The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 347 Fierce Battle

"Ahem... I didn't expect to be careless..."

Under Rohan's expectant eyes, Caranthir's figure finally came out of the purple smoke, but he looked extremely embarrassed:

I saw all kinds of small cracks on the originally gorgeous skeleton steel armor on my body, and even the crystal on the frost staff in my hand became dim, as if it would shatter in the next second.

However, if you observe from now on, you will find that the aura on Caranthir's body has not weakened at all. On the contrary, some fine snowflakes have begun to fall in the surrounding air, covering the surrounding ground.

Looking at the injuries on his body, instead of showing any cowardice and fear, Caranthir propped up the staff in his hand even more excitedly, looked at the Witch King in the distance like a torch, and said:
"You can actually hurt me to such an extent, you are really strong!"

"...Big words!"

Hearing Caranthir's offensive remarks, the Witch King, who was originally interested in him being able to withstand the destructive arrow without suffering serious injuries, immediately turned dark, and then angrily raised his magic again.

who is he?He is the supreme Witch King!

In his opinion, Caranthir was just a lucky one who happened to escape the magic attack, but now he still dared to mock himself like this, it was like a little mouse drinking cat milk - jumping around!
The hands of His Majesty the Witch King once again gathered a strong and strange purple light, and the wind of death filled the surrounding square like tar, even brutally sucking the vitality of the surrounding soil.

I have to say that the dark magic is indeed a powerful magic that can rival the high-level magic in power. The only problem is that it is too difficult to control:

Looking at the chaotic wasteland full of cracks and wounds around His Majesty the Witch King, the corners of Rohan's eyes couldn't help twitching, apparently distressed by the cost of the aftermath.

Just when Luo Han was hesitating whether to intervene in this battle, a soft and beautiful voice suddenly sounded from Luo Han's heart, which made his nervous heart gradually relax:
"The wind of death has always been known for its unruly and twisted rage, and only the most arrogant, most ruthless thoughts, and the most powerful will like Malekith can completely dominate it."

"Ms. Mist, have your injuries healed yet?"

"Asuryan still didn't kill me after all. Although my body and strength have not yet returned to their peak state, it is still possible to purify the corruption of the Chaos Demon."

Hearing that Ms. Mist's voice was no longer as tired and sad as before, Rohan was secretly relieved, and then looked at the wasteland on the ground with some anxiety and asked:

"Ms. Misty, the magic cast by the Witch King seems to be obtained by squeezing the vitality of the surroundings. Could this behavior cause demons to invade?"

After all, the continent of Westeros has a magic school that he strongly supports, and the soil here is also suitable for developing into a world of high-quality food and grass. It would be a pity if it was invaded by chaos.

Fortunately, Ms. Mist never disappointed her believers. A warm holy light descended from the sky, and then Ms. Mist's voice came from Rohan's heart again:

"Don't worry, I'm here for this purpose. After all, the wind of magic is as important as the air needed for survival to Chaos Demons. I can't just watch this place be stained by Chaos."

As the holy light shone on the nearby wasteland, green leaf buds and pink petals full of vitality instantly covered the surrounding land, and even the scarred dead grass was revived with vitality.

His Majesty the Witch King, who was also illuminated by the holy light, was also favored. The wounds caused by the power of darkness under the midnight armor were also constantly recovering, and the scorched meat also grew pink and tender granulation.

Bathed in the holy light of Lady Misty, His Majesty the Witch King couldn't help but flashed Alisara's warm embrace again, so he closed his palms and murmured:

"Such a terrifying revival of life... Huh, the power of the gods, I don't need it!"

His Majesty the Witch King silently felt the numbness coming from his body, and then looked arrogantly at Luohan who was standing in the distance, and his hands began to condense the frightening wind of magic again.

The violent wind of darkness was constantly tearing the surrounding air. Caranthir, who didn't know much about the wind of magic, was immediately overwhelmed by the amazing momentum of His Majesty the Witch King, and then nervously prepared to meet the enemy.

But Luohan, who was familiar with the Witch King, still noticed one thing, that is, compared with the almost violent and frightening light in the Witch King's hand before, the wind of darkness that condensed again is much calmer now.

Obviously, the Witch King, who had never liked to default on others, finally stopped because of the favor he had received from Ms. Misty just now, and was not going to take Caranthir's life.

"Hehehe, it seems that our Majesty the Witch King is still a very Asassi boy after all, and he is even merciful~"

Looking at the rather dim purple light in the hands of His Majesty the Witch King, Rohan, who is not too serious about watching the excitement, couldn't help covering his mouth with a smirk, and then began to share a little secret about His Majesty the Witch King with Ms. Misty:
"I once saw a teenage girl give a small yellow flower to His Majesty the Witch King. Although His Majesty the Witch King didn't seem to care, I saw the flower in a vase when I was cleaning the room. .

His Majesty the Witch King is really kind. Since there is no sunshine in Castle Black, he can only choose to water the flower with the blood of 10 slaves every day. Even after decades, the little flower is still growing. grow~"

"This is really an interesting anecdote. Perhaps, as you said before, Malekith is an elf with a conscience, but he doesn't have much conscience?"

After listening to Rohan's description, even Ms. Misty couldn't help but sigh at the arrogance of His Majesty the Witch King, and then couldn't help but look at the Witch King in the distance with amazed eyes.

This kind of behavior similar to lying to herself really made her not know what to say, so she could only choose to watch.

After all, although His Majesty the Witch King's actions were to support the little flowers that the girl gave him, this warmth needs the blood of tens of thousands of slaves to irrigate. Maybe this is the kindness that belongs to Du Luqi alone?
Just when the spirits were chatting with each other, the battle on the square had already entered a fierce stage, at least in Caranhill's view:

brush--

Accompanied by waves of whistling sounds, the wind of death around His Majesty the Witch King instantly condensed into sharp magic blades, and then rushed towards Caranthir in the distance like a roaring tornado!
After only one round of confrontation just now, he already understood that the reason why Caranthir was able to avoid his destructive arrow must be due to the space magic mentioned by Rohan.

If it were any other Durucci sorceress, they would definitely be shocked by Caranthir's tricky space ability, and would not know where to start.

But who is he?

He is the son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, the second black magic master in the entire Naggaroth and even the Drucci clan!

Since you have to hide around like a mouse, spread the blade all over the battlefield and see where else you can hide!
"It's 【Blade Storm】. I have seen His Majesty the Witch King use this move on the battlefield to eliminate the Ratmen. Tsk tsk, I still have a deep impression of the horrible and bloody scene at that time."

Seeing the magic sword pressing down on Caranthir overwhelmingly, Luohan couldn't help but fell into a burst of memories, and his mind was full of the terrible scene of the tens of thousands of clan rats being torn into pieces of flesh.

Since Rohan was only a recruit of the Black Guard at that time, he was unfortunately splashed by the sea of ​​blood when he was on the front line, and his armor covered with spikes was covered with mince.

On the contrary, those naked Miss Wu Ling didn't shy away from the blood on their bodies. A few of them, who claimed to be Kane's brides, even knelt down on the ground and started to indulge themselves, which disgusted him to the core.

However, the foul-smelling blood of those ratmen was able to enter the bodies of the beautiful witch spirit sisters through their fingers, which can be regarded as a worthy death.

'Hey, that unpretentious and boring life is gone forever after all. Sure enough, I can be called a civilized elf now that I'm well-dressed? '

While Rohan was still recalling the various crazy scenes that had appeared on the battlefield, Caranthir finally stopped caring about the so-called three tricks of comity, and began to prepare for a counterattack:
"Ice wall, rise up!"

Since the square was already covered with snow, Caranthir's ice magic easily erected a three-meter-thick ice wall, completely enveloping Caranthir's body.

More importantly, this ice wall not only successfully blocked the advance of the blade storm, but also made my king, the witch king, lose the opponent's vision, unable to see clearly what Caranthir was doing.

Faced with this situation, His Majesty the Witch King silently pulled out his long black blade named 'Destroyer' from his waist, and at the same time attached the power of darkness to the blade, and then said regretfully:

"Looking at your appearance, I thought you might be a straightforward hero, but I didn't expect you to be just a despicable person with a stealthy style."

As a thoughtful ruler, His Majesty the Witch King is not only a warrior who can hack and slash, but also a tactician with great strategies.

Although he didn't want to admit it, due to the lack of information about Caranthir, even he couldn't guarantee that he had a 100% chance of winning, let alone the damn prophecy.

As long as he can figure out a way to force Caranthir to take the initiative to attack, the battle situation will improve immediately!
"Go to hell!"

Sure enough, the young and energetic Caranthir couldn't listen to any ridicule from His Majesty the Witch King. After all, in his view, he lacked the perspective of God, and he was still fighting equally with His Majesty the Witch King.

And based on his past experience, the Witch King who cast two large-scale spells in a row should have run out of gas, and now is a good time to collect his head.

As long as you can attack yourself, everything will be fine!
I saw Calahir's figure suddenly flashing behind His Majesty the Witch King, and immediately waved his wand and shot several sharp ice picks at the opponent, and at the same time, he slammed the floor with his other hand.

Psychic Wild Hunting Dog!

ooh-

I saw a large portal large enough to accommodate ice elements suddenly appearing behind Caranthir, accompanied by bursts of howling like a pack of wolves.

It is the hundreds of wild hounds that Carlanthir built in this month!
I saw these loyal construct hounds rushing out of Caranthir's portal at high speed, staring at the Witch King in the distance with their eyes without any light, intending to tear him into pieces.

At the same time, the ice wall that was originally covered by the blade storm also collapsed in an instant, and dozens of wild hunting dogs that had been waiting for a long time also began to strike at the back of His Majesty the Witch King, forming two bread sandwiches with cheese!

(It's outrageous that his input method can't find the original version of this sentence!)

If it were the other mages with low physical strength, they would probably have been frightened by the overwhelming frenzied dogs and turned around and ran away, or tried to find a way to go to a place they couldn't touch.

But how could Malekith be intimidated by a pack of hounds half his height?

"Innocent!"

Accompanied by Malekith's angry growl, the Destroyer in his hand, which contained terrifying magic power, immediately plunged into the snow under his feet, and a steady stream of magic power began to flow into it.

He was going to tell the pompous young elf that it wasn't just Ein-Air who could manipulate ice and snow!

"Let's experience [Bone-piercing Cold Wind]!"

carrara -

A steady stream of purple halos began to appear at the feet of His Majesty the Witch King, and since then they have continued to spread towards the surroundings at a rapid speed, constantly stirring up loose snow on the ground.

At the same time, sharp ice picks that were white and purple began to rise from the ground, and then stabbed towards the rushing wild hunting dog like a moving horse! !

"Come back soon!"

Caranthir was keenly aware of the possibility of deceit, so he hurriedly gave orders to the wild hunting dogs that were rushing towards His Majesty the Witch King, but it was still a step too late.

Constructs began to show their weaknesses. Although they can indeed be fearless and fearless that flesh and blood fighters cannot match, there is also a huge flaw, that is, lack of intelligence!

Although Caranthir's order was successfully passed on to some of the later Wild Hunting Dogs, there were still many Wild Hunting Dogs suddenly rushing towards the Witch King fearlessly.

Kacha~
The sound of ice shattering was endless, and the body of the Wild Hound's construct made of ice just touched the ice thorns on the ground, and it instantly turned into a pool of fragments and fell to the ground.

After all, although these ice cube armors are hard, they can only be constructed with magical core-driven structures, which cannot be compared with the subzero and high Baidu low temperature that contains the power of magic.

Looking at the ice slag scattered on the ground and Caranthir who was stunned in place, Malekith's face under the mask showed a rare smile, and then he picked up a core from the ground and spoke in a playful tone. asked:

"I seem to have broken your toy. Although I don't know how much it cost, it shouldn't be worth much. Why don't I cover it all?"

"Bastard!"

(End of this chapter)