Even though each Mage Tower had a small team of Elven Guards and two to three Rangers protecting the mages inside, there were still more than 10 Mage Towers that were attacked. There were even two or three Mage Towers that had all the mages inside killed in battle.
However, after losing the invisibility effect and the Wind Steps skill could not be used continuously, the Rangers started a fierce battle with the Sword Saints.
Samuro's goal was to kill Duque. Only by killing this human who had obstructed the Horde's victory time and time again could he completely turn the tide of the battle between the Alliance and the Horde.
The general trend of history could not be changed by the will of man?
Bullsh * t!
The power of a great man could not be replicated.
The judgment and decision of a great leader was definitely the main factor that led the entire organization to success or decline!
Perhaps assassination was despicable.
However, "our world" was being destroyed. For the Orcs' way out and to win this race war, Samuro felt that he was duty-bound.
He also knew that this was a very, very risky move, but his warrior's blood was stimulating him. The rapid secretion of adrenaline in his body made him fall into a very excited state. His heart was beating faster and every blood vessel in his body was circulating at a high speed. However, his mind was blank.
He pounced at Duque who was on a Mage Tower at high speed.
When he saw Duque, who was originally looking into the distance expressionlessly, suddenly looking at him and his team of Sword Saints, a cruel and cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth — it was the smile of a hunter looking at his prey.
Not good!
Duque was prepared?!
That's right. From the moment Samuro killed Eden Piraeus, Duque was determined to kill Samuro and the Sword Saints of the Fire Blade Clan.
One could be a thief for a thousand days, but not a thief for a thousand days.
Apart from the disgusting Undead Clan, there was only one Duque in the world who could be resurrected. The other important members, even Lothar who was the best at fighting, did not dare to say that he could definitely dodge Samuro's sneak attack. The other Fire Blade Sword Saints were easy to deal with, but Samuro had to die!
He had the highest tier of [Gale Steps] and [Fatal Strike] skills, and he had a wealth of battle experience. If he couldn't assassinate him, he would fight him head-on. If he couldn't defeat him head-on, he would run. Who else would he kill if he didn't?
These were the key reasons why Samuro had become Duque's must-kill target.
Around Duque, there were also a large number of demon spirits. Different from ordinary demons and spirits, these demons and spirits were disguised as all kinds of things, be it stones or scattered supplies. They were all the most common things on the battlefield. They did not sound the alarm directly, but were directly connected to Duque's system.
In front of so many demon spirits, Samuro and his Sword Saint Team have nowhere to hide.
"Have you finished writing your will? Samuro! " Along with Duque's cold voice, Duque suddenly put his hands together and clenched his opened fingers into a fist. Immediately, a raging flame rose from Samuro's feet.
The sound of the explosion resounded on the long street. Of course, the invisibility was immediately broken.
Including Samuro, three of the nine Sacred Swordsmen were blasted away and turned into a pile of charred meat in mid-air as they couldn't withstand the violent explosion.
The remaining six were mostly covered in dust. Only Samuro was in a better condition, but he was also battered and exhausted.
"Let's go — —" Samuro shouted to the remaining Sword Saints.
Sword Saints were not suitable for the harsh environment and the battlefield with wide area continuous damage.
The price of over-polarizing attack power, speed, and dodging ability was that their physique was relatively weak. They were not like most Beastmen who were born with a certain amount of elemental resistance. As for magic damage, they would take it all in.
What made Samuro most uneasy was that there were huge ice walls rising from all directions at the same time. In the blink of an eye, they had grown from one person's height to two people's height. Furthermore, they were rapidly closing in the middle — — this was to create a huge ice cover to trap all the Sword Saints!
"Haa — —" Samuro let out a beast-like roar. He was the first to brandish a ball of sword light to protect himself. Then, he charged out like an arrow.
At the same time, there were at least five green figures pouncing over from outside.
"Dang dang dang dang!"
The continuous sounds of weapons clashing converged into one. Two Sword Saints turned into corpses and fell from the sky. Three Sword Saints were knocked back.
After Samuro and a slender figure exchanged thirteen attacks in a split second, both of them flew backwards. Samuro returned to the range of the ice barrier, while the other party flew three body lengths backwards in the air. Her pretty face was flushed.
But when Samuro raised his head, he realized that the ice cover was actually less than ten feet away from closing. He could now clearly see his opponent. It was a silver-haired female High Elf who looked very beautiful from a human's point of view.
Her skills and talent were not bad, but her aura was still lacking.
The two female High Elves who had just killed his two subordinates also pounced at him again. Samuro had a faint premonition that this was his last attack. If he failed, he would lose his last chance to escape.
In reality, that was exactly the case.
The four Windrunner sisters, Haduron, and Lor 'thema, especially the last two, had been dragged here by Duque after the first round of attacks. It was not an exaggeration to say that the six strongest Rangers in the world were all here just to ambush Samuro.
This showed how important Duque was to Samuro.
The one who exchanged blows with Samuro was Sasha. She was at a disadvantage by half a move, but it created an opportunity for Aurelia and Cirvanas to attack again. The two slender figures were about to fight with Samuro.
Samuro gritted his teeth and directly activated [Bladestorm].
The six figures dodged again. They surrounded Samuro but did not approach him at all, allowing Samuro to vent his anger into the air.
[Bladestorm] could not be stopped just because he wanted it to. The price of an attack that could destroy the heavens and the earth was that one's movement would slow down and the exhaustion after the big move.
Duque was not annoyed. He leisurely gathered an ice ball the size of a carriage and threw it over.
"Aren't you very good at shaving ice? So what if you cut some shaved ice for me? "Duque mocked.
It was fine for Aurelia, as she held it in. Sasha, who had a low threshold for laughter, burst out laughing.
The six High Elf Ranger heroes stood in six different directions and stared at Samuro.
At this moment, Samuro was like a clown dancing in the enemy's cage. It was laughable and pathetic.
He was not willing!
He was not willing!
He knew that the chances of escaping and winning were very slim. He still entered the invisibility state of [Wind Step] the moment [Bladestorm] stopped.
He wanted to give a final blow to Duque, no, any High Elf Warrior present.
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