Chapter 44: The Demonic Spider’s Blessing
Brian withdrew his thoughts and looked at the battlefield.
The reason why he was able to get a brief trance was mainly because there were no opponents. With the addition of him and the sword mage, the melee gradually came to an end.
At this time, except for a female priest who was above the middle level, there were only four drow soldiers left in the drow forces, while three orcs survived by chance.
Even the derro dwarf priests and the drow warriors who rebelled for unknown reasons also eliminated their opponents and rushed towards the drow elves.
So the current situation has become that everyone who survived can't help but point their finger at the only five remaining drow elves.
"While there is still a chance, retreat quickly, don't be reluctant to fight."
Brian walked to the sword mage, held down the hand she was about to raise, and looked into the deep tunnel , deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a rather solemn tone:
"The fighting here may have been noticed by some powerful monsters. If we don't leave, it will be too late."
Here It was not far from the cross tunnel of Fansi Trail, and Brian still vividly remembered the powerful purple insect he encountered when he passed there.
If their fight attracts the attention of purple insects, it is very likely that none of them will be able to escape.
Of course, except for him.
"But. My Purple Dragon Seal Ring is still in her hand."
The sword mage glanced at Brian, hesitated, locked his silver-gray eyes on the drow priestess, and spoke softly The tone said, "Sorry, I can't leave yet, I have to take it back!"
Purple Dragon Seal Ring?
Brian looked stunned and looked at the sword mage thoughtfully. He considered it for a moment and smiled nonchalantly, "Then let's make a quick decision. We don't have much time."
The sword mage heard that After speaking, she looked at him intently, with a hint of gratitude in her cold eyes. She hesitated obviously for a moment, and finally swallowed back what she wanted to say.
"Hey! Two humans over there."
At this moment, a naked orc not far away shouted to Brian:
"I am the warchief from the Iceshield Tribe at the Spine of the World. There are not many people left with this female spider. How about we work together to kill her?"
After saying that, the orc warchief immediately stepped on the corpse of a swamp bearman at his feet and pulled out the sharp ax embedded in the flesh. The blood spurted out and splashed all over him. The bloody look looked particularly oozing.
"It turns out to be the great chief Bingdundun. Your proposal is good." Brian responded with a smile in a mocking tone, "I accepted."
As a person As a wizard, he naturally knows the role of psychological warfare.
In this kind of tense and exciting battle, the more comfortable and relaxed you are, the greater the enemy's mood swings will become.
Sometimes, you can often receive miraculous effects that determine the situation of the battle.
At this moment, the pretty ebony face of the drow priestess had become distorted with anger after hearing these words.
“Fart!”
The orc’s roar echoed in the tunnel, “I am the chief of the Iceshield clan, not Bingdundun. If you agree, then let’s kill this guy together. A female spider, and then they went their separate ways."
Brian glanced at each other from the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Because this orc has no intention of doing anything.
There is no doubt that they want to use him as cannon fodder, or sneak away while they are fighting.
“This is a good suggestion.”
The dirty and black Derro dwarf played with a short sword in his hand, and together with the silent drow, came to Brian’s side, smiling. said, "I agree, let's kill the female spider in Ancient Orens City together."
"Alas"
A deep sigh came from the dark corner of the tunnel, " Violence only breeds violence. Hatred has taken root in people's hearts. Is there nothing that can be done?"
"Shut up!"
"Little fish man, shut up!" "Shut the hell up!"
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Three angry scolds interrupted the sigh almost at the same time.
Brian saw that among the three interrupters, in addition to the orc chief and the derro dwarf, there was also the drow warrior with a very low sense of presence.
It can be seen from this that the Kuo Toa fish inmates may have had enough of his brainwashing.
He subconsciously looked back at the Kuo Tao fish man who came out of the shadows.
I was immediately surprised to find that this little fish man wearing only coarse linen clothes had eyes as calm as water and his steps were light and steady, giving people a feeling of being weathered and seeing through everything.
A Kuo Tao who takes up the profession of monk.
Brian guessed his identity.
I immediately stopped paying attention to this guy who preached pacifism and immediately focused his attention on the front.
Facts proved.
‘Villains’ usually die from talking too much, and this is absolutely true.
With a few short exchanges, the drow immediately had a rare moment of respite.
Brian's vigilant eyes had noticed that the priestess suppressed the anger in her heart and began to quietly accumulate strength.
He looked at the sword mage next to him, asking her to be more vigilant, and then shouted to the orc not far away:
"The great chief of Bingdundun, didn't we agree to it? Kill this female spider together, why don't you do it. Is this the fighting style of the Spine of the World? No wonder you can only be driven to the barren mountainous area by dwarves and elves to tremble."
Brian made the final addition, "An orc warchief who has lost his power and glory is simply degrading Gruumsh. I can't stand it anymore."
In this situation. In a world dominated by gods, if you want to mock someone, there is nothing more practical than making fun of the gods they believe in.
"Don't worry, Gruumsh has lost one eye a long time ago." The Zedi Ursine looked at the orc warchief provocatively, grinned and mocked:
"How could a blind orc see this After all, the great chief from the Bingdundun clan is not even ashamed of his cowardly behavior."
"Hahaha" the Derro dwarf laughed exaggeratedly.
“What the hell! Shut up!” The orc warchief’s eyes flashed with anger and he roared:
“I belong to the Spine Mountains of the World, under the command of the King of Arrows, The most powerful orc tribe, Bingdundun. Bah! I am the chief of the Ice Shield clan. Under the witness of Gruumsh, I will wash away all the shame I have suffered from this female spider!"
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——"Higher Fury!"
With the wild roar, the orc chief's already extremely powerful body began to expand rapidly.
Terrifying muscles and ferocious veins emerged, followed by bursts of crackling explosions. The bones in his body rose one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, until he turned into a statue over 3 meters tall. giant.
The berserker is an outstanding fighter. Generally, warriors rely on good training, but the berserker possesses powerful berserk power.
When in a rage, they become stronger, better able to strike opponents and withstand attacks.
At the same time, the drow priestess who was accumulating strength ignored the furious orc warchief and sneered coldly and viciously, "You despicable lower races, all go to hell!"
—— "Blessing from the Demonic Spider!"
As the priestess chanted the incantation high-pitchedly, a circle of emerald blue flames appeared around the four drow warriors. As the flames weakened, the bodies of these drow warriors The head strangely transforms into a spider head at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huge, terrifying spider claws and spider fangs crackled out of their bodies as the drow warriors howled in pleasure and pain.
(End of this chapter)