When everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an unexpected situation happened again, and the words on the shining stone pillar began to disappear!
"Your mother... you can't!" I blinked my eyes to make sure I saw it right: "Are you kidding me like this now?"
The priest on the altar was anxious. Amidst the chanting, the missing words on the stone pillar reappeared. Before I could clapped my hands, the words that had just appeared disappeared again!
It's like two children playing on the sand. One writes and the other erases, one erases and the other writes again. There has to be a winner or loser.
For me, if the other party loses, it will only last another twenty years. That is not what I worry about; but if those idiot priests lose...even if you have already thought of a reason why the monsters will not eat you,
It has to be understood by the monsters.
Since there were no more monsters, Haiert had already led people to clean up the remnants of the previous one.
The surviving soldiers of the three empires looked at all this in stunned silence, not knowing what they were thinking now.
The stone pillars are not sand. You can write on the sand over and over again, as much as you want. But the stone pillars cannot. In the competition again and again, the stone pillars have become thinner and thinner!
"Once the stone pillar is broken..." I didn't dare to think about it anymore, turned around and said to Grandpa Martin: "Run away as soon as possible!"
"Gather your guards together..." Grandpa Martin whispered to me. It seemed that I was not the only one who noticed this: "You go up and take His Highness, and I will keep the retreat open... If the priest above
If you don’t let him go, do you know what to do?”
I nodded to show that I knew, we discussed a few more words, and I quietly made a series of gestures. More than a dozen members of the Guards began to gather around me, some of whom were soldiers who had performed extremely well in the battle just now.
The situation deteriorated very quickly. After the first stone pillar that could not hold up fell down, other stone pillars followed!
This time, the fun was really great. There was a roar from the cave entrance, and all kinds of monsters seemed to have exploded their nests. All the big and small, tall and short ones came out, and they ran happily on the plain.
It pulls out streaks of dust...and it's endless. The ones in front have gone halfway, and the ones behind are still coming out!
Without saying a word, I led the others and ran towards the highest point of the altar.
"Brave warriors!" Someone said on the altar: "Don't panic, the reinforcements will be here soon! As long as we withstand this attack, victory will be ours! Show your courage! To the three princes, to the three
Empire, show your loyalty to the God of Light..."
While he kept saying "Go! Go!", I was leading people to climb the annoying steps of the altar. Suddenly, I was surprised to find that it was not only me who climbed the altar, but also the female general!
It seems that only an idiot would be thinking about "showing loyalty" to so-and-so at this time...Reinforcements? By the time the reinforcements arrive, we will be ready!
Haven't you heard of it? There is this description in many classical stories: When the last soldier fell in despair, he saw endless reinforcements appearing on the horizon...
Therefore, we have reason to believe that the prerequisite for the appearance of reinforcements is that all our own people are killed. Otherwise, even if they are beaten to death, they will not show up.
The altar became narrower as we reached the top, so the female general and I inevitably squeezed into one spot.
"What do you want to do?" she asked me. This was the first time she took the initiative to speak to me.
"What else can we do?" I asked her without stopping.
"Together?" When she asked again, there were only a few steps left.
"Together!" I replied, and both of our feet stepped on the top of the altar.
She punched down a priest who wanted to ask questions and ran towards her idiot prince. I also found Fichet in the shortest time.
"What's the matter?" Fichet asked me.
"I can't hold it any longer down there, so why don't you run away..." I took Fichet's hand and started to run, and lowered my voice and said, "I'm just waiting here to die!"
Fichet has been hanging out with me for so long, and he is not stupid. As he ran, he turned back and shouted: "I'm going to check the situation!"
Just as I ran to the steps, the upper steps in the middle of the altar suddenly cracked! Among the flying rubble, a dozen huge monsters poked their ugly heads out from under the steps!
Their long bodies are like snakes, divided into small sections by large green carapace. Each section of the body has a pair of claws, the ones closer to the head are stronger, and the claws at the tail are so small that they are almost invisible...
The way down to the altar was cut off - these huge monsters twisted their bodies, trying to drag their long bodies out from under the stairs quickly. There were two faintly glowing black eyes on their green triangular heads, and around their small mouths,
Dozens of tentacles of different lengths are opening and closing, as if they are preparing for a meal...
Seeing them waving their two huge sickle-shaped front paws crisscrossed, I knew this was the legendary sickle beast.
With a sound of "Bang!", a sickle beast effortlessly inserted its front paws into the hard steps, dragging its entire body out, bending its tail to prop up its upper body, and shouted at us with its head held high.
Seeing its two sharp front paws, you can imagine why they can appear here...
"Watch Fichet!" I said to the people around me, then seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I kicked the white-robed priest next to me down the steps.
I don’t know what kind of monster the Scythe Beast is, and I don’t know how they attack... I don’t even want to use my people to test the lethality of the Scythe Beast. But the white-robed priests are not afraid. They are not protected by the God of Light.
? And they keep talking about dedication. This kind of thing is suitable for them...
The white-robed priest was obviously not prepared. He screamed and rolled along the way, making desperate cries, and did not "show" us a trace of bravery and dedication.
What ended his life was the sickle beast that just dragged out his body. It first nailed him to the steps with one front paw, and then threw his blood-stained body to the other sickle beasts behind it.
After the sound of "Chuchacha", he was torn into pieces and swallowed! Taking care of his subordinates like this...it looks like this guy is like a boss!
At this time, a loud shout came from behind me!
I know that this is the great magician Uncle Wilbur using his magic weapon. Every time he releases a large-scale magic, it is accompanied by this sound. Before the magic is hit, the sound can scare the opponent!
Uncle Wilbur not only used the binding technique, but also used the earth-type clay figurine technique. He also had time to let Fichet's body fly into the sky... The timing of using magic and the rapid conversion of several different magics are all reflected.
It was so perfect that I realized that he was totally letting off steam when he tested me last time... so shameless!
The immobilization technique trapped the sickle beasts firmly in place, and the entanglement of dozens of clay figures also prevented the sickle beasts from having time to climb up... Taking advantage of this time, I ran to the corner of the altar and told Grandpa Martin below about the situation.
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The sickle beasts waved their front paws again and again, cutting the clay figures into various shapes as they pleased, but the clay figures were lifeless. As long as the magic power did not disappear, they could reassemble their bodies and start over again...
I went to Uncle Tenacy and discussed with him in a low voice, and we quickly reached a consensus.
"Stay up there!" I shouted to Fichet: "Don't come down!"
I selected the best members of the Guards and stood beside the first step. We couldn't wait to die on it. At the same time, we didn't know how many sickle beasts were still missing. We could only keep strong figures like Uncle Tenasi.
By Fichet's side.
"Are you ready?" I said to the elves around me: "Use your best! We have no problem!"
These elves nodded, chanted prayers, their hands emitted lights of various colors, and magic was blessed on our bodies one by one.
"Brave art!"
"Armor of Fury!"
"Wind Movement Technique!"
Various high-level magics are simultaneously blessing, re-energizing everyone's tired bodies! Wind movement allows us to jump high, bravery makes us infinitely strong, and the Fury Armor makes our clothes whirring - we have
The ability to fight against the Scythemon!
The boss of the Scythemon moved his body past the others, making it clear that he wanted to challenge me face to face.
Before I had time to say "no!", one of its front paws had already cut across me with the sound of wind!
After the thick layer of black ice on the shield completed its mission, it was shattered into pieces of white fragments and fell on the steps. Fortunately, they did not penetrate my shield!
I blocked the other claw with my knife and jumped up.
Seeing it keep waving its two long and sharp claws to attack me, I knew I had to change my tactics.
At such a medium to long distance, although I could jump around quickly, it was right in front of me with a flick of its claws, and I was at a huge disadvantage.
Seeing an opportunity, I jumped to the side of the Sickle Beast and cut a big hole in its hard and smooth green carapace with one knife, letting the thick black juice in its body spurt out.
Then I went around to the other side of its body and continued to chop. The flames wrapped around my armor burned its relatively weak belly and black smoke came out...
The sickle beast screamed in pain, but it was immobilized again, and had to twist its upper body with difficulty, waving its claws in vain around itself. Not only did it not reach my side, but it also caused another injury to its body due to excessive force.
A few big holes were added.
When I cut off its little head, the body of a sickle beast was thrown down from the top of the altar. I quickly looked up and what was happening above shocked me!
There was also a battle between humans and beasts on the top of the altar. Some scythe beasts emerged from the top of the altar when we were not paying attention, as if they also knew that it was an important place.
Although the people I left above hacked and killed a few of them, a particularly large scythe beast had already appeared, with only half of its body exposed, and its two front paws were already covered in human blood.
I hurriedly ran up again. I didn't think about anything, and I didn't have time to think about it. I was only sure of one thing, that is, I was having a hard time today. It seemed that if I didn't die at the mouth of the monster, I would have to die from exhaustion!
There was a chaos under the altar. Grandpa Martin had become the commander of all the soldiers. He ordered the troops of the Three Kingdoms to abandon their horses, climb up the altar on foot, line up on the steps, and attack the swarming little monsters from a high position.
The dark army lined up at the top, all turned into archers holding bows and arrows. Winged men and elves also flew into the sky, supporting the ones below with precise magic and bows and arrows.
At this time, the situation has reached the point where it is out of control. Either you die or I die. The soldiers all know that once the monster rushes up and kills the prince, everyone will not say anything, and his family will also be killed!
The soldiers had no room to retreat, and each one screamed and entangled with the monsters until the last drop of blood was shed. The white-robed priests no longer grudged their magic power. They stood on the steps and frantically used various levels of healing spells.
Throwing it at the soldiers, the magician didn't even look at it. He used all the magic to cause direct damage in a large area. Walls of fire ignited. A single lightning strike spell could knock over a large number of monsters...even the ones at the back.
The soldiers were also throwing small fireballs at the battle line!
Everyone is going crazy, they just hope to hold on a little longer and wait for the legendary reinforcements.
When I stepped on the top of the altar again, I happened to see Uncle Wilbur using lightning strikes to send a sickle beast flying up! Everyone on the altar was forced into a corner by the sickle beast, and almost all of my guards were human.
People get hurt.
With the support of the healing magic that the priests desperately cast, the injured people stood up again and again, and continued to resist under the leadership of Uncle Tenacy. It made me heartbroken...
The ancestral sickle beast finally crawled out completely. It can be seen that this is a clean guy, because it is shaking its slender body to let the dust fall off. After doing this, it is still very exaggerated.
He let out a cry and stretched out greatly...Looking at this guy's huge body, the priests' faces began to turn as green as the Scythe Beast's body.
The more critical a situation is, the more people will use their most primitive power.
When the ancestor Sickle Beast stretched and didn't see me, I had already dragged a certain part in front of its tail. Contrary to what others later said, I didn't know exactly where I put my hand on it at the time...
Anyway, my palms are so big, so it’s not too much to find a suitable place to start.
At that time, I was very nervous about the safety of the people above me. I forgot for a moment that I was blessed with magic, and I used too much strength... So, it seemed like something was broken by me... Please believe me, I am not very strong either.
Make sure of this...
This incident made me particularly regretful, because it directly caused my future enemies to be particularly careful about their waists when fighting with me in the future, making it very rare for me to have the opportunity to repeat this situation...
Anyway, I made this guy angry.
Its body twitched violently, its head swayed unsteadily, and its two sickle-shaped front paws tore the things around it into pieces. Several younger sickle beasts acted as scapegoats... The sharp screams made the altar rise and fall.
People and monsters all stopped!
Everyone looked at it and didn't know what to do. After it tore off a corner of the altar, it turned around and saw me. When it saw the burnt black piece of "evidence" on my left hand, it yelled again!
My ears are "buzzing".
"No, no, no, no... I'm sorry!" I stammered to it: "I, I, I, I... I didn't know you would care so much about it, you, you, you... you are a lot older, and
Also...it's not often used..."
It's not because of fear, I stammered under the influence of a deep apology. We all share the same life, so let's not talk about killing. But if you break someone else's... I don't know if there is a popular saying here that "people can't be killed."
"Insult"?
"Run!" someone yelled, it seemed to be this kid Fichet!
Before I could turn around, the tail of the ancestor Scythe Beast bounced off the ground, and a "swish!" sound hit me in the chest.
I moved my left hand horizontally, and although I blocked the blow, my palm wearing a knight's glove was stuck in the hard shell at its tail and I couldn't get it out! Seeing that it had begun to turn around, I didn't care to pull it out first.
Come on, run away!
I couldn't run down the steps because the steps below were crowded with people, so I had to run all the way down the steps.
The ancestor Scythe Beast was dragged and screamed wildly, but because of my fast speed, it couldn't find a chance to turn around. Its body was too long. If it didn't turn around, its claws wouldn't be able to reach me.
The altar is made of big stones, and the rest of the place is very smooth except for the steps. I used the wind technique to fly in front, and the dragged sickle beast was screaming all the way behind!
I ran across the battle line. Whether they were soldiers or monsters, they all looked at me blankly, as if they had forgotten about the war. After running for a long distance, the monsters on the battle line turned around and started to "boom!"
Chasing me...maybe not chasing me, but chasing the thing I am dragging...
I don't dare to slack off at all. I know that if I slow down just a little bit, my life will be gone!
The monsters in front of me saw me running towards me, and all screamed to avoid them. They didn't chase after me until I ran past. There were already a bunch of monsters behind me, some big and some small. I don't know why this happened, I only know
I am very tired.
Several elf magicians flew over my head and kept adding magic to me. There were also magicians who used magic to attack the thing I was dragging from a distance.
The ancestor Scythemon that I dragged in agony screamed and waved its claws, and kept slashing at various monsters that accidentally ran around. Along the way, sand and rocks flew, and the body was broken... Of course, you can't say to the monsters: "
Look, this is a hellhound, this is a two-headed wolf... They are all your brothers... You have to be polite to them..." They didn't seem to have this concept in their minds.
After running for a while, I realized something was wrong. I should run around the altar so that the magician on the altar could kill this old immortal monster.
So I began to gradually change my route, and made a circle not far from the altar. I never thought about what I would do after this old immortal was killed, and whether the large number of monsters behind him would be spared.
I... I just run anyway.
How else can we say that Warcraft is Warcraft? Just now, I thought these guys were scary, but now these idiots only know how to get along with me. They no longer think about rushing to the altar to kill people, and they all follow me wholeheartedly to practice long-distance running.
I remember watching a movie in my previous life. There was a guy named "Forrest Gump" running around like this, but I was better than him because the thing following me would eat people...
The sickle beast was dragged away by me, its weak abdomen was scraped to pieces with blood from the ground, and it was constantly being hit by magic from the altar. Especially after several magic attacks from Uncle Wilbur, its body was already on fire.
I think this scene must be very spectacular, I am like a burning man, dragging a long fire bug, followed by a large number of followers...
We all circled around the altar happily, and from time to time something was thrown down from the altar... (To be continued)