Chapter 164 Sevenfold Curse
Lin Qi glanced at the Archmage, and when he found that he was ready for close combat, he did not stop, activated the scepter, and rushed in another direction.
"Huang Qi showed his claws!"
The silver holy emblem hanging on Lynch's right hand was shining, and it seemed to be calling for war, but there was only hunting here.
The sunlight dispelled the darkness, revealing the cowering rats.
Many ratmen recognized the "Scale of Destruction" and turned around and fled without hesitation, without even a symbolic resistance.
The small-scale rout led to a large-scale escape, and many ratmen who did not know why also changed direction to break through.
The pure light penetrated the darkness and broke through the tide of rats unhindered.
By the campfire, Teclis held the Moon Staff in his left hand and wielded the Sword of Teclis in his right hand, repelling the ratmen who tried to assassinate him.
Few people know that if it weren't for his physical condition that limited the archmage, he would also be the most outstanding magic swordsman.
The Moon Staff slightly makes up for the mage's shortcomings, allowing him to kill freely with a longsword like a normal elf.
All the assassins in the night died under the wizard's sword. The magic weapon he personally forged was in no way inferior to the artifacts handed down from ancient times.
No magic or armor could stop the sharpness of Teclis's sword. The wizard used his sword to repel the invading enemies with a dexterity beyond the ratmen's expectations, while chanting incantations and preparing magic.
Close combat is a compulsory course for every combat mage.
In fact, many outstanding mages are far superior to famous warriors in fighting skills.
When Lynch disappeared into the night with the sunshine, the great wizard also prepared his magic.
The winds of shadow are stirring.
Suddenly, the jungle on the west side collapsed in large pieces and fell into the abyss that appeared out of nowhere on the ground.
Within a radius of one thousand meters, densely packed ratmen all fell into the shadow pit. The shrill screams made the rats fleeing southward even more chaotic.
The deep pit lasted for more than ten seconds and finally disappeared.
The ground returned to its original state, except that nearly ten thousand ratmen were gone.
On the north side, wherever Lynch passed, the rat people turned around and fled in panic.
He encountered no resistance, and even the storm rats mixed in with the rat tide followed the pack and bypassed Lynch.
Lynch heard faint whispers coming from the south, and then flames burst out from the void above the camp.
A phoenix covered in flames was born from the flames, and the phoenix's long cry was the death knell.
It stretched its body, and the flames it shook off ignited the jungle.
The raging fire stretched for miles before the phoenix suddenly swooped down, leaving a long trail of fire on the ground.
The phoenix disappeared at the end of the road, taking away countless ratmen.
Lynch looked around, looking for the leader of the ratmen and the warlock hiding in the rat tide.
But these high-level ratmen escaped more attentively than ordinary ratmen.
Lynch could occasionally see a low figure wearing a bone helmet, but it would disappear on the surface the next moment, as if it had dived underground.
Under the moss, Traits Weiwei nervously pressed his pounding heart and tightened his glands.
There is still a chance to dodge a wizard's magic, but if you are targeted by a champion, it will be a duel to the death.
Weiwei cursed Chuan Kui Luo silently. It was a stupid idea to escape to the south. These white-haired rats were not good people.
Although it had flatteringly agreed to this strategy when the decision was made. The fearful tail tried hard to dig downwards. The sticky water snake was awakened by the uninvited guest. After scaring the rat man, it was chopped into several pieces by the rat man's sword.
The ground shook violently several times, almost burying Weiwei's way to survival.
On the ground, a huge footprint replaced the bushes that once existed.
Just now, the green energy gathered into a giant like a hill and stepped towards here.
All lives except Lynch died under the big foot.
Fortunately, Lynch’s companions were not here, and the dead were all ratmen who did not have time to escape.
A faint roar sounded from further north, and Lynch keenly saw that a large group of glowing green orcs were coming from the north.
Savage orcs are less civilized than ordinary orcs. Although they cannot use sophisticated armor, they are green enough.
For the greenskins, green and big are symbols of strength.
This damn world really gave them power, and Lynch could feel their extraordinaryness.
Finally, a group of sandbags who would not run away arrived. Lynch decisively rushed towards the green tide, and his figure also inspired the green boys.
The greenskins were looking for tough guys, and apparently, Lizardmen were tough guys, and they could ignite their passion even more than either Skaven or Humans.
The two races born for war met again. Dozens of orc boys were knocked away in an instant. They were Lynch's gift to the Green Tide.
Unlike the ratmen who fled when they saw Lynch coming, the greenskins cheered and kept charging into the charging lizardmen.
This made it convenient for Lynch. There was no greenskin champion who could stop him, which made him like a train driving into a green tide. When he passed through the green tide, thousands of greenskins that hit Lynch turned into spores.
A roar sounded from the depths of the green tide. From time to time, greenskins flew up from that direction and were thrown towards Lynch by brute force, but were dodged by the lizardmen nimbly.
Before Lynch could respond to the clumsy orc warrior's invitation to a duel, the dark clouds turned yellow-green under the white moon.
The dull laughter echoed in the sky, breaking up the yellow-green clouds.
A huge, rotten mouth as big as a valley and full of yellow teeth appeared in the real world, as if it had bitten through the invisible membrane.
A long tongue covered with bubbles stretched out from the huge mouth. The scarlet tongue, carrying a strong smell of shit yellow, licked the ground.
On the west side of the battlefield, forty-nine swollen humans held up snake staffs and stood on seventy-seven forty-nine nodes.
They shouted loudly, seven times in a row.
"fester!"
In the center of the battlefield, a huge scarlet tongue fell to the ground and licked through the green tide.
Surprisingly, it seemed to be just an illusion, and no greenskin was crushed to death by the giant tongue.
The long scarlet tongue finally retracted into the sky, leaving behind only thick shit-yellow mist all over the ground.
In the fog, thousands of green skins quickly rotted and eventually turned into a pool of pus.
The overlapping dull calls echoed in the fog, and not long after, another evil call came from the fog.
"diarrhea!"
No matter how dumb the greenskins were, they knew that the fog was abnormal.
But the speed at which the fog spread was much faster than the speed at which they fled.
The greenskin swallowed by the fog felt his stomach growling like a gong and drum.
The unsightly splashing and stench were enough to make the warriors retreat.
Lynch decisively changed direction and prepared to go around to the west to kill the evil wizard.
"infect!"
Many dull voices were shouting with excitement and trembling, and one greenskin after another fell into the fog. The fog quickly spread into the rat tide, causing many ratmen to struggle on the ground.
(End of this chapter)
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