Chapter 331

Gawain studied spell cards carefully.

The power of Azeroth's law contained in different spell cards is obviously different, how much and how little, so it is difficult to judge the effect of Spell Cards.

The "ancestral therapy" that helped Lancelot dispel evil energy invasion summoned the soul of legendary ancestors, which proved that even a level 0 magic card can be equivalent to the action of legendary professionals as long as it has special effect.

This card, too.

Gawain doesn't know which legendary Orc warrior this is, but it is indeed a legend.

The giant sword cut off the head of the elf warlock, and then cut off her body.

From top to bottom, one cut two.

Lancelot held his sword and breathed.

Although the whole battle process is very short, only more than ten seconds, it is actually very dangerous and intense.

In such a short time, Gawain used five cards, used the "brass finger tiger", and finally succeeded in killing the elf warlock thanks to the attraction of Lancelot and sarnos.

To this end, sarnos was hit hard.

But everything is worth it.

Gawain looked at the miserable corpse of the elf warlock at his feet and smiled.

Elven warlocks are strong, no doubt.

Then her body must contain a lot of divine power, at least much more than Shiva's Avatar. Once sacrificed, she will also get more faith value. What Gawain lacks most now is faith value.

Raise your hand and sacrifice.

But I saw Lancelot suddenly raise his sword.

Gawain turned his head and saw the statue of the blasphemer in the deepest part of the hall. He opened his eyes.

"Humble mole ant, you hurt my avatar?"

"You must die here!"

The statue of the blasphemer stood up, waved a double headed giant sword and rushed to Gaowen.

"Gawain, come on, I'll stop it!"

Lancelot held his sword in front of Gawain.

Such a huge body, almost as high as three floors, is naturally much more terrible than the previous elf mages, even if it contains not much divine power.

The temple is located in the mountain.

If the statue of blasphemer wants to destroy the mountain, it is not difficult with its huge body.

When the temple collapses, no one can escape.

So he wants to delay for Gawain so that Gawain has a chance to escape.

But

Gawain didn't move.

He just raised his hand.

A card turns white and disappears.

A huge golden fist suddenly appeared from the void and hit the head of the blasphemer statue.

The effect of cards is always instant, and even the gods can't predict.

The "smashing hand" under the double increase caused damage of up to 10 steps. The statue of the blasphemer in front of us is not particularly hard and the material used is not good. After all, there is no way to find enough good and enough stones for such a large statue.

Not hard enough.

Although it is enough to resist the heavy sword, even if the axe and hammer can only break a few pieces, but

The golden fist falling from the sky is almost bigger than the arm of the statue.

The fist blessed by the power of double law can cause up to 10 levels of damage. Naturally, it is not generally hard.

Under the heavy blow of his fist, the head of the statue of blasphemer broke directly into splashing stones.

Click!

A crack appeared on the surface of the statue.

But it's the second.

Then there are more.

Dense, like a cobweb.

Finally, completely broken.

"Humble mole ant, I remember you!"

"I will watch you in the abyss!"

With two unwilling curses, the war finally ended.

"Then take a good look. I'm thick skinned and won't be embarrassed."

Gawain looked at the accumulated gravel and the corpse of the Elven warlock pressed by the gravel, and finally showed a satisfied smile: "Uncle Lancelot, move all the corpses, search the whole temple, and get all the valuable things!"

……

……

Blood moon mage tower.

A layer of blood border visible to the naked eye, launched from the top of the tower, enveloped the whole mage tower and hundreds of feet near the mage tower.

Not just the ground and the sky.

Even the underground is shrouded, and those demons who are good at drilling can't penetrate from the ground.

This intense blood boundary condenses the accumulation of the mage tower for thousands of years, connects with the magic net deep underground, and has a far continuous energy supply. Even if a real legendary mage comes, he can't attack it in a short time.

But now, master Roy has no sense of security.

Because what he has to face is a more terrible existence than ordinary legends.

"Mages of the blood mage tower, I am Draco, a high-level member of the blasphemy. Now, I ask you to give up resistance and surrender to the powerful 'broken wing', Lord brusars! You will be allowed to join the blasphemy, fall into the arms of the devil and become a noble warlock!"

Draco stepped forward and two demon guards stood beside him to protect him.

In the sky, there are four doomsday guards flying, overlooking the blood moon mage tower from a high altitude, ready to launch a thunder attack at any time.

Draco enjoyed the pleasure of revenge.

He was chased by Roy more than a month ago and almost died. Now he came here, surrounded by hundreds of demons and brought a powerful abyss Lord.

How can a small mage tower, even if it has existed for thousands of years, resist the power of Lord brusars?

"Draco, my favorite student. I'm only pleased to see you grow up and become a high-level mage step by step. I thought you would take over my position and preside over the mage tower soon, but I didn't expect that you chose to betray."

Master Roy tried to keep the surface calm. Although he was anxious, he didn't let anyone see it.

He looked down at Draco, just like looking down at his own child. His eyes were full of blame and anger: "you seem to have forgotten what the Betrayer should pay!"

"Archmage, is it so easy to be promoted, Roy, my respected teacher?"

Draco stooped slightly to show his respect, but the corners of his mouth showed impatient ridicule: "I know my talent! Maybe I can't be promoted to a grand mage until the end of my life! But now, I have become a grand warlock, on an equal footing with you! Mage? Hehe. Arcane energy comes from twisting the void, and the devil is the real master of energy utilization!"

"Maybe we should negotiate."

Roy was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "you should return to the Shenduan mountain. The blood moon mage tower will not set foot there. If you must attack, death is the only thing waiting for you."

"Don't talk nonsense to him, humble Warlock. He's procrastinating. You can't guess? Stupid!"

The "broken wing" is obviously better at solving problems by force.

He carried a huge sword and walked on four strong legs. Every step caused the earth to tremble.

"Attack!"

At the top of the mage tower, master Roy ordered.

A statue of demons lined up and came to the blood border. Behind them were dozens of mages, as well as more mage followers, mage tower guards and servants.

Battle, it's on!