"You think you can trap me with just you?"
The Barbarian was trapped by the light beam, but at this time, he didn't show any fear. Instead, he looked at the Epic rank Dark Elf crazily. Not only that, but his eyes suddenly flickered with a brilliant silver, a characteristic of both madness and rationality.
"My mission is to find the enemies who are controlling the situation of this battle. You think you can trap me, but all of this is just a scheme I deliberately used to lure you!"
The Dark Elf was a grandmother-like existence, and her true age was even older than the previous Guardian. At this time, she looked above her and saw a figure pouncing toward her. The Barbarian had recovered his giant hammer and smashed the light beam, charging toward her!
Previously, when she was watching the battle, the Dark Elf didn't see that the Barbarian was holding a substandard God weapon. Both of them were equal in strength, but the substandard God weapon was an unforeseen event. It could be said that from the moment the Barbarian held a God weapon, the Dark Elf was at a disadvantage. But in that situation, she had to step forward bravely!
The Underdark was Lorci's base. Once it was occupied, with the violent nature of the Beastmen, the fate of the Beastmen could be imagined. Even if the Dark Elves were a group of selfish people, she knew that Lorci wasn't a god to be trifled with. If Lorci found out that she didn't save the Barbarian and blamed her, she might receive a punishment worse than death!
Moreover, this was her main battlefield. The Dark Elf believed that as long as she was careful enough, there was a certain chance of defeating the opponent in front of her!
Facing the Barbarian's terrifying attack, the Dark Elf was already prepared. She let out a long roar and urged all the energy in her body. The friction caused intense sparks to flicker. She didn't have a longbow in her hand, but she made a pulling motion in the air. Soon, a vigorous energy appeared in front of her. Without any fancy changes, the energy of the two collided hundreds of meters apart.
A terrifying attack!
The black hammer's power was astonishing, and the Dark Elf could only feel the terrifying killing intent of the other party. It was like a raging wave that wanted to break through his attack and enter his body, his mind, and destroy his life force.
The seemingly casual swing of the hammer actually sent the Dark Elf retreating over a dozen steps. His body even crashed into a huge rock, creating a huge crater in the rock.
The rocks of the Underdark were many times harder than the rocks of the human world. It could be said that if the rocks here were polished into javelins and given to an expert to fight with, they could even directly pierce through a Gold rank Earth Dragon!
In this exchange, the difference between the two was immediately obvious.
The Dark Elf thought that she was evenly matched with the opponent, but who would have thought that a simple attack would be able to heavily injure her?
Just, the Legend rank male dark elf............................................... an........
And this expert was one of them. After hundreds of years of brainwashing and enslavement, the meaning of these male dark elves' existence was to protect their masters. At this moment, seeing that the Epic champion was heavily injured, it roared angrily. Ignoring long-range attacks, it picked up the two short spears on its body and stabbed at the barbarian!
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Facing such an opponent, the Barbarian didn't even frown. She just held her hammer tightly and swung it at the air with all her might when the dark elf was about to approach.
The male dark elf was taken aback. Shortly after, his body froze in midair. At that moment, he appeared to be in extreme pain as though he was resisting some kind of powerful energy. But in the end, he couldn't resist this power and shattered into pieces in midair, turning into minced meat!
The two broken thorns drew an arc in the air and stabbed into the ground.
The male dark elf didn't even leave a corpse behind. All his vitality had been taken away by the spell, and he disappeared completely in an instant!
The outcome had been decided.
After killing the Legend rank, a blood-red glow appeared in the Barbarian's eyes. It seemed to have activated the ability to go berserk. It didn't seem to care that it was in a battlefield. Instead, it suddenly said in a deep voice, "No one can go against the will of my Lord!"
"Run."
"Run in fear! Maybe you can escape from my hunt! "
Hunting ritual.
When the Barbarian said this sentence, the Burning Balrog, who was far away, had such a thought!
This was the answer that it didn't want to give when it found out that it was facing the God of Massacre!
The subordinates of the God of Massacre were all a bunch of lunatics!
Erythnu advised his followers to create bloodshed for their own benefit, to covet things that didn't belong to them, and to kill anyone who got in their way. He urged His followers to bring the ugliness and strife into the places of peace and joy.
In peacetime, the God of Massacre praised his followers for bringing slaughter to the multidimensional world, let alone a war of this level!
War of this level was slightly weaker than the Blood War. Moreover, the followers of the God of Massacre would gain a certain amount of power when they were on a battlefield filled with blood and death for a long time. This was similar to the power of faith. Only the followers of the God of Massacre could gain this kind of power. However, as a price, their rationality would gradually become crazy and they would gradually lose themselves.
To put it simply, the followers of the God of Massacre were like a tribe of warriors. They were addicted to alcohol and didn't care about what would happen after they got drunk. As long as they could stay in a state of confusion, that was enough!
Therefore, blood and death were the stimulants of the God of Massacre. They went crazy because of this and fell into depravity. At this time, as the number of deaths increased, so did the number of orcs and barbarians. The surviving orcs and barbarians also began to transform into their second form!
Their eyes became blurred, and even the rationality of some experts weakened due to the excitement. However, their strength and endurance were increased to a certain extent.
At this time, they only had two goals. One was to kill the enemy, and the other was to be killed by the enemy!
They wandered on the edge of madness. Some orcs even tore apart the corpses of their prey. They grew in the midst of slaughter, and also became crazy in the midst of slaughter!
The atmosphere on the battlefield began to become strange. The dark elf who had finally escaped from the stone was now covered with a layer of despair. She was afraid of the subdivine weapon in the enemy's hand. That weapon was beyond her imagination. In the moment it was released, it suppressed her and even killed her loyal subordinates from a few hundred meters away.
The barbarian once again took a step forward.
The Burning Flame Demon witnessed all this. It didn't care about the heavy injuries on its body and stood up directly!
"Absolutely not!"
It would definitely not allow the enemy to kill the expert of the elven race. It knew the principle that if the lips were gone, the teeth would be cold. For the victory of this battle, it had to provide support!
However, just as the Burning Flame Demon was about to provide support, a petite figure rushed out first. Her target was the barbarian!
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