The anticipated battle did not start immediately.
Garona held a strange bone dagger in her hand. She was clearly hesitating. Because in this large room that was more than a hundred square meters, she saw a standard blonde human youth. He was a human who looked very similar to the human nobles she saw in the Storm Fortress. This made her extremely confused. Although her instincts told her that something was wrong, her rationality still took over her body. She stopped.
The moment Duque saw this, he would rather Garona continue to be reckless.
In the world marked by the System Elf, this guy's head was clearly marked with a large red skull, and his race was marked as Satyr!
"Kill him!" Duque's shout seemed to be a little late.
The blonde nobleman suddenly had a mocking expression on his face. He opened his mouth slightly and screamed. A crimson red smoke came out of his mouth, followed by his eyes, nostrils, and ears. In less than two seconds, the red smoke that seemed to have a life of its own turned into some kind of corrosive substance, melting the nobleman's facial features like molten wax and turning into a blurry human figure.
Right in front of the twenty ambushers, he transformed. An evil rune circle that emitted a foul smell wrapped around him, rejecting all external attacks.
Duque and the others could only watch as this guy knelt down powerlessly and curled up on the ground. His skin turned red, and then, like a poisonous snake shedding its skin, the thing inside was peeled off from this lifeless, soulless human shell.
The red runes that enveloped this guy suddenly exploded and shot in all directions. Duque only had time to cast a shield made of arcane energy before the strange runes reached him.
This was not a particularly premeditated attack.
The exploding runes were very messy. Unfortunately, there were still a few elite warriors who could not dodge in time and were affected. Even though their hands and feet were protected by sturdy armor, just a little bit of contact was enough to directly burn through the armor. When the runes touched them, they felt a burning sensation as if they were splashed with high-temperature molten steel.
Naturally, there were also priests who entered with Noxus. Lothar was prepared to launch a surprise attack, so he didn't care if he was discovered. After the warrior hurriedly took off his gauntlets, the middle-aged priest tried to use the power of the Holy Light to dispel the red runes on the warrior's arm. However, he was shocked to find that his power was powerless. The highly corrosive runes spread out from the wound like a plague.
Noxus's pupils constricted. He raised his sword and cut off a large piece of flesh from the victim's arm.
The rest of the warriors were similarly dealt with. Everyone's expression changed. This was the most typical demonic power.
"Hahaha! Puny humans! Why did you come here to die?! "
The red light faded, and a Satyr with a huge goat head appeared. Accompanied by a burst of arrogant laughter, a typical Satyr appeared in front of everyone.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not attack immediately. On the other hand, the red-skinned Satyr bowed to Lothar in a nondescript aristocratic manner. He placed his left hand on his right chest and used his right hand to fling away the cap on his head. Then, he bowed slightly and nodded.
"You must be Anduin Lothar, aren't you? I, Tristan Darkhoof, salute you, "Tristan said in standard human language.
Anduin noticed that this guy actually spoke with a very standard aristocratic accent of the Rotterdam Kingdom. Anduin's pupils couldn't help but constrict.
"Are you waiting for me?"
"Waiting? No, no, no, this is just an accident. It seems that your little mage is quite strong. In fact, I didn't even feel your arrival before your … Orc scout sneaked into my room. However, since you're here, everyone except Sir Lothar can go to hell. "
More than one person noticed Tristan's subtle words. Obviously, everyone's life was meaningless to Sargeras except Lothar.
"I hate you." Garona didn't have the patience to listen to the Satyr's nonsense. She immediately attacked.
For the first time, Anduin and Duque witnessed Garona's attack with their own eyes.
A series of cold lights suddenly burst forth.
Garona's attack was so fast that Duque subconsciously thought of the term "bullet screen". It was a bullet screen made up of countless hot weapons. The light and shadow left behind by the projectile clearly showed how fast Gahrona's attack was!
Almost everyone on Lothar's side felt like they were in a dream. They all covered their hearts and asked themselves if they could withstand such an attack.
Even Lothar, who had tried to fight with Garona before, was also shocked and doubtful.
This female orc … was too powerful.
Garona wasn't short. She was 1.8 meters tall, and even taller than many men. Despite her slender body, she was actually stronger than many human warriors in terms of muscle strength.
Such a burly woman actually had agility and speed that exceeded most people's dynamic vision. It really surprised everyone.
Such an attack actually couldn't achieve its full effect in one blow.
On the floor that was full of runes, there were long traces of sharp weapons crisscrossing, some of which were already more than an inch wide. Those were the traces left by Tristan when he dodged Garona's fierce attack.
This demon also had superhuman agility.
However, Tristan Darkhoof was not an existence that could be easily beaten!
He suddenly let out a low roar, and the room full of bookshelves suddenly felt like it was about to collapse. Many books fell from the bookshelves, and some green-blue imps that were only a little taller than a human's knees suddenly rushed out from behind the bookshelves.
Not only the bookshelves, but in the void in the room and even on the roof, more than a dozen blood-red teleportation portals opened. However, the other side of the teleportation portals wasn't a good place with birds and flowers. It should be some kind of terrifying space full of evil.
Countless imps rushed out of the teleportation portals, and without saying a word, they directly threw small fireballs at the human warriors in the room.
For the sake of flexibility, Lothar's elite soldiers didn't choose the cumbersome tower shield. Most of them used the standard Storm City's zither-shaped shield. Obviously, this kind of shield was not enough to protect them from fireballs coming from all directions.
Diga, a 28-year-old veteran soldier, joined the army at the age of 16. He had fought fishmen, killed gnolls, fought beasts, and fought against orcs. As a warrior in the golden age, his experience could not be said to be not rich. However, when faced with the unknown mysterious attack, he was momentarily stunned.
The fireball came at him at high speed, and the rapidly expanding light in his field of vision made him ready to close his eyes and wait for death. However, it was at this moment that a bright blue light suddenly flashed behind him.
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