readsfreenovel Chapter 1060 The blood pool has dried up
Chapter 1060 The blood pool has dried up
There is no need for too much communication between mortal enemies. When the witch Heliben, who personally betrayed Ulthuan, appeared, all Assur's hatred for her was second only to Malekith and Moras.
The culpability of Hargansi can be listed in a thick monograph, and 80% of it can be attributed to the witch.
Heliben didn't pay much attention to the unknown and young Drachnir, thinking that he was just a young version of Imric at best.
With no dragon, no star lance, and no Caledor armor, why should I fight with a 6,000-year-old guy?
But soon, Hurley discovered that she was terribly wrong.
Her dexterous body escaped Drachnir's heavy and sharp sword attack, but when the broken double blades hit the shield, a dragon-like roaring breath spurted out from the decorative pattern in the center of the shield, almost killing Heliben. The proud purple hair burned into ashes.
"Blazing Dragon Pattern Shield?!"
She recognized this shield, and even after countless years, she still remembered the heroic appearance of the Dragon Tamer's son when he picked up the artifact shield to resist the army of Chaos.
But didn't that guy die inexplicably, and his body wasn't even found?
The surprise in her heart caused the witch's offensive to slow down, allowing Drachnir to seize the opportunity. Most of his martial arts were learned from Berannar. The Supreme Mage's swordsmanship was astonishingly exquisite, and he mastered almost all mainstream swordsmanship in Ulthuan.
Masnot, Davian and others spared no effort in teaching through words and deeds, imparting years of valuable experience to the prince. Even though he had experienced very few life-and-death battles, under the training of a group of big men, his martial arts skills were by no means extraordinary. An idle person.
What's more... he is not a simple warrior.
Heliben, who was in a jumping posture, narrowly avoided the long sword that was aimed at her neck. The witch was so fast in mid-air that she seemed to regard gravity as nothing. She stretched out her hand towards her waist and struck out with the deadly black lotus. Poison is a good medicine to defeat the enemy.
The black lotus, as black as ink, splashed towards Drachnir in a covering shape under the exquisite control of the witch. Just one drop penetrated into the skin, and it was enough to affect Prince Caledor.
But Drachnir just raised the shield in his left hand and looked coldly at Heliben who seemed to be flying in mid-air and said.
"The sky is definitely not something Druchi can touch. You dirty bugs should lie on the ground and live in the mud!"
Even after a single person casts an anti-army level teleportation spell, the small universe in his head is comparable to that of Slann's prince, and the wind of magic in his body is still not disordered.
He is an out-and-out talent monster, even his father Imrik praised him so much when communicating with his wife behind his back.
With Drachnir at the center, the air within a radius of several hundred meters seemed to become extremely dense, and the black darts of the crossbows used for sneak attacks and assassinations were moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the mental power reaches an irresistible level, everything will become completely different from the impression. Time and space will surrender to the will of the caster, reaching the power of mortal gods.
Draconir cannot, like Lord Croka, use his personal power to make time and space surrender in the mortal world. He can use gravity magic to slow down Druchi. It can be easily done with some effort.
No matter how experienced Hurley was, she never expected that Drachnir, who had acted like a pure warrior just now, could seamlessly transform into a mage in a breath, and still be able to ignore the protective effect of the black fire amulet she carried. Archmage!
In panic, with her old face covered by a mask, Heliben expressed her evaluation of Prince Caledor.
"You're a monster!"
The long sword given by the ancestor himself was pointed at Heliben by Dracnir. Over the years, the weapon that symbolized the family's glory had been completely adapted to his fighting style.
Good magical conductivity is enough to cover up the lack of enchantment effect.
Like the energy of pure moonlight gathering from the bottom of the sword's hilt, Draconir chose to give Heliburn a decent death, completely erasing the witch's body and soul from the mortal world.
Prince Caledor's face was still stern, just like all the blood descendants of the Caledor family in Hellebron's impression. Draconir pronounced the death sentence on Kane's bride in a tone that could not be questioned.
"If it were to kill Druzi, I would be willing to turn into a monster!"
The surge of soul torrents hit Heliben's body. The improved magic formed by the pure eight winds was no less than the original spell.
There was no movement at all, not even the screams and wails that the enemies of Caledor should have before dying. As the torrent of souls slowly disappeared, the items that proved that Hellebore was once the enemy of Drachnir were left on the ground. of broken swords and amulets of black fire.
"Heliben...is dead?"
Turaris was so surprised that he turned a blind eye to the spear thrust out by Neralis. After feeling the severe pain in his chest, he howled like crazy.
The death of the mistress made the Whip of Terror feel such a strong sense of anger for the first time. The God of Bloody Hands cared so much for this believer that even though he was fighting with Pakal, he still did not forget to bless him.
Or maybe Kane's incarnation felt nervous for the first time, and things developed far beyond expectations. After Azul, Sotigo's chosen god, volunteered as a sacrifice and summoned Pakal, he should have immediately gone to the place of decisive battle. The challenger has yet to set off.
Now there is another Caledor prince whose identity is unknown...
What happened to you, Caledor, over the years? With such strength, you were beaten to a pulp in the Battle of Fenouir Plains?
Regardless of the reaction of everyone on the scene, Helleben was dead, and Shadow Blade was forced to take over Tularis's burden, emerging from the shadows to fight Nelalith, the radical of the Twilight Twins.
The heavy chopper, a weapon originally used for executions, was like a rushing wind when Turalis waved it. His hoarse voice was filled with madness, and he viciously cursed Drachnir, who killed Heliben.
"Prince of Caledor, fight like a warrior. You cowards, you relied on dragons in the past, and now you rely on magic?"
Drachnir, who calmly stopped the slashing sword attack with his blazing dragon-patterned shield, asked without emotion.
"If Caledor relies on dragons and magic, what about Druzi? Does it rely on betrayal and conspiracy, or does it rely on your weak and bloody god?"
"Profanity, I will..."
Turaris's rebuttal was met with a strong blow from Drachnir. Under the physical strength comparable to that of a giant dragon, Terror Whip felt as if his arms had lost consciousness.
Draconir's eyes also began to look crazy. He had sacrificed a lot for this war, and those precious people who had passed away would not come back again.
Like damn Hellebon, Eternity became part of the Elven Split.
"Today, I will end Kane's madness, and Caledor will replace the authority of the gods and lead the elves back to the greatness at the dawn of creation!"