“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Several silent ice drills, carrying a biting chill, shot out silently but fiercely and cunningly from the blind spot of his sight!
The target was directly at his knees and back!
sneak attack!
Mark's pupils suddenly shrank, and his fighting instinct of life and death instantly overwhelmed his thinking!
The magic power in the body exploded at an unprecedented speed.
"Holy Light Shield!"
Without any warning, milky white sacred light exploded from his body, and the pure light instantly enveloped his entire body like a solid crystal wall!
The ice drill spikes that were strong enough to penetrate heavy armor exploded into dazzling ice chips when they hit the shield. The shield flashed violently, and Mark staggered due to the huge impact force, with a slightly sweet taste in his throat.
It's this half-second delay!
In the shadow of the ice cliff, the figures of the five-member Black Anvil team suddenly appeared!
The dwarf captain, covered in heavy armor with ice-blue runes, raised the giant axe high in his hand and chopped it down with a whistling sound that tore through the cold wind!
The other four cooperated well, forming a fan-shaped encirclement, and their heavy mining hammers blocked the space for them to dodge left and right.
Attacked from both sides!
There is no way to avoid it!
A fierce look flashed in Mark's eyes, and without hesitation, he thrust the pickaxe he had been holding tightly in his hand, which he had been using as a pathfinder, into the icy ground beneath his feet!
"boom--!"
The pickaxe directly transformed into a huge cross, sinking half a foot into the ice. The dazzling holy light spread rapidly along the ice surface like a shock wave!
Divine Judgment!
A pure white circle of light rushed out in all directions on the surface of the earth. The light that should have been sacred actually carried with it energy fluctuations with a strong blasphemous aura!
Blasphemous brand!
"ah!"
"Ugh!"
Several Black Anvil Dwarf warriors who came up to encircle them were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. The pervasive holy light poured in along their metal boots that touched the ground!
The exquisite hidden runes on the armor were instantly overloaded and burned!
Their bodies felt like they were hit by an invisible hammer. Severe pain accompanied by an intense burning sensation swept through their bodies. Their charging posture was abruptly interrupted. They staggered backward with screams, and wisps of purified black smoke rose from their bodies.
Now Mark's Holy Judgment is no longer the skill that can only add BUFF. Even the direct damage is enough to deal to this group of level 5 to 6 dwarves.
What's more, this is Mark's improved spellcasting method, which comes with an attack with the mark of blasphemy!
The dwarf captain who was attacked head-on was able to withstand part of the impact thanks to his higher rank and better armor, and the trajectory of the giant axe was slightly deviated.
Click!
The sharp axe blade passed by the edge of Mark's holy light shield, and the strong wind it brought cut his robe.
The magic power and sharpness of the axe blade actually pierced through Mark's holy light shield.
Mark used the force to spin around and kicked the dwarf in the side, pushing him back several meters and gaining enough space.
But that’s not all!
Mark didn't want to repel them, he wanted to make this sneak attack team completely lose their ability to pursue, and also create enough chaos!
Taking advantage of the moment when the five-man team's formation was scattered and terrified by the impact of the Holy Light Judgment.
Mark took out an ancient sheepskin scroll with his left hand like lightning.
This is the most common low-level healing scroll he usually stocks for treating skin injuries!
"Healing spell!"
Mark decisively tore open the scroll, and his target was naturally not himself!
The scroll shattered, and the soft, pale healing light seemed to be endowed with a soul. It was precisely guided by him, sweeping towards the five Black Anvil Dwarves who had just received the Divine Judgment and still had the Blasphemous Mark on their heads!
The pure and gentle healing energy is like the strongest poison to those dwarf warriors who have been branded and are fighting against the remaining power of judgment in their bodies!
"puff--!"
"vomit--!"
A violent energy conflict erupted in their bodies!
The blasphemous mark attached to the Holy Judgment will transform the low-level healing light that is forcibly infused into their bodies into magical power that will overwhelm and explode them!
The five people, whose blood was boiling and their bodies were burning due to the divine judgment, were instantly hit by severe injuries as if they were hit by the backlash of magic!
Their blood vessels were swollen and about to burst, their muscles were spasming and twitching uncontrollably, and the intense nausea and pain made them fall to the ground as if they were being grabbed by an invisible giant hand.
Even his weapon flew out of his hand, and he could only groan in pain. He completely lost his combat effectiveness in a short period of time and couldn't even raise the alarm or call for help.
"Walk!"
Mark had no desire to fight, and without even looking at the dwarfs wailing and rolling on the ground, he let out a low growl and retreated suddenly.
Xiao Mu had already seamlessly connected and covered his entire body in an instant, perfectly mimicking his figure into a dim snow shadow that quickly passed through the ice surface, and disappeared in the thick fog and intricate ice cracks in the blink of an eye.
In the ice crevice, only five severely injured Black Anvil elites were left struggling in pain.
The leading dwarf captain endured the excruciating pain that nearly tore his internal organs apart and the chaotic conflict of magic within his body, staring intently at the direction where Mark disappeared, his eyes filled with shock.
"Holy light... Such a strong holy light... Ahem... People from the Church of Holy Light?! Why are they here... And what kind of healing technique is this?!"
Mark, who had already gone far away, did not choose to harvest these dwarves.
It wasn't because he was kind-hearted and thought these people were Enzo's fellow tribesmen that he let him go.
Severely injuring this elite Black Anvil was not only to hinder their pursuit, but also to make these three forces suspicious of each other.
A fourth party that is independent of the three parties will inevitably make their actions more cautious.
Especially Monica and Enzo, they are in the other two teams respectively.
Farewell to the dwarven team of Black Anvil.
Mark's figure was like an ink mark blending into the shadow of the rift valley. With the cover of ice cracks and wind and snow, he tracked the faint energy traces and ice debris disturbances left behind when the Deep Furnace branch evacuated.
With his previous experience in mind, the route he chose deliberately avoided the search fan of the elite teams of the three forces, and went deep into the northwest rift zone of the rift valley where the colder and more chaotic energy was.
Suddenly, the edge of my perception caught a peculiar concentrated chill that was not naturally formed.
After passing a huge overturned ice rock, a sparse but unusually tall ancient pine forest appeared at the end of the field of vision at the bottom of the rift valley.
The ice-blue pine needles reflected a cold and hard luster in the faint afterglow of starlight.
It is here that the remaining aura of Torge and his men is the strongest.
Without hesitation, Mark quietly slid down the ice slope and approached the edge of the pine forest.
He silently sank into a thick snow pit on the outskirts of the pine forest. The pine needles and snow perfectly concealed his figure, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes observing through the gaps in the shadows.
Xiao Mu covered him, suppressing his vital signs and energy fluctuations to the minimum.
However, when he carefully extended his soul perception into the forest, his body suddenly stiffened.
There are too many people!
This is wrong!
Earlier in the Deep Furnace Camp, Mark remembered that there were only thirty or forty compatriots struggling beside Torge, all of whom were corroded by the starlight and were dying like rotten ice sculptures.
But now, although the soul echoes coming from the depths of the forest are chaotic and violent, full of destructive restlessness, a rough sense shows that there are hundreds of them!
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