"I don't know why you released him, but we have to tell you, my master … he's not a character that's easy to talk to," Demitrian warned the adventurers for the last time.
"Wind Prince, we know," Weilan Haifeng shook the weapon in his hand, "Actually, we're not easy to talk to either."
"Alright, alright, if you can really defeat him, maybe I can also get my freedom. This damn place is really too barren. I originally just wanted to enslave a slightly stronger elemental creature. I didn't expect to choose the legendary Wind Prince. Even if his strength has been greatly reduced, he's still not someone I can deal with," Demitrian's face was full of sad tears.
"Buddy, I think you can help by the side," Weilan Haifeng invited.
"My magic is only enough to release him. I'll leave the rest to you, there are so many of you …" The Warlock was obviously unable to help even if he wanted to.
This mission was probably like this. Although the NPCs stood on the side of the players, they would not provide any help to the players.
The materials provided by Weilan Haifeng were placed on the simple and crude magic circle – he provided two sets of materials, one was to make a weapon and the other was to make this magic circle. The reason why Thunder Fury Wind Chaser's Blessed Sword was so strong was not simply because of the weapon itself.
Thunder Fury Wind Chaser's Blessed Sword needed to seal a strong wind element in order to be of the highest quality.
Otherwise, it could only be an ordinary weapon.
"Who dares to go against the will of the wind element!" What was summoned was a very scary monster.
He had a blurry upper body and his lower body was a cluster of whirlwinds that kept spinning. His opened hands continuously condensed wind elements. He appeared to be very bad-tempered.
This kind of Wind Prince made people unable to sympathize with him.
"He's just a remnant soul, full of brutality. You guys have to be careful," Demitrian weakly laid on the ground, slowly moving towards the periphery.
"Despicable thing, you dare to betray me!" A wind blade whistled towards Demitrian's head. The weak warlock could only watch as the wind blade cut into his head. This was a battle between NPCs. It was not like the players who had rules like HP. Under normal circumstances, this wind blade would be able to cut off Demitrian's head. If his head fell off, no matter how high his HP was, it would be useless.
"Bang!"
A figure blocked in front of Demitrian. The wind blade hit the figure and sent him flying. Finally, he rolled into a ball with Demitrian.
The figure was Lu Li. This Wind Blade that should have been able to kill him in a second did not cause any damage to him, because he dodged it and immediately activated Gale Steps. It was true that he was sent flying and his HP was full. On the other hand, Demitrian was smashed by Lu Li and lost some HP.
Demitrian couldn't die. If he died, who would get the Sword of Blessing from the Fury of Thunder. Wind Chaser?
At the very beginning of this mission, some people didn't protect Demitrian well. In the end, it caused the death of the NPC. After he died, even if they killed Prince Thunderaan, the mission could not continue.
It wasn't that this NPC would not respawn after he died. The key was that the respawned NPC was shameless. He didn't acknowledge the materials given previously.
Players could only collect materials again.
The materials needed to make a Wind Sword could make an elite level person in a club give up everything. Providing two sets of materials was even more demanding. Lu Li didn't want Weilan Haifeng to borrow money from him.
Prince Thunderaan no longer had the chance to attack Demitrian because Weilan Haifeng had already pulled his aggro.
No matter how intelligent a Boss was, it had to follow the rules of the system. Not to mention that Prince Thunderaan was just a brutal spirit. He angrily threw wind daggers and other wind spells at Weilan Haifeng, but they were all blocked by Weilan Haifeng's big shield.
It wasn't that his damage wasn't high enough, but that Weilan Haifeng had a bunch of healers standing behind him.
As long as the defense was high enough, as long as the healing was enough, then this combination was completely unbeatable.
Prince Thunderaan didn't have many skills. There wasn't much left of the glory he had when he defeated Ragnaros. It was said that most of his power was sealed into the two magic tools, and the rest was almost all absorbed by Ragnaros.
So, if there were no accidents, the possibility of Weilan Haifeng failing this mission was not high.
Unless someone was interfering.
Normal people doing this mission would need to call their friends or hire some mercenary group members to protect them. Weilan Haifeng didn't need to do that.
The people of the Three Guild Alliance were active here. Even if they were given two guts, no one would dare to mess with them.
In just ten minutes, Prince Thunderaan's HP reached the end. The final Berserk was also of no use. However, he didn't die completely. In the end, he turned into pure wind energy and was collected by Demitrian.
"Alright, it's done. I'm finally free. Haha," Demitrian was very happy.
However, Lu Li complained in his heart, "You're happy for nothing. As a mission NPC, you'll never be able to get out of this cycle."
"You said you'd get this to make a weapon for me," Weilan Haifeng didn't put down his weapon. He looked at Demitrian, this evil warlock, with suspicion. This guy's initial goal in coming to Silithus Crystal Valley was to enslave the wind element. Now, the strongest wind element was in his hands.
Once Demitrian went back on his word, the flustered and exasperated Weilan Haifeng would definitely fight him to the death.
"Don't worry. What I hate the most now is the wind element. They're all nightmares. I don't want to see the wind element anymore. I can help you make your weapon now. Follow me, child," Demitrian staggered towards the cave he lived in.
Ever since he was enslaved by the wind element, he could no longer walk out of Crystal Valley. This place became his home.
There were very few warlocks who were blacksmiths. A blacksmith like Demitrian seemed to be unusual. So, Lu Li was more interested in Demitrian's blacksmith profession than the Wind Sword itself.
"I'm also a blacksmith. Maybe I can help," Lu Li took out his … forging hammer!
This thing worked every time. It was a magical weapon that Lu Li used to deal with blacksmith masters. Demitrian looked at it and fell into deep thought. Finally, he sighed and said, "I haven't seen this hammer for many years. The people who used it are probably all gone."
"I inherited this hammer. I hope to be able to bring it to greater heights," Lu Li said humbly.
"Alright then, you come along too," Demitrian was actually very old. Today, he had exhausted his magic, so his steps were a little shaky. Lu Li and Weilan Haifeng were very perceptive. They went up to support him from both sides.
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