Chapter 0646 The Key to the Battle

High-level shooters are the nemesis of all spellcasters!

Many veteran wizards have repeatedly emphasized this point in their wizardry notes, but Grimm has always regarded it as a special case of "once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years" and has never really taken it seriously.

After all, there has never been such a powerful and high-level shooter in the wizard world.

Therefore, when the six elven archers suddenly turned into firepower turrets and poured magic burst arrows at him and the terrifying fire demon at a speed like a storm, Grimm was blown to pieces and his scalp was numb.

Supported by such a terrifying firing rate, the magic burst arrows with an average power of only 40 to 50 degrees have also become a big killer, constantly stacking damage to 200 to 300 degrees. Moreover, this terrifying and continuous damage is concentrated in a small area of ​​less than one meter in radius.

As a result, the lava shield that Grimm and the terrifying fire demon have worked hard to support is often shot and exploded by the enemy in less than 3 seconds!

Fortunately, Grimm had a powerful bodyguard who was not afraid of low-intensity physical damage.

Seeing the critical situation, Tigule drove the Goblin Ripper to a mechanical charge and came to Grimm, blocking the enemy's attack with his huge and solid body.

All the attacks of the Goblin Ripper were instantaneous, so the violent explosion would not interrupt the attack preparation in his hand. When the Goblin Ripper waved four metal mechanical arms and fired energy bombs around frantically, those dense magic burst arrows were detonated by the energy shock wave halfway.

The metal shell behind the Goblin Ripper cracked, and twelve Goblin rockets rose from it. The short cigar-like Goblin rocket tails sprayed orange energy flames, and they squeaked like fish and pounced on the six Goblin spirit shooters.

Such long-range attacks were simply child's play for the elf sharpshooters, and were not more difficult than shooting fixed targets. So several elven archers raised their slender hands, the bowstrings vibrated, and one by one, the magic explosive arrows shot down all the whistling goblin rockets.

However, in this way, their firepower suppression on the two terrifying fire demons became negligible.

So, Grimm and the fire demon roared and summoned a large fire storm again to sweep the area where the elves were.

They have learned well and no longer use those witchcrafts that require continuous guidance or are easily intercepted, but instead change to this large-scale fire witchcraft. This kind of fire storm with only 180 degrees of fire damage may be slightly insufficient to deal with druids, but it is enough to deal with the weak elven archers!

For this large-scale fire witchcraft that cannot be intercepted and destroyed at all, the elves are completely helpless and can only dodge to avoid the area where the fire storm is most concentrated.

Invisibly, the battle formation formed by the elven archers is much looser and slacker than before.

Seeing the right moment, Grimm waved his hand without hesitation, and more than a dozen lava dogs with red flames all over their bodies crawled out of the fire pool under his feet. Each of them is the size of a lion or tiger, and their bodies are completely cast by hard lava and semi-molten magma.

Although most of their bodies are made of hard lava, they do not give people a sense of bulkiness and sluggishness. They stepped on the metal deck, flew across the metal cabins, and quickly approached the scattered elves.

Under normal circumstances, the summoned lava dogs are only at the level of quasi-wizards. But since Grimm chose to specialize in fire, he has a powerful power far beyond that of ordinary wizards in any fire magic.

These lava dogs surprisingly have the basic strength of wizards!

It's a pity that on today's battlefield, even wizard-level creatures can't change anything, and can only be used as cannon fodder to contain the opponent's attack.

Fifteen lava dogs rushed up and only lasted 49 fingers before they were killed by the opponent like cutting melons and vegetables.

At this time, another large-scale fire magic jointly activated by Grimm and the terrifying fire demon was also coming to an end.

Fire Gate!

As a fire gate made of pure lingering flames was formed in front of the two fire demons, a large number of fire elemental creatures emerged from the crimson light gate and rushed towards the elves.

Fire children, fire birds, fire crows, fire snakes, fire lizards, fire spirits...

Various strange fire creatures emerged in an endless stream, but the largest number was still the low-level fire element with a height of 2 meters and a vague human appearance. Although there were many of them, their basic strength was mostly below that of intermediate apprentices, and few of them had the strength of advanced apprentices.

In order to block the elves' advance, Grimm used the fire amulet to directly open a small passage leading to the fire element plane, from which he summoned a large number of fire elemental creatures.

After rapid treatment, the two druid masters basically recovered their combat capabilities, and most of the injuries on their bodies had healed. Therefore, when they saw the fire elements attacking from all over the mountains, they roared to the sky, transformed into terrifying and ferocious monsters again, and rushed into the enemy group with a roar.

The two powerful level 2 monsters faced a group of fire elements whose average level was no more than that of intermediate apprentices. The fighting situation was just like a bull rushing into a watermelon field, trampling wantonly, charging forward, and destroying with ease... The low-level fire elements did not pose any threat to them at all. Instead, they were smashed and trampled by the monsters they transformed into in the monster group.

If it weren't for the flame gate that swelled and spewed out nearly a hundred fire elements every ten or so seconds, I'm afraid these little guys couldn't withstand the crushing of the two powerful monsters.

After the battle broke out, the elves in the rear also became restless.

The two weapon masters sneered, drew out the elven swords and rushed into the reassembled magic machine battle group. With the support of their powerful fighting spirit, the already sharp elven swords became more and more invincible, and even the mechanical arms of the magic machine, which were as thick as stone pillars, could not withstand the casual blows of the weapon masters.

Even if the magic machine battle group fought hard, they still couldn't resist the wanton slaughter of the two weapon masters.

And the silver Pegasus knight was the incarnation of the swift god of death, riding a silver Pegasus high above the deck. Once any witch showed a flaw, he would instantly turn into a silver light and swoop down from the sky.

If the witch he locked onto didn't have a strong means of survival, it would be almost impossible for her to escape from the sword of the Silver Pegasus Knight. Within two quarters of an hour of the battle, two dark witches, one dead and one seriously injured, were killed by him. This obviously angered the Level 2 dark witch hiding in the dark.

Therefore, as the moonlight dimmed, the entire flight deck became dark and gloomy.

When the Silver Pegasus Knight swooped down again to kill a dark witch, the shadow cast by the Silver Pegasus on the flight deck suddenly swelled, and more than a dozen black tentacles as thick as bowls stretched out from it.

The black tentacles all had terrifying creeping suckers, which swept around the four hooves and wings of the Silver Pegasus, and then suddenly tightened, intending to pull them into the shadow.

For the dark witches, the shadow world is their home!

Fortunately, the shadow plane is a completely open plane world that never refuses the entry of any foreign creatures, nor does it exclude most material planes. That's why the dark witches could easily open an entrance to the shadow plane in the Farn plane.

However, the 2nd-level silver Pegasus knight was not incompetent. He was not panicked when he was suddenly attacked. The elven sword in his hand flashed with brilliance, and he cut off the several black tentacles that entangled the silver Pegasus one by one.

The broken black tentacles fell on the flight deck, twitching and twisting like living things.

Without the support of dark matter, they soon could not maintain their stable form. As the cut tentacles melted quickly, the alloy deck under them was also eroded by the thick dark matter to form a huge pit.

Freed from the shackles of the black tentacles, the silver Pegasus neighed and tried to flap its wings to fly back into the sky.

And the dark witch hidden in the shadows could no longer bear it. A long figure appeared from inside and waved at the silver Pegasus that kept flapping its wings.

"Get down..."

As she shouted, a strange black chain clattered around the silver Pegasus again, and then it tightened and began to pull it down from the sky along with the elf knight on its back.

The huge black mist suddenly spread, enveloping the elf knight and the silver Pegasus. Then, the elf knight's angry growl and the loud sound of fighting spirit burst out from inside. Although blocked by the mist, it still couldn't cover up the dazzling elemental brilliance when the fighting spirit burst out.

In the darkness, two figures of different heights rushed back and forth like a revolving lantern, fighting hard.

Fearing that the silver Pegasus knight would be lost, a weapon master rushed into the black mist waving a sword.

So, the energy agitation in the depths of the black mist became more and more violent!

Almost everywhere in the center of the deck, you can see 2nd-level strongmen fighting, and the energy aftermath they agitated is often as high as 100 or 200 degrees. For those 1st-level witches or elves, this is already a very dangerous level!

Once their shields or protections were hit by the energy aftermath of the fierce battle between the strong, even if they didn't die, they would lose all their protection. If they were targeted by an opponent of the same level at this time, it would almost be a sure death.

Therefore, those level 1 witches or elves avoided the central area of ​​the deck and fought again at the edge of the floating giant ship.

Poison, curse, feather arrows, long swords, swords, natural spells, wind witchcraft...

All the means that could be used were taken out, everything was for the purpose of rapid killing, and both sides had almost tried their best to defeat and crush their opponents.

And in this chaotic battle frenzy, Grimm fought hard with his opponent while silently observing the abnormality in the sky.

After all, there were two level 3 strong men there.

And their victory or defeat was the only factor that determined the future direction of this battle!

As for the bravery and life and death on the deck, it was just an insignificant embellishment and background...n

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