It had to be said that in terms of killing techniques and underhanded tactics, the elves before them were as pure as a bunch of little white rabbits who had never experienced the world.
No matter how vicious and cunning they imagined the enemy to be, when it came to fighting witches who had come from another world, they were still beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the endless plots and schemes of the other party.
At this moment, it was obvious that the Elves had the advantage in terms of numbers and strength. They were definitely the hunters. On the other hand, the vampires, who numbered no more than 200, were the complete prey. They should be thinking about how to avoid the elves' pursuit. It was impossible, and they should not have the guts to turn back and bite the elves.
Unfortunately, this group of vampires just had to do the opposite. They actually hid most of their elites in the pile of elven corpses, waiting for the fish to bite the bait.
And this fish was the "Crow Beak" who could bring great disaster to the vampires, the tier-2 elven prophet, Master Kimbell.
As the pile of corpses exploded, a thick mist of blood instantly filled the area, plunging everything within a radius of tens of meters into darkness. Meanwhile, the Vampire Bats were like a swarm of headless flies flying around, attacking every elf in the vicinity in a frenzy.
But what was strange was that not a single bat broke into the elven prophet's side!
If the enemy had planned this attack, how could they have missed a "big shot" like the elven prophet?
Master Kimbell knew the situation was bad. She quickly retreated while continuously waving the Nature Staff in her hand.
Rays of green light swirled around her body, and dense protective spells such as Armor of Thorns, Nature's Barrier, Tree Skin, and Nature's Guard quickly surrounded her. The dazzling light from the spells was so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
As an Elven Prophet, even though he had lost most of his spellcasting abilities, he was still able to use his instant cast staff, magic items, magic scrolls, and magic potions to buff himself with the most magic protection in the shortest time possible.
Only when he was under such a tight magical protection did Master Kimbell's heart calm down a little. She took out a powerful magic scroll from her waist, narrowed her eyes, and carefully waited for the enemy's attack.
She also had sufficient self-awareness, knowing that with her 6 points of agility, it was impossible for her to escape the enemy's attack range. Therefore, she simply protected herself tightly and waited for her companions to rescue her.
Among the Elves present today, there were 21 Tier 2 Fighters and a Tier 3 Elder Druid. As long as …
Just as the gears in Kimbell's head were turning, a ghostly figure appeared in the thick blood mist and clung tightly to the outermost layer of the thorny armour. As the green ripples spread, the two people in the arena groaned at the same time.
As a Tier 2 Vampire Sorcerer, Mary's attacks were a combination of Blood Energy and Shadow Energy. With five physical attacks per second, she could deal terrifying damage in the shortest amount of time.
In particular, the Blood Energy was extremely corrosive and was adept at breaking through magical defenses, while the Shadow Energy had the property of ignoring defenses. It was a basic skill that a Magic Assassin must master.
Therefore, in just a few seconds, Mary broke through nearly 60% of Master Kimbell's magical defenses with her compound attack. At the same time, the Shadow Energy that penetrated her body also made Kimbell cough up blood.
However, the thorny armour that the Female Prophet placed on herself also had the property of reflecting 30% physical damage. So while Mary quickly attacked her opponent, the blood in her body was also surging, and the damage was endless.
In just a few seconds, the elves and druids had enough time to react.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
A large area of "Natural Light" exploded continuously in the arena.
The elves and druids were all Nature type creatures, so naturally, they would not be hurt by this "Natural Light". Only Mary and her vampire bats were not Nature type creatures, so the humanoid vampires all raised their heads and shrieked in agony. In an instant, they were "purified" by the dense bursts of green light.
The druids were all on the periphery, so it was difficult for them to rush over.
However, they casually cast recovery spells such as "Rejuvenation", "Protection from Evil", "Heal Damage", and other healing spells on Master Kimbell. In an instant, the little bit of damage she had just suffered disappeared without a trace, and her condition was at its peak.
One by one, the druids roared and charged forward. Some turned into violent giant bears, shaking the ground as they charged forward. Some turned into huge eagles, letting out a long cry as they soared into the sky. Some turned into vigorous cheetahs, and with a single leap, they suddenly disappeared in the air …
The Rank 3 elder druid did not expect a little Rank 2 witch to be so bold as to choose to assassinate the Elven Prophet right in front of his eyes. Therefore, at this moment, his entire dark green face was flushed with anger. As he ran with large strides, he waved the oak staff in his hand with all his might.
Above the clearing in the forest, a thunderstorm the size of an acre quickly formed. Bolts of lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl struck down from the rolling thunderclouds, heading straight for the bloody figure that was madly chasing the Elven Prophet.
The Serene Moon Assassin leader, who was already fully prepared, regretfully appeared at the edge of the thunderclouds. Originally, she wanted to use her speed to pin down the Vampire Witch. Unfortunately, the Tier 3 Thunderstorm had blocked her from doing so.
These bolts of lightning did not distinguish between friend and foe. Once she rushed in, she would also be attacked by the thunderclouds!
With no other choice, Natasha turned around and dashed towards the vampires scattered around the periphery to prevent the elves from coming to the rescue. With her strength of Rank 2, dealing with these vampire minions that were only at the level of a senior apprentice was basically a piece of cake. It was exceptionally easy for her to kill them.
In such a difficult situation, anyone would think that the vampire witch would temporarily retreat, avoiding the wave of natural spells before assassinating the Elven Prophet.
However, to their surprise, the vampire witch did not retreat at all. She forcefully withstood the violent thunderclouds and the pouring natural spells, completely sticking to the Elven Prophet's protective shield, and attacked, attacked, and attacked with all her might …
The wild thunderclouds that descended from the sky were reduced by half by the bloody mist that permeated everywhere, but the remaining violent magic energy still electrified half of Mary's body into a piece of charcoal. Although Mary had tried her best to dodge the dense raindrops of "thorns", "Elven Fire", "Poison Strike", "Star Fire" … but the space to dodge was limited. She was still beaten to the point of vomiting blood, and her broken body almost collapsed.
The Elven Prophet who was hiding behind the layers of protection was still fine, but the hunter was already dying!
However, the Elven Prophet's protective shield was only left with a thin layer!
Just when the elves were slightly relieved and were ready to make another wave of efforts to take the abominable vampire witch away, she actually took out a shiny bloody crystal and stuffed it into her mouth.
In the next second, the bloody energy in her body violently surged out, and in an instant, a layer of thick and terrible blood-like mist was instantly formed around her body. At the same time, her own life aura rose once again.
Damn it … Damn it …
At this moment, the striding grade 3 druid elder realized that although his large-scale thunderstorm had caused great damage to the vampire witch, it had also indirectly hindered the rescue of the elves on his side.
Under his violent roar, the surging thunderclouds instantly disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the druids gathered at the edge of the thunderstorm swarmed up and suddenly pounced into the thick bloody mist that was difficult to see.
Natasha, who was the fastest in the field, also quickly got rid of the vampires' entanglement and pounced into the bloody mist.
Amidst the noisy shouts, roars, and roars, an almost undetectable sound of a shield breaking was so shocking.
The mist shook. The Elven Prophet Kimbell ignored her own old age and ran wildly. Her body had just rushed out of the edge of the mist and was about to ask for help from Natasha, who was close at hand. But an extremely sharp blood arrow pierced through the back of her head and flew out from the middle of her forehead.
The blood energy carried by the blood arrow directly eroded the prophet's entire brain.
With a loud bang, the prophet's head exploded, and a fountain of blood soared more than three meters into the sky, drenching the surrounding elves and druids.
Natasha roared angrily and rushed into the bloody mist.
At this time, there were as many as 11 grade 2 elves in the bloody mist. The other grade 2 elves were guarding the periphery of the bloody mist, constantly spreading "Light of Nature" to purify the blood energy. But to their surprise, this thick layer of bloody mist seemed to be constantly replenished. So many elves casting spells at the same time, but they still couldn't quickly purify it.
Natasha and the druids who had entered the bloody mist seemed to have fallen into a terrible blood swamp. No matter how hard they struggled and ran, their speed was inevitably limited to an extremely low level.
That fierce vampire witch had countless incarnations, and at this moment, she was fighting with almost everyone at the same time.
Groans of pain, sounds of claws scratching and stabbing flesh, sounds of blood splattering, and loud roars of anger …
"Open for me …"
Elder Antoril, who rushed to the front of the bloody mist, roared, and a huge green halo instantly smashed into the bloody mist.
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