Xal'atath spoke a lot, most of which was full of intrigues and views that would make normal humanoids tremble.
Tonatiu missed every word, and finally felt that it was enough, so he interrupted Miss Dagger and pointed at the pitiful human female mage on the Devilsaur skin mattress.
"Oh! Very bad."
"Her arcana and magic are very good. But her spirit is weak. I only used less than 1/10000 of my power, and she lost herself."
"To defeat the enemy."
"She couldn't help but release the magic that she couldn't control now, and unfortunately met the former guardian. Such an enemy is not something she can defeat now. She was seriously injured. She is fine physically, but the magic power is
There is a surge in her body that will make her feel worse than death!"
"Oh, poor little girl...that must feel so bad! I think..."
Xalatath started to chatter again, and Tonatius felt that Miss Dagger was really a bit verbose. Although he knew that the biggest characteristic of the ancient god was that he chattered endlessly, he felt a little irritated after listening to it for a long time.
"What should I do if I want to treat her? Is there any way?" Tonatiu couldn't help but interjected.
"What a strange troll. Aren't trolls and humans mortal enemies? It's easy to treat her. The condition in her body is not an injury, but a magic backlash. The best way is of course to send her to Dalaran, or those white people.
Where the skin grows from the ears."
Quel'Thalas or Dalaran?
Sorry, it seems that this is not possible, and even if it could be done, it would probably take a long time to deliver it.
Tonatiu shook his head.
"What about a more realistic approach?"
"There is no way. If there is no external intervention, we can only wait for her to wake up, let her recover slowly, and let her handle it by herself."
Tonatiu was silent.
He looked at Modera. The young mage's breathing had been unsteady, and the expression on his face had never been comfortable with his eyes closed. He was obviously suffering from great pain.
There is nothing I can do to help.
Anyway, it seems that she can't die now, and she has no friendship. He can save her because he has a conscience. Tonatius stood up and carried Xal'atas out of the tent.
"Can you stop holding me? It makes me uncomfortable to be in contact with you, and I can't use any strength at all."
"no."
…
[Task requirements: crusade against the fire elements of Fire Feather Mountain, kill at least ten flame invaders, fifty living flames, and one hundred scorching elements...]
The progress of the task is displayed in the retina. The task has been completed so far very well. The only problem is the Flame Invaders. Their professional levels are as high as 15 or 14. According to the evaluation given by the system, the existence of this professional level
, if it is an intelligent creature living in a social group, it is already one of the cities or ethnic groups where it is located.
Just like Modera.
She is already the archmage of Dalaran at a young age, a level 16 mage. According to the "original plot", during the second war about two to thirty years later, she will become the most powerful person in Dalaran.
One of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council.
Now her status in Dalaran or the human side is definitely not low.
The Flame Invader is rated as high as level 15 in the system's evaluation, which seems to be not much different from an archmage like Modera. But Tonatiu also knows that if they really confront each other, the Archmage must defeat the Flame Invader.
no way.
A well-prepared mage is so unreasonable, especially after Tonatiu saw with his own eyes Aegwynn, who was rated level 15 by the system, defeated Modera, who was rated level 16.
He also believed that with different power systems and different professions, even if they were at the same level, the results of the battle would not be the same.
A level 20 legendary mage fights a level 20 legendary warrior, such as Khadgar, Ronin, and Jaina. Against Saurfang or Brainless Shout, who do you think will win without cheating?
Tonatiu thought he was a mage.
On the other hand, if Jaina faces Grom Hellscream, the situation may not necessarily be the same. Who is called Hellscream? His ability is his own. If he is lucky, he can strike with an axe, and even demigods and hell lords will have to kneel...
Tonatiu also vaguely knew in his heart that the reason why he was able to fight back and forth with such powerful elements at both ends and escape smoothly was not because he was strong enough, but because his unreasonable magic immunity ability made the two fire elements the most powerful.
The trump card is useless.
When ordinary warriors faced off against flame invaders, it is estimated that their close-range flames alone would be enough to wipe out low-level professionals or cause them to suffer great damage.
In this way, the approximate strength range of my troops and subordinates according to the evaluation given by the system is between level 4 and level 7. They can attack up to level 9 living flames and level 6 scorching elements, enchanted weapons, and enchanted weapons.
With the help of equipment, the pressure is not great. But against the Flame Invaders whose gap is too huge... the odds are stacked against them.
Even if the Shanghai Human Sea tactic is used, the mission may be successfully completed, but the casualties will definitely be heavy.
The key is your own weapons.
The stainless steel sword I bought from the goblins was pretty good for dealing with flesh and blood creatures, but it wasn't very good at cutting down elemental creatures. After this battle, there were many gaps on the sword and it wasn't strong enough.
He needs better weapons.
It's just that he can't use enchanted weapons. Once those "element killer" enchanted weapons are in his hands, they will lose their enchantment effect soon.
Even if a weapon as large as Xal'atath is carried by herself, her terrifying dark power is honestly contained within the dagger, and not even a trace can be leaked out.
Except for talking.
It is almost the same as an ordinary dagger. The difference may be that the material is special.
Wait a minute.
Xal'atath...
Tonatiu remembered that the blade of the Dark Empire seemed to be made of fragments of the claws of the ancient god Xalatath.
The claws of the ancient god!
That should be pretty hard, right?
Walking among the trolls who greeted him extremely respectfully after seeing him, Tonatiu suddenly asked in his heart:
"Xiao Sa, let me ask you a question!"
"Don't call me that! Call me Xal'atath, or the Old God!"
"Okay, Xiaosa."
"..."
The ancient god was under the roof, and Xal'atath endured this breath: After I break your spell that restricts me, I will make you invincible!
"I have a question."
"explain."
"The dagger you are hiding now seems to be made from the claws of your original body?"
"That's just an insignificant part of my great body, it's even..."
"Is it hard enough?"
"Why do you ask?"
In conversation.
Under the curious and awed gazes of the trolls, Tonatiu came to the place where several trolls gathered. The two troll guards, Dezra and Kezra, followed him silently.
Tonatiu did not answer Miss Dagger's question. He looked at one of the trolls: "How is it? Is there any way to repair my weapon? It has gaps everywhere now..."
"His Majesty……"
The troll he asked was frightened, lowering his head and holding Tonatiu's big sword, "I'm afraid it's difficult... I only know a little bit about the most basic blacksmith forging. It was my grandfather who made it from Zulfa."
The Lark Society taught me. Please forgive me for my incompetence, Your Majesty..."
The troll blacksmith's apprentice was brought to his knees.
"Yes. I understand. After we complete the trade with those little greenskins, I hope you will go to the goblin city to learn about forging. The Loa God needs trolls to forge weapons for their warriors."
"For the Supreme and His Majesty! For Your Majesty, I am willing to give everything!"
"Um……"
Tonatiu patted the shoulder of this man with a little forging skills, who was so flattered that he even knelt on the ground.
He took his weapons from the troll, holding the greatsword in one hand and the Blade of the Dark Empire in the other.
He took a look.
Xal'atath felt uneasy.
"Troll, what do you want to do?"
"Well...I want to give it a try."
"Give it a try?"
suddenly.
Tonatius picked up Xal'atath, and in full view of the trolls, struck hard at his original weapon.
In the sea of consciousness.
The ancient god roared angrily: "No! You can't do this!"
choke!
Sparks shine.
The stainless steel sword cuts two pieces in one blow.
