Arcane Journey

"A bunch of losers, they can't even handle these guys!"

"Fuck me!"

"Kill them all!"

Just when the Abyss Jackals were being repelled under the leadership of the Tauren Druid, a Jackal with a hideous face and scarred body appeared.

He was over five meters tall, and even the strongest minotaurs looked much shorter than him. Obviously, he was the leader of this group of gnolls.

In his hand he tightly grasped a flail, on which flowed an evil and strange light. That light was like the abyss of the dark night, swallowing up every inch of light around it, foreshadowing the coming darkness and despair.

This flail was like a messenger from the abyss, carrying with it endless fear and the breath of death, making all the minotaurs feel chilled.

Brian hid in the dark, his eyes fixed on the flail, especially the cold aura emitted by the iron ball, which made him feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

As a legendary spellcaster, with his keen magical intuition, he can clearly sense that with the swing of this flail, darkness will sweep in like a tide, swallowing up all life and hope.

This is a double-headed flail, one end of which is a minotaur skull with curved horns, which is hideous and terrifying.

On the other end was a human skull, pale and grim.

The two heads seemed to represent different powers and wills, which intertwined together to form an irresistible evil force.

Every time this flail was swung, it was like two demons tearing and roaring at each other, releasing endless fear and death.

From this we can see that the flail in the hands of the gnoll leader is not only his weapon, but also a symbol of his faith and strength.

Then, through the weapons in the hands of the werewolf and his powerful strength, Brian easily guessed his true identity: the chosen one of Yeenoghu, the King of the Werewolves.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are especially jealous of each other.

Since ancient times, there has been an indelible river of hatred between the Tauren and the Jackals. Whenever the two are mentioned, the air is filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Now, with the appearance of the gnoll leader, the long-suppressed anger was instantly ignited.

The roars of the warriors on both sides intertwined into one, the roars and howls shook the sky, and the earth was shaking. A contest concerning race and survival began.

Facing the counterattack of the Abyss Jackal, the Tauren Druid raised the druid weapon in his hand without hesitation.

——"Elemental Rage!"

As the magic weapon in the druid's hand flashed with emerald green light intertwined with scarlet light, like the magic spell of elves in the ancient forest, in an instant, the natural energy in the air seemed to be pulled by invisible ropes and gathered madly around him.

This energy seemed to be endowed with life. Under the control of the druid, it instantly condensed into terrible storms, falling rocks, thunder and flames. It was like a natural disaster, pouring mercilessly on the battlefield where the Tauren and the Abyss Gnolls were fighting.

The storm swept through like a roaring beast with destructive force, rolling up the dust and rubble on the battlefield to form moving stone walls.

Rocks fell from the sky like divine punishment, accurately hitting the enemies who were unable to dodge, making a deafening roar.

The thunder was like the wrath of heaven, cutting through the sky, releasing dazzling arcs of electricity, and tearing the air apart.

The raging flames were like the angry god of fire, spitting out endless flames, turning everything it touched into ashes. The druid's magic weapon seemed even more mysterious in this terrible power, as if it had completely merged with nature itself, emitting a frightening brilliance.

His every move affected the natural elements of the Underdark, making the battle more brutal and intense.

What is even more incredible is that the Tauren Druid's large-scale divine attacks actually have the function of identifying allies.

The horrifying light rolled on the battlefield like a raging wave, and both the Minotaur and the Jackals were caught in it, but the Minotaur stood firm like a rock, while the Jackals were burning with flames all over their bodies, rolling wildly on the battlefield, with wailing sounds endless.

In a flash, the Abyss Jackals began to retreat under this terrifying attack. Some were swept away by the storm, flying in the air like dead leaves, and some were hit by falling rocks, their bodies shattered like broken wood.

Others were swallowed by thunder and flames, turning into balls of burning flames.

The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a Shura field, filled with the breath of death.

Witnessing his subordinates being slaughtered under this horrific magic, a one-sided tragedy, the Chosen One of Yenogu, as the leader of this group of Abyss Jackals, was filled with rage and naturally could not sit idly by.

"You're asking for your own death!" He shouted coldly, with a scornful smile on his lips.

Then, the eyes of the werewolf leader were instantly filled with scarlet blood, and he roared suddenly, like thunder, shaking the earth.

Then, the gnoll leader's body flashed, and he shot out like a ghost. The two flails in his hands turned into two rays of death light, and with the momentum of tearing through space, he rushed straight towards the tauren druid.

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——"Smash!"

Along with the angry roar of the werewolf leader, a tremendous force surged out of his body, turning into a bright light, and hit the huge tauren druid directly.

——"Berserk!"

At the same time, he swung the double-headed flail in his hand tightly, and each swing was accompanied by a roar in the air, as if to tear the space itself apart.

And in the midst of this endless attack, he still had time to point lightly forward. It seemed that his fingertips touched invisible strings, playing a song of death.

——"Law: Shock!"

As this low and majestic spell fell, the Minotaur warriors in the crowd suddenly felt as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on their hearts. They froze in an instant, their eyes empty, and the world suddenly lost its color in their eyes.

In this brief silence, the Abyss Jackal assassins around slid silently like ghosts in the shadows.

The weapons in the hands of the Abyss Jackal were flashing with a heart-pounding cold light, and every flash was a fatal judgment.

In an instant, cold light flashed and streams of blood splattered.

The lives of five or six Tauren warriors came to an abrupt end.

Their heads drew arcs in the air and finally rolled helplessly onto the cold stone slabs, with blood splattering everywhere, drawing a series of shocking pools of blood.

And those bodies that were smashed to pieces, like broken nightmares, lay quietly in a pool of blood, announcing the fragility and disappearance of life.

The Tauren Druid, whose spellcasting was interrupted by the Gnoll Leader, dodged the Gnoll Leader's continuous attacks with his two-headed flail while retreating away from the center of the battlefield. (End of this chapter)