful enemies of the same silver rank as Tradar.
Maybe they were still at the Bronze level before completing some forbidden ritual, but in any case, it is a fact that they are now at the Silver level. No matter how hard Tradar tried, he would not be able to escape from their encirclement.
From the corner of his eye, Tradar saw his colleagues being swarmed by the monsters and easily breaking up their formation before dying, without saying a word.
The long sword burning with the holy fire can still easily cut through the rock surface of the monster, but that's it. There is no special effect like in the past that can burn people out as long as they hit them. But with their simple sword skills,
It is not enough to win against such a large number of enemies.
After all, they are just militiamen. Even though they answered the call of the mourners, put on masks and holy symbols, and received the protection of their mentors, they did not have the slightest ability to fight against the disadvantages.
The silver-white light that originally protected them and could easily block the druid's magic could not block the burning heat of these lava figures who called themselves Ember Spirits. Their black cloth robes were not enchanted at all, and they did not have any resistance to high temperatures.
Resistance, once it is grabbed by several enemies at the same time, it will only be roasted alive while wailing.
Just the mere contact caused them to quickly collapse.
What a group of weaklings. What a disgrace to their mentor.
Tradar curled his lips in disdain, not showing any sign of their death.
Anyway, they are just here to increase their numbers. This group of people are not even priests. Their beliefs are not devout enough, and their abilities are not enough to be called elites. There is nothing wrong with saying they are cannon fodder. It is just because they have the protection and protection of their mentors.
Under the command of the warlord, this group of people who had never even touched a weapon a week ago were able to destroy several druid gathering points in succession. It cannot be said that Tradar's ability is not strong.
But that's all he had.
He is an Overseer, but only an Overseer. His strength depends on the army itself.
If Tradar is given the same number of elite legion members as this group of rubbish, even if the number of enemies doubles again, Tradar will still have the confidence to defeat them.
However, things are different now.
After he went through all the trouble to defeat one of the Ember Spirits, he immediately realized that his fate of failure was inevitable.
However, the Ember Spirits opposite him hesitated and did not dare to approach because they felt Tradar's life force was burning fiercely.
Anyway, if it takes a little longer, he will die on his own.
"Hehehe..."
But faced with such a desperate situation, Tradar suddenly laughed. The hoarse laughter sounded like a crow, ominous and hoarse.
His right hand holding the man's neck drooped slightly, as if waiting for something.
"I'm so stupid. What am I still thinking about? It's really..."
He lowered his head and murmured, and silver-white flames slowly overflowed from his mouth.
The leading Ember Spirit immediately realized that something was wrong.
However, it's too late.
Silver-gray flames exploded from Tradar's body without warning.
A silver ball of light that shone brightly like a thundercloud exploded around him, electrocuting the two Embers who accidentally got too close to ashes.
Boom!
A heartbeat like the dull sound of an engine suddenly sounded, humming and roaring
The next moment, a wave of silvery white light suddenly shot towards the surroundings like ocean waves.
"Teacher! I sacrifice the blood of my enemies to you!"
The maniacally laughing Tradar roared in the center of the light tide.
His left eye was scorched black, and his right eye was beating with silver-white electric light. The bones of his chest were bent outwards, and the contents inside were burning violently. It was shining with a dazzling silver-white light like a reactor.
An increasingly intense silver-white light began to flicker in Tradar's chest, becoming stronger and brighter.
The terrible suffocation feeling filled the Ember Spirit's chest, suppressing them from getting closer and desperately trying to escape.
It wasn't just them. Deeper in the woods, two druids, a man and a woman wearing dark red robes, also had drastic changes in their expressions and tried to escape.
However, the air became sticky and everyone's movements became slower.
The next moment, an extremely dazzling blazing white light suddenly pierced out from Tradar's chest. The arc of light flashed and was pulled out for a long time. His whole body was dyed silvery white.
Then, with him as the center, the boundless silver-white electric light flooded the entire world.
His color became more and more dazzling, eventually turning into a shadowy, blazing white.
The next moment, all the blazing white color exploded at the same time, and an unimaginable roar rolled and drowned everything.
The shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded with Tradar as the center. The soil was rolled up layer by layer and was blown away. The surrounding ancient trees were blown into pieces and crushed into pieces in the storm. The trees further away were also
It was blown by the storm and tilted slightly outward.
By the time everything calmed down, it was already half an hour later.
Not to mention the Ember Spirit. Even the surrounding land turned into nothingness. Everything within about eighty feet disappeared.
At this moment, the second wave of people finally came over. They also wore masks with beaks and black robes.
When the leader saw this somewhat familiar scene, his left hand couldn't help but tremble, and he knelt down and gently touched the ground.
"...One step too late."
He murmured softly: "Another one...do you just want to die like this?"
Behind him, someone hesitated for a long time and asked: "Lord Kakarit, what does this mean..."
Kakarit shook his head and did not answer.
He was silent for a long time, and then stood up, his voice regaining its calmness.
"It is passed on that Father Tradar was martyred in the Forest of Elders."
He said softly: "I will ask His Majesty Roland to posthumously confer him the title of Saint Saint Tradar! As for now..."
Under the mask, Kakarit's eyes turned cold: "Search immediately for Falina, the Ashen Disciple, who is hiding in the Forest of Elders!"