v3 Chapter 153： Daisy lines

"A certain warrior of Minotaur who challenged the temple in the past, used this hatchet to hit hard objects severely during the battle. In this temple, it can be regarded as hard objects..."

Dorn thought so.

The weapons of the Minotaur warriors were naturally used to attack the Cretan bull.

is a first-order bull. Although the skin is rough and thick, it is not a hard object.

After all, when fighting against the bull's body, the tauren people had all kinds of weapons greeted him. At that time, no one's weapons were sharpened to such a degree.

"So, the owner of this hatchet absolutely fought against a Tier 2 metal bull." Dorn made such a judgment.

Then he drove [Eagle View] and looked around the battlefield.

Dorn found that most of the weapons in the hands of those skeletons with weapons had sharp edges and gaps.

In other words, among the Minotaur warriors who have stepped into the temple in the past, there may be more people facing the second-order bull than he had previously guessed.

"Weapon... gap..."

Dorn looked at those weapons, and suddenly remembered that when he was playing against Benissa in the finals, he heard a word from the other party—

"When encountering a powerful enemy that cannot be defeated, even if you lose your life, you must smash the weapon in your hand on the enemy's forehead. This is the usual style of our Minotaur fighters."

Dorn seemed to have a shock in his mind, as if he had grasped some important information, taking advantage of the [Eagle's Eye View] effect still existed, he scanned the metalized bull directly from above.

He set his gaze on the forehead of the Cretan bull, and with his strengthened eyesight, he carefully studied the unexplained circle of daisy-like patterns.

"That's true. It's dying, I should have discovered it! But...it doesn't seem to be too late now."

Dorn’s expression showed the emotions of Mingwu and self-deprecating.

During the battle just now.

He focused most of his energy and attention on screening skills.

I want to try out my own skills, which one can do effective damage to the bull's metal shell.

Therefore, for other detailed information, there is a lack of detailed observation and analysis.

Plus, when I first met a second-tier bull.

Dorn preconceived that the strange pattern on the top of the opponent's head was judged to carry a special function or merely a decorative pattern.

So, in the course of the next battle, although he also paid attention to the pattern again.

But more, I'm still careful to prevent the bulls from using this circle, but it's unclear, but they may carry magical patterns to launch some strange spells or the like.

Now it seems that this kind of thinking and precaution is a fight against the air!

Because of the bonus from the eagle's eyes, after carefully examining the bull's forehead, he finally understood—

The circle of lines on the bull's forehead is not a daisy print for magic or just for beautiful decoration!

is a ring-shaped tortoise crack composed of many small gaps!

"Knock the weapon in your hand to the enemy's forehead...? It turns out that this is not just a combat statement showing the bravery of the tauren fighters. It's not just talking, they really did it..."

Dorn immediately understood the relationship between the cut edge of the weapons in the hands of the Minotaur fighters and the crack marks on the bull's forehead.

The Minotaur warriors who have set foot in the temple for generations all adhered to this fighting creed when facing the tough second-tier bulls.

Even in the face of the second-stage metal bull that could not be defeated, they still maintained an active and fierce fighting state.

They really tried all their strength and possibilities, and they smashed their weapons on the bull's forehead.

has passed through generation after generation.

Maybe it was because of the death blow of a tauren warrior many years ago, or maybe it was due to the active performance of the last temple challenger Nagrand. A ring of tiny cracks on the bull's forehead was born.

This is the key gap left by the Minotaur warriors who have not feared powerful enemies for thousands of years, stepping over a long time limit, and working together in the bull's seemingly impossible metal armor to be physically damaged!

"The damage to the first-order physical body may be recovered during the second-stage transformation and seven years of sleep."

"But the metal fatigue caused by the armor of the second form after being hit continuously can't be repaired by time...Is the Cretan Bull originally set in this way?"

"It seems that if there is no such small gap, the Bull's armor value is estimated to be more than 15,320 points."

Dorn looked down at the bull in mid-air, and had already made up his mind.

It is obviously meaningless to continue to consume one's own blue energy to entangle with the bull now.

tried to hit the tortoise crack road on the bull's head. It seemed that it was the only way to break the predicament and tear the opponent's strong armor.

After having thoughts of fighting, Donn took action immediately.

He first controlled the poison frog that was still fighting with the bull and took a step back.

The huge poison frog that jumped to the back of the bull quickly stuck out its tongue, and quickly grabbed one of the bull's hind hoofs with the front part of its clever tongue.

However, the power gap between the poison frog and the bull is huge, and this pull cannot last long.

The heart is beating wildly.

However, time does not allow Donne to waste. Every minute on the battlefield is precious, and it may be the key to turning the tide of the battle!

He waved his wings and swooped down towards the head of the Cretan bull. The wind swept the heat on his body, making a sound.

【Wrists and Feet】Start!

Eight tentacles whose tones and appearance are in line with demonicization, UU reading once again stretched out from behind him!

Dorn's blue amount is 685 points left.

【Harden】Launch!

The obsidian-like demon skin on the front of Dorn, with the increase of this skill, seems to be arranged more closely, smoothly, and tightly stitched, with a hard feeling visible to the naked eye.

, together with the eight striped tentacles, also became tough.

Dorn's blue amount is 625 points left.

"Moo-roar!" The furious bull saw Don's movement in mid-air and raised his front hoof.

However, because its hind foot was temporarily pulled by the poison frog, it couldn't run and charge for a while, and could only choose to raise its horns to meet Dorn's blow from the sky.

Boom!

A dull crash sounded, and Dorn and the bull collided together. The strong shock and turbulence brought up the overwhelming yellow sand and dust. The time on the battlefield seemed to be stopped by this violent collision.

The tauren people who cleaned the skeletons around, naturally also noticed Dorn’s "sacrifice" blow, so they focused their attention on the center of the battlefield.

When the smoke clears, the tauren people can see that Mr. Donn is still standing in the center of the battle.

His right chest was pierced by a bull's horn.

However, at this price, Dorn's hands again captured the pair of metalized horns. The eight dark red tentacles on the back ribs were also smoothly tied to the bull's head. The suction cup was hard, and the squirming contraction!

and then pulled on the tip of the tongue of the poison frog on the back of the bull's buttocks.