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Chapter 368 368
Chapter 368. Lord of Death
The entire battlefield was covered in dense dust. The crystal particles refracted a psychedelic color as they floated in the air, blocking the vision of most people.
At the same time, it also separated the battlefield from the big hole in the ceiling.
This explosion naturally would not kill all the nightmare knights. After all, this group of people was at least level 50, and could be considered an absolute elite.
However, what was commendable was that the damage of the explosion of the ancient mist to high-level Warriors was far greater than that of low-level Warriors because the energy contained in the former's body would resonate with the ancient mist, thus triggering second explosion and causing greater internal damage. Hence, after the explosion, although one-third of the survivors were still walking in the wind with the chaotic sound of horse hooves, the average level had also reached a suitable range.
Char was blocking the exit of the White mist alone, and the sound of horse hooves was approaching.
"They're really bad. They even forgot the basic skills of four columns and battlefield code words..."
He was speechless as he witnessed this.
He had never been underground so early in his life. He could not imagine that the Dark Elf army could be so useless at this point in time...
In the past, they would have experienced the turmoil in Astan City before going underground, and Andaheim was not isolated from the news. After learning of the shocking changes on the surface, they were equally shocked and would retrain the long-abandoned Army, which was why it looked so good.
However, it seemed that this team was not enough to be called a sharp blade before the training, but a rusty scrap iron.
The team was scattered and sloppy. They did not know how to communicate when they were lost, but they were like headless flies wandering around...
Stupid.
Suddenly, a rider took the lead and leaped out, stepping through the thick mist.
He was wearing black armor, and his cape with gold edges fluttered in the wind. The two corners of his cape were embroidered with the emblem of the sprite family with Eternium thread-a side profile of a Dragon tied with a rope.
This meant that they had the dream of taming a giant dragon. Unfortunately, this was realized by the people of Aurania first, so they could only settle for the second best and change to taming the Dragonhawk.
Alright, this was no longer the second-best option, but the worst.
Back to this ride.
He was one of the 14 apostles, the Lord of death, Astro. He was the pillar of Andahaim, and also the sharp blade that could break everything.
Although the Dark Elves of Andaheim were stupid and introverted, everything had its pros and cons.
This kind of isolation made their tactical thinking still traditional. It was still the same set of Air Force harassment, cavalry charge to divide the battlefield, followed by mages' fixed control, firearms, artillery, ballista magic, and large-scale killing. Finally, the shadow servants would split up and participate in the harvest...
This was a well-tested routine. Although no infantry had horses for the entire journey, it was quite practical.
And most importantly, they only knew this F2a, a war strategy of using cannons to kill mosquitoes.
That was probably the case.
This series of events would be easily targeted in a proper war, but it was a fatal blow to a baby like Lavosudeland.
The first fatal attack was launched by Astar.
Once the knights he led broke through the defensive line, everything else would come as promised.
That was why Char had to stop him, as there was nothing to be done.
"It's really this person. Is the pavilion crazy..."
He mumbled, and then threw all the experience in his inventory to the Drow.
[Character: Char]
[Race: Half-elf]
[Identity: Drow Swordsman level 61, Elementalist level 50, Shadow Servant level 50, Mechanic level 50, Origin Spellcaster level 35]
[HP: 3045/3045]
[Mana: 2924/2924]
Attributes:
[Strength: 96.5+5]
[Agility: 130+5]
[Physique: 66+5]
[Intelligence: 130+5]
[Perception: 80+5]
[Charm: 5+2]
Fortunately, the great development of the North had given him a large amount of experience. Otherwise, he would not have had much confidence.
Unlike Char's cautiousness, Astlow did not care about the weak fellow in front of him.
The pride in his heart even made this old general disdainful of bullying the weak. He had originally wanted to step away from the other party, but unexpectedly, this guy's momentum suddenly soared!
"It's ridiculous to preserve your strength in the face of war! Can you adapt to this kind of power?"
Astlow was enraged by his opponent's arrogance. He turned his horse around, and the nightmare beast beneath him charged straight at Char. It was as if he was not a human, but a fragile yet eye-catching dry reed that would shatter with a single charge!
Charge, accelerate!
Astlow raised his sword, which was covered in blood mist, and a pair of cold, iron-like eyes could be seen under his pitch-black helmet.
To be honest-if this old tie were to become an idol, he would definitely be the role model of an iceberg man, and he would also be the type of man who restrained himself.
He did it, he raised it, he stabbed it!
Then, he saw the man who was going to die reveal a strange smile. Then, his body tilted slightly, and a transparent sword that distorted the air came out from a tricky angle.
Clang!
The heavy sound of iron being hit instantly stirred up the flying dust, piercing people's eardrums.
Astlow was rooted to the spot, and his heart was in turmoil. He seemed to be a little surprised that his most powerful attack had been blocked by such a weak enemy...
Char, on the other hand, was sent flying. She somersaulted a few times in the air and plowed a long trail on the ground before she managed to steady herself.
"Damn it, I almost died ..."
He swung his soft right hand, and the "strong and hard hit" in the status bar disappeared after two seconds.
Although the "Tinder of The Origin" had a weaker version of a 50-50 chance of success, at this stage, it was only a defense against the target.
In this kind of head-on confrontation, Shaya could only use the swordsman's [See-through Cut] to fight against it. Even so, Buslow's attack clearly exceeded the damage range of visible cuts, so this part of the damage was presented in the form of a straight line.
Fortunately, Buslow, the Lord of Death, had not experienced too many wars and had not been re-trained. His level of 85 had regressed to around 72 due to various reasons such as old age, indulgence, lack of exercise, addiction to chess, and so on. With the level that Char had raised at the last minute, the two were actually evenly matched.
The dream devil beast stopped in its tracks, and Astlow suddenly took off his helmet, revealing a cold and perfect face that could definitely charm thousands of girls. He just stared at Shaya coldly.
Thanks to the tradition of the Elves, this was the respect between swordsmen. They would take off their hats, introduce themselves, and then go solo.
"Astlow, they call me the Lord of Death," he said, his voice as cold as the moonlight.
Char also got up.
"Char, they call me... Big brother."
Astlow was not interested in this unconventional title. In any case, this person was going to die soon.
He nodded slightly, then took off the [Blood Searching Equipment].
This was the equipment that he had taken from Bloodseeker Bradley. Char had given it to Ethan, and now it was with this guy...
It was this Blood Shield that had allowed him to block the explosion on the garbage mountain. No wonder he had survived despite his high level.
This item was good, but because it was a mandatory set, it excluded other equipment and would weaken the overall attributes of the user. Thus, Astlow had dismantled it. It seemed that he was going to be serious.
Char's eyes swept over the man's slender body, and a very underhanded method suddenly appeared in her mind...
"I hope that our souls can rest in peace after this battle."
Astlow gave a swordsman's bow, and then urged the nightmare beast under him to charge forward without any explanation.
"Tsk, you're really hypocritical..."
Char laughed and did not comment on his opponent's challenge.
Looking at the blade that was drawing out a long Blood-red Phantom in his vision, he took a deep breath and lowered his body slightly.
The memories of the battle with him gradually surged in his mind, and those long-sealed memories surged again. Then, his muscles involuntarily tightened and jumped, and a familiar feeling spread throughout his body.
"It's here!"
Char shouted in anger, and the "Tinder of The Origin" was held in both hands and lifted up diagonally.
At this moment, Astlow's sword had already arrived in front of him. The timing was exquisite, and the simple vertical slash just happened to hit the tip of Astlow's sword!
Although the latter's strength was much stronger than Char's, it was still a cavalry's swordsmanship, after all, and most of the force was determined by the direction of the warhorse. Therefore, under the interference of this force, the direction of the attack was diverted, and the attack that was originally aimed at Shaya's face was actually aimed at his shoulder.
Just as the tip of the sword was about to enter, Char's body suddenly turned into a pool of black shadow.
The surging sword edge pierced through his body, as if it had stabbed into the air.
"Laughable!"
Astlow sneered. How could he not recognize the shadow servant's "Shadow Travel"? The fact that this skill could be created had something to do with him. The Lord of Death immediately turned his horse around.
The nightmare beast let out a shrill cry and made an emergency stop before turning around beautifully. Its upper body leaned back, and its flaming hooves were raised high, directly facing the position where Shaya was about to appear.
If he stepped on it, he would definitely be injured if not killed.
However...
At this moment, Char did not dodge, as if he was seeking death. Instead, he stabbed the horse's stomach.
The tip of the sword suddenly pierced through the horse's stomach and came out from the horse's back...
The position that it reached out from happened to be Astlow's vital point...
'Think about it, he was sitting on the horse's back with his legs wide open...'
Although it was as cold as iron, Astlow's rectum was also warm and soft. The "Tinder of The Origin" had destroyed the softness and sensitivity of a straight man with an amazing momentum...
He had never suffered such a terrifying attack before!
Who the hell would have thought that the dream devil beast, which was even more exaggerated than metal, would be pierced through by a human, and then the rider would be injured?
The nightmare beast could only be blamed for being a living creature, not an object... If it was an object, then the fifty-fifty chance of breaking the defense would not be effective...
It was also because Lysia was too skilled that she could predict this move perfectly...
Astlow immediately rolled down from his horse and curled up like a shrimp, rolling back and forth on the ground.
Char had used a critical attack, and the effect was overwhelming!
However, there was a price to pay. The nightmare beast's weakness was not piercing the horse's stomach, but the hardest crystal on its forehead. Thus, this kind of injury was nothing to it, and its two hooves still stomped down heavily.
Char dodged as quickly as he could, but he was still hit by the attack. He was sent flying like a ragdoll, rolling on the ground with the sand and stones.
"Pfft, pfft..."
He clutched at his ribs as he got up and quickly took a sip of the diluted holy water.
80% of the first-generation holy water was used to heal olynhilu, 19% was used to heal Ethan, and the remaining 0.1 was diluted 100 times. There was no sweetness left, but it was still more effective than the church's most expensive holy water, No. 1. After drinking it, Char's health bar that had just disappeared recovered by a third.
Fortunately, at this moment, Astlow was immersed in pain that he had never experienced before. He had no time to pursue and attack, and he had a brief moment to catch his breath.
At this moment, the Knights, whose perception was far inferior to Astlow's, had also found their way in the scattered dust because of the Lord of Death's scream. One figure after another gradually emerged from the thick fog.
"That's good."
Char snapped his fingers.
Behind him, the cavalry of more than three hundred men slowly moved forward. In the dark mist, the bright silver outlines reflected by the armor formed a straight line, and even the breaths of the warhorses seemed to be the same.
The Silver-feet Knights.
The leader was none other than Ninja Blade.