Chapter 40 Legendary Alchemy Items (Please continue reading, please vote with monthly tickets)
With the enhancement of the rune armor, the blond warrior's attributes increased dramatically, but he still couldn't keep up with Garos's speed. Seeing Garos pounce on the white-robed priest, the blond warrior's eyes widened.
—She was the object of the blonde warrior's affections.
Although his previous confession was cruelly rejected, the golden-haired warrior's affection for her has not disappeared.
"Cowardly dragon, are you afraid of my blade?"
"I'm going to skin you alive, dismember you, and turn you into a specimen to hang in the exhibition hall!"
In a moment of inspiration, the blond warrior shouted to the young dragon.
Dragons, especially evil dragons, are exceptionally arrogant and conceited, and have a bad temper. They cannot stand being provoked, and direct insults and belittling are the best ways to incite hatred.
However.
Galos acted as if he hadn't heard, completely ignoring the blond warrior's provocation.
With a gust of wind pulling him from behind, he rushed to the white-robed priest in an instant.
There are many types of priests. Some are tall and burly, clad in armor and wielding flail or warhammer, and fight even more fiercely than warriors. Others, like the one in front of us, are not good at melee combat but have a lot of support skills, such as strengthening or healing their companions.
Facing Galos's fierce attack.
The white-robed priest retreated hastily and tripped over a stone.
discipline!
She spread her palm, raised it towards Garros, and then lowered it, unleashing the only offensive skill she possessed.
Boom! A pure white, holy light, like lightning, struck and cleaved across Garos's back, exploding into dense cracks on his hard dragon scales. The holy light seeped in along the cracks, bringing a burning, intense pain.
The burning sensation is not due to high temperature.
Garos is basically immune to ordinary fire damage, which seems to be because the Holy attribute of the Punishment skill deals extra damage to the 'evil' Garos.
"Ouch, that hurts! Did this skill classify me as being in the evil camp?"
"Are even skills subject to prejudice and discrimination these days? I, Galos, am not an evil dragon!"
Galos was furious and swept his guillotine-like dragon wings across the ground.
Under the moonlight, a head filled with astonishment and fear shot into the sky.
"Ah! Hattie!"
The blond warrior roared, "Damn dragon, I'll kill you!"
He wielded a large sword and charged towards Garros.
At this point, only Yi Long and his partner remained on the field.
Galos, who dominates the entire battlefield with the power of a single dragon; a blond warrior so enraged that his hair almost stands on end; and a necromancer standing in the shadow of a hemlock.
As for the female wanderers.
This guy was the most clever; he ran away the moment he sensed danger, but Samantha, unwilling to let the little thief who attacked her get away, gave chase.
"It's the necromancer's turn."
Ignoring the blond warrior, Garos turned and locked his gaze on the necromancer.
The necromancer felt a chill run down his spine and tensed up, but when he caught a glimpse of the two corpses out of the corner of his eye, he felt a little more at ease.
When there are corpses around, and they are the corpses of superhumans.
Necromancers can unleash skills that are more powerful than usual.
"I'll take charge and turn the tide."
As he thought this, he pointed to the priest's corpse lying on the ground.
The body exploded!
boom!
The priest's corpse suddenly exploded, leaving not even ashes. All the essence of his flesh and blood formed an extremely rapid mist, filled with blood poison, which enveloped Galos.
Life Extraction!
Boom! The spellcaster's corpse, which was further away, also exploded, forming a line of blood that landed on the blond warrior. His body immediately swelled up, his face bulged with veins, and the muscles under his skin looked like they were filled with asphalt and oil, bulging high, greatly enhancing his entire being.
"Captain, this is a great opportunity!"
"You've been enhanced! Slay this evil dragon!"
The necromancer shouted.
Under the cold moonlight, the blond warrior stared blankly, stiffly turning his neck to look at the necromancer.
The white-robed priest, Hattie—his admirer.
The spellcaster, Havin—his brother.
As for the necromancer in front of him, he was not very familiar with him. He had only recruited him temporarily because he had done a few missions together and felt that his skill level was quite good.
"What are you looking at me for? Don't just stand there, get up there! Hattie and Harvin are with you!"
The necromancer, puzzled, urged.
In his view, making good use of his comrades' corpses was the greatest respect he could show them, but the blond warrior didn't think so.
"Bastard! I'll kill you first!"
The blond warrior, his eyes bloodshot, turned and charged toward the necromancer.
"It's over!"
The necromancer was shocked: "The captain has been cursed by the dragon and has lost his mind!"
He reached out and a ghostly fire ignited on the priest's head, his skin ripped open and burned into a skull, which flew through the air to block the 'delusional' blond warrior, who became even angrier and more insane.
"I kill you!"
He smashed the skull with his sword, then ignored the wisps of ghostly fire that pelted him, and charged at the necromancer, slashing him with his sword.
The necromancer was unable to dodge and his body was split in two at an angle.
"Aaaaah!" The blond warrior roared and slashed out with his sword again, severing the necromancer's head.
On the other side.
Galos's wings were engulfed in flames, which had long since dispelled the blood mist, but he did not make a move, instead gazing at the scene before him with curiosity and astonishment.
The sudden infighting on the other side was beyond his expectations, adding a dramatic element to the fierce battle.
However, it saved him a lot of trouble.
"Evil dragon!"
The blond warrior who had killed the necromancer turned to look at Garos and strode over.
"Go to hell!"
He leaped up, raised his greatsword, and recklessly slashed at Garus's head.
The warrior's sword never fell.
Galos suddenly turned around, his tail sweeping across, smashing him and his sword into a rock wall twenty meters away. Amidst the flying debris, the body embedded in the cracks of the rock twisted into a bizarre posture, already devoid of life.
The battle was over, and all was quiet.
The red iron dragon slowly paced around, its gaze sweeping across its surroundings.
Upon seeing a certain spot, Garos suddenly opened his mouth and unleashed a blazing dragon's breath, engulfing the necromancer's corpse and remains. Screams echoed from the burning flames, and the fire eventually dissipated as the body turned to ashes.
"He's not completely dead after all."
Galos thought to himself.
He wasn't actually sure about the necromancer's specifics, but he felt that professionals who dealt with death should have more ways to protect themselves. So, with the idea of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," he used dragon breath to whip the corpse, unexpectedly achieving the desired effect.
"Adventurers should not be underestimated after all."
"He is so cunning and treacherous. If he survives and escapes, he will definitely cause me a lot of trouble."
Galos thought to himself.
Just in case the blond warrior was acting, and had a way to revive or save his life, he breathed out dragon breath again, turning the corpse in the crevice into charcoal.
The raging flames illuminated the night.
This also marked the end of the battle.
Not long after, Samantha flew back, clutching a figure that hadn't struggled and seemed resigned to its fate.
Snap!
Samantha threw the female wanderer in front of Garus and exclaimed excitedly, "My dear brother, I want this woman to be my slave! I've captured her, she's my trophy!"
Galos shook his head.
"You're wrong. If it weren't for my appearance, you would have been captured alive by these people, or skinned alive and tortured to death. Not to mention you would have captured this human instead."
He said.
Looking at Garus's blood-stained scales and strong body, Samantha felt that what he said made a lot of sense, and she did not refute or argue.
"So what do you want to do with her?"
Samantha asked.
"Just kill them; there's no need to keep them alive."
"Garos said calmly."
The rogue is a cunning and shrewd professional, skilled in ambushes and escapes. He didn't believe this rogue could be loyal, nor could he guarantee that he could keep an eye on her. He also didn't have time to outwit her. If she escaped, she might bring even more people to hunt him down.
Just kill them, and that will solve everything.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
"Noble dragon, I wish to exchange all my treasures, and this map related to legendary alchemical artifacts, for my life!"
The wanderer hurriedly unloaded all his treasures and equipment, then took out a map from his pocket and presented it to Garus.
(End of this chapter)
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