Antoril felt that he was so unlucky!
With the Druid's affinity with nature, he thought he could smoothly pass through every forest in the Calan Continent. But unfortunately, this underground world was not as friendly to him as he thought.
Ever since he tracked the group of vampires into the Scar of Death, Antoril was horrified to find that it was almost a land of death. Ghost trees, withered vines, disgusting mutated magic plants, and countless undead creatures …
Relying on his superior strength, Antoril plunged into the terrible twisting maze of the underground world without any hesitation.
It had to be said that with Antoril's powerful individual strength, there were almost no creatures in the underground maze that could trap him or hold him back. When he transformed into the Thunder Roc with lightning talent, those stiff and sluggish zombies and skeletons couldn't even touch his feathers before they were blasted into pieces by the lightning falling from the sky.
The Thunder Roc was a natural lightning-type magical beast. Whether it was flying or attacking, it would naturally trigger the "Lightning Strike" spell. This Tier 1 spell could deal 40-60 points of lightning damage, and it also had a paralyzing effect.
So when a large group of skeletons, zombies, and ghouls blocked the Thunder Roc's way, they were greeted by hundreds of gorgeous silver lightning chains. No matter how many zombies and skeletons there were, they couldn't keep up with the speed of thousands of lightning strikes.
The group of ghouls that once blocked Grimm's way were blasted into charred corpses by the lightning strikes before they could even touch the edge of the giant Thunder Roc's feathers.
Antoril's Thunder Roc was rampaging in the underground world. Everywhere he went, there were dazzling lightning forests everywhere he went. And these undead that wandered the underground world all year round could be considered to be unlucky. They all became sacrifices under the wrath of the Level 3 Druid. The shattered soul fires were extinguished one after another, and their hideous and evil bodies began to melt as they returned to this strange underground space.
To be honest, before breaking into this strange space, Antoril was still full of looking for traces of those vampires. But as he continued to go deeper, he saw so many evil twisted magic plants and countless terrifying undead. The Level 3 Druid's heart was filled with anger.
All druids were children of nature. They loved the forest and nature more than they loved their own lives. Because of this, they found it even more difficult to tolerate the foreign races' actions of destroying the forest and disturbing nature!
Ever since he entered the Scar of Death, everything he saw here, whether it was the flora or fauna, or the environment, was strange and distorted. Here, he sensed an abnormally powerful death aura, an evil aura that severely violated the laws of nature and shouldn't exist in this world …
Therefore, he quickly forgot his original mission and focused his attention on studying and investigating this evil death aura.
He went through one tunnel and cave after another, and he also saw a large number of terrifying undead creatures. In the end, he was stopped by a Grade 3 Necromancer, a Lich.
In the underground, at the end of the labyrinth filled with undead, he and the Grade 3 Necromancer engaged in a fierce battle of life and death.
If this battle was a fair one-on-one duel, then Antoril would definitely be the final winner. Unfortunately … this was the territory of the undead!
Antoril had good reason to suspect that the underground here had been modified by some powerful undead, opening up a plane crack leading to the Bone Plane. Otherwise, the Grade 3 Necromancer wouldn't be able to easily summon as many as two digits of Grade 2 Death Knights and three digits of Skeleton Mages.
In the face of the overwhelming attack of the middle and high-level undead and the sneak attack of a despicable Lich of the same level, Antoril's wild and powerful Thunder Roc was hit with a series of disgusting curses. Then, a group of fearless Grade 2 Death Knights pounced on him and attacked him.
These Death Knights were mutants among the Undead Knights. They had a variety of knight combat skills such as Slash of the Dead, Double Strike, and so on. In particular, Slash of the Dead could add negative energy damage to ordinary physical attacks that ignored defense.
And this was actually what Antoril was most afraid of!
As a Grade 3 Druid, Antoril's rank was one rank higher than these Death Knights. In this case, it became extremely difficult for the enemy to break through his physical and magical defense. But with Slash of the Dead, these Death Knights could trigger a negative energy impact almost every five attacks.
Therefore, when Antoril showed off his might by pecking and clawing the six death knights, his thunder roc form was already riddled with wounds, and his body was full of crisscrossed knife marks and rotting wounds!
Out of desperation, in order to not die in this lowly and filthy place, Antoril could only swallow his anger and run away.
Then, he ran into Grimm and the other two who were waiting for him!
Almost at the same time Antoril hurried out of the tunnel, the Volcano of Doomsday that Grimm and the Balrog had jointly activated erupted under his feet.
The ground continued to bulge and crack in the rumbling flow of magma, and a scorching red, heat-inducing pillar of magma spewed out from the cracks, just in time to trap Antoril in its most powerful area. There, terrible fire poison, flames, and elemental flames raged wildly, and the temperature in the core area could reach as high as four to five thousand degrees.
Caught off guard, Antoril was hit by this pillar of lava, and his body involuntarily flew into the air above the cave. His entire body was cleansed from head to toe by the boiling flames and magma.
If it weren't for the fact that a Grade 3 Druid's magic resistance was also shockingly high, most of Antoril's body would have been roasted and burnt into ashes.
So Antoril screamed shrilly as he frantically ran out of the lava pillars that were constantly splashing.
When he escaped from the sea of fire with the help of the Nature Barrier, his already wounded body was now burned to the point that his flesh was torn apart. Large and small blood blisters and festering wounds were also constantly flowing out of his body with purplish-black blood.
Rushing out of the sea of fire, Antoril looked up and saw two tall Flame Demons standing side by side in the distance. He immediately understood that he had encountered another group of Wizards.
He forced his bloodshot eyes open and glared fiercely at the Tier 2 Sorcerer who had ambushed him amidst the chaos. He roared, "A Tier 2 Sorcerer like you dares to ambush me? I'll let you …"
However, before he could finish his words, the whole cave suddenly turned dark, and inexplicably fell into a terrible darkness.
Grim tried his best to open his eyes.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he peeped and sensed, it was impossible for his vision to extend beyond ten steps.
In his mind, the A.I. Chip's frantic prompts also made him secretly shocked.
[Warning, warning … Shadow Space detected … Shadow Space detected … Host's mental strength is completely suppressed. Physical vision reduced to eight meters, mental perception reduced to ten meters … Host has lost control of the battlefield …]
Grim's heart trembled slightly. He did not expect a Grade 3 Dark Witch to have such terrifying power when she went all out. If the opponent's target was him, how long could he last under such a comprehensive suppression?
Ten seconds? Five?
Fortunately, the terrifying Balrog was by his side, and Grimm's heart calmed down a little.
Would Alice be alright under such a terrifying suppression?
Thinking of this, Grim couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
Without a sound, a soft and smooth little hand held his right hand. Grim turned around and saw Alice's gentle and quiet smile.
"Don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself on the battlefield!" As if sensing Grim's worry, Alice smiled sweetly, "Why? Do you want to see a battle between two Grade 3 powerhouses?"
Grim raised his dark eyebrows.
"You have a way to break through Ulthar's Darkness Invasion?"
Alice smiled and stretched out her hand. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Grim's forehead.
"This is the blessing of fate that I, Alice, send to you! Now you can ignore the darkness … "
As a strange cool sensation rushed into his eyes, Grim looked around in astonishment. He realized that the thick, ink-like darkness around him had gradually become thin and transparent.
On the other side of the cavern, the Druid in his Tier 3 Thunder Roc form was fighting the sinister Tier 3 Dark Witch, Ulthar …
Their battle was intense and dangerous!
Both sides were going all out, and they did not have the time to pay attention to their surroundings.
When they fought, it was rare for them to spend a long time preparing a powerful skill like Grim. Most of the time, they would use instantaneous spells to counter each other's attacks.
The Thunder Roc transformed into a huge bolt of lightning. Amidst the terrifying rumbling of thunder, it continuously pecked at the Dark Witch who was dodging and teleporting in all directions. The lightning bolts that were as thick as water tanks kept striking down, targeting the thin and withered figure in the dark.
At this moment, the Dark Witch, Ulthar, was shrouded by a strange, black cloud.
The moment the lightning bolts came into contact with the black cloud, the blinding lightning ripples would be absorbed, and the Dark Witch no longer looked as imposing as before.
The Dark Witch, Ulthar, was quickly moving about in the shadows, flicking her jet-black, sharp hands, and shooting a series of condensed Darkness Spheres at the Thunder Roc.
These Darkness Spheres, which compressed the Dark Matter to its limits, had caused the Thunder Roc a lot of trouble.
Even the Thundercloud Barrier, which had a magic defense of 500 degrees, could not stop the Darkness Spheres from penetrating it. Once the Darkness Spheres came into contact with the Thunder Roc's body, they would rapidly expand from the size of a finger. The Dark Matter within them was like the most terrifying plague in the world, quickly invading the Thunder Roc's body.
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