Arcane Journey

Chapter 337 Dark Judgment
An incomparably majestic half-orc strode out from the depths of the corridor. From the appearance, he was about 40 years old, with black hair braided into small braids, and only the temples were a little gray. A heavy battle ax with a cold light looked around vigilantly.

Obviously, Brian's appearance probably aroused his vigilance.

Diablo's 'Dark Judgment' Manrazon.

Brian, who was hiding in the dark, instantly recognized the lieutenant general of the Black Hope Legion.

This is a half-orc warrior whose strength has reached a medium legend. His main task in Shadow Valley is not only to spread the belief of Bane, but also to rebuild Kragg Castle.

Brian narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed his thumb against the pattern of the ancient ring, and patiently waited for the prey to arrive.

It stands to reason that for a legendary spellcaster like him who has dual cultivation of spirit and Austrian skills, he can easily deal with a legendary warrior who does not have the ability to cast spells, even if his strength reaches a medium legendary level, and he can even kill him with ease.

But this is the site of the Zhentarim Society, and the other party is a devout follower of the dark lord Bane, who may have some special ability, so Brian wants to kill him cleanly without attracting the attention of the outside world. This soldier is not an easy task.

In the gloomy and silent hall, only the heavy footsteps of the orcs echoed slightly.

As he gradually approached the spacious hall, the dark adjudicator had obviously noticed something strange. Every time he took a step forward, his ferocious gaze became more dignified.

When walking, he unconsciously clenched the heavy battle ax with his left hand, while his right hand rested casually on a hand ax hanging from his waist.

In the eyes of others, this posture is entirely for convenience, but for an experienced adventurer like Bryan, Manrason's posture is not so simple. Throw it instantly.

As a spellcaster, he could tell at a glance what the dark runes on the hatchet that the orc hung on his waist meant.

The moment the half-orc approached the range of the magic attack, Brian instantly activated the ability of the ancient ring.

——"Flash patterns!"

Accompanied by the faint magic aura suddenly flickering in the dark hall, incongruous rays of light, composed of distorted patterns, exude dazzling colors and dance in the air.

The half-orc, who noticed the abnormality, just raised his head and saw the magnificent scene in front of him. His mind was affected by the dazzling twisted patterns, as if he was entangled in a twisted maze, and gradually fell into a drowsy state .

He looked startled, and immediately made the most correct judgment. While closing his eyes, the ear pinna squirmed slightly, and in a blink of an eye, he locked on to Brian's figure through the subtle air flow.

Immediately afterwards, with his right hand on his waist, he gripped the handle of the hand ax like lightning, and threw it in Brian's direction.

The flashing sharp hand ax whizzed out, and the powerful explosive force made it break through the space in an instant, sending out a sharp sonic boom.

Seeing that the half-orc was able to calmly make the most correct judgment and counterattack in his sneak attack, Brian gave up the next spell combo without hesitation, and disappeared in place with a flash of thought.

The next moment, Brian's position seemed to have been bombarded by an explosive fireball, and a huge depression appeared directly.

"It really is a one-time magic weapon!"

Seeing the results left by the orcs on the hard surface, Brian's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help being surprised. He secretly rejoiced that he didn't choose to take the ax by force.

If this was smashed on abruptly, I'm afraid it would at least make him shed a layer of skin.

Seeing that Brian successfully avoided his only long-range attack, the half-orc sighed secretly.

After all, this is an attack method that I am proud of. Even if a spellcaster whose strength has reached the legendary realm, if he is accidentally hit, he will be seriously injured by the magic-breaking and bursting attributes attached to the hand axe.

Then, he locked on to Brian's figure and sneered, "You are an overreaching spellcaster, you dare to come here and desecrate the territory of the Dark Lord, you are really asking for your own death!"

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a beast-like roar, the turbulent air wave spread in the hall, raising dust all over the sky, and behind the half-orc suddenly appeared a series of smoky phantoms, as if they were continuously providing him with strength .

Aware of the strangeness of the half-orc, Brian showed an unexpected expression. Just as he thought, the warrior who believed in the dark lord Bane in front of him was not as simple as he imagined.

Theoretically speaking, in Zentil Fort, besides Bane's elector Bozor and Black Hope Legion's dark guard Seluer, the "Dark Judgment" half-orc Manrathon already belongs to the third member of the Dark Trade Network. Characters, their own strength, are naturally not as simple as they appear on the surface.

Although he couldn't see what kind of strange ability the opponent displayed with the help of the Dark Lord's power, he learned from his own judgment and rich experience that these phantoms bless the half-orcs with a very significant movement and attack speed.

——"Overfrequency Blast!"

At the moment when the half-orc burst out with powerful power, Brian also raised the power of psychic power to the limit. The powerful power gathered by the psychic power was like an invisible heavy hammer, and along Brian's eyes filled with light mist , suddenly transmitted to the depths of the half-orc's heart, and smashed down fiercely.

"what!!!"

The severe pain that came from the depths of his mind, even a legendary warrior like Manrathon the half-orc, could not be completely exempted from its sequelae, causing his brain to burst into a stinging pain that seemed to be crushed in an instant, Suddenly there was the humming sound of thousands of bees.

Because this is a kind of pain from the depths of the soul, strong physical strength obviously has no effect in front of it.

Seeing that the half-orc fell into a state of soul shock for a short time in the attack that he was caught off guard, Brian didn't dare to waste time, and activated the attack method he was good at without hesitation.

He is very experienced in dealing with fighters whose strength has reached the legendary realm, a wizard like him who specializes in evocation and conjuration.

After all, fighters whose strength can reach the legendary realm have already undergone radical changes. Various fancy spells such as transformation, enchantment, and illusion school are almost difficult to pass the powerful immunity of legendary fighters.

And the most effective way is to launch continuous spell bombardment against them, using violence to counter violence, so that they don't have the slightest chance to respite and fight back.

——"Arcane Sequence!"

Looking at the half-orc whose movements had stagnated for a short moment, Brian slammed the legendary staff in his hand towards the ground. All the spells stored in his arcane sequence turned into a torrent of arcane spells in an instant, heading towards the half-orc. The orcs swept past.

"boom!"

The "Bigby Strike Punch", transformed from pure force field energy, hit the Orc's forehead head-on. The powerful explosive force caught him off guard, and his burly body leaned back slightly.

Immediately afterwards, "Bigby's Controlling Hand" and "Bigby's Grasping Palm" grabbed the half-orc's feet respectively, causing his body, which was about to lose balance, to fall on his back and onto the ground.

—"Bigby Smash Palm!"

The moment the half-orc fell to the ground, a force field palm with a diameter of about 1 meter fell from the sky. The strength of the force field energy in the translucent palm made it flash a faint blue light. In the big eyes, a powerful force burst out, and it slapped the orc's strong chest fiercely.

"Pfft!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, the half-orc opened his mouth and spewed out blood. At the moment when the second punch was about to hit, he rolled like a lazy donkey. His agility allowed him to barely avoid the millstone-sized fist.

Accompanied by a bang, the "Bigby King Kong Fist" smashed a deep pit with a diameter of about 2 meters on the hard surface, and flying broken bricks and rocks splashed on the orc's body like a hill.

Seeing the power of Bryan's spell, the half-orc endured the pain in his chest and gasped. Then he roared angrily, brandished the heavy battle ax in his hand, and resisted one after another, transformed by the energy of the force field. made of ghostly palms and fists.

"Clang clang clang!"

In the blink of an eye, the half-orcs relied on their quick skills to defeat all the attacking force field spells.

However, when he was about to charge Bryan, he suddenly found that the caster, who was covered in a dark purple cloak, raised his staff slightly, and then a fist-sized ball of incandescent light emerged .

"not good!"

Seeing this sphere emitting soft light, the half-orc's face changed drastically. He was about to stay away from Brian's attack range, but it was already too late.

Accompanied by the explosion of the ball of light, the half-orc's eyes felt stinging. It was as if he was shrouded in a thick fog, and his vision suddenly became white.

Although with the orc's strong physique and super high immunity ability, he recovered his own strength in the blink of an eye, but the more advanced the battle, the more often the winner will be decided in seconds.

Not only did Bryan understand this truth, but he also knew better how to bring these cumbersome fighters into his attack rhythm through his endless levels of spells.

The moment the ball of light exploded, he had already appeared behind the half-orc like a ghost through the flashing technique.

next moment!
The Sword of Stars burning with blue and white curse fire in Brian's hand pierced the half-orc's heart mercilessly from behind.

"Pfft!"

A stream of blood spewed out, and the half-orc who was stabbed in the heart by the enemy did not die because of this, his strong vitality still kept him standing.

This is the terrifying ability of the melee system upgraded to the later stage.

Some top-level purebred legendary fighters, after having the abilities of "epic strength", "legendary toughness", "perfect physique", etc., let alone being pierced by the enemy, even if the heart is taken out, they can also Stand firm.

At this time, they are no longer ordinary mortals, and the vital points on their bodies will no longer be fatal.

Just like the current half-orc Manrason, although he suffered continuous bleeding damage, he could still continue to fight before his vitality was exhausted.

"Roar!!!"

The half-orc who was stabbed in the heart immediately aroused the madness from the blood of the orc. With a roar, he unexpectedly grabbed the sword of stars that had pierced his heart with his bare hands without fear of death.

Terrible power erupts!

Brian, who was crazily injecting the energy of the curse fire into the blade, actually felt the pain from the tiger's mouth holding the blade.

He hastily dropped his sharp sword and drew back.

At the same time, the long sword inserted into the half-orc's heart burst suddenly under the control of his thoughts, making the terrible wound on the half-orc's chest worse.

Another fatal injury made the orc howl in pain.

Accompanied by the roar, the phantom that had disappeared reappeared again, and a burst of divine power suddenly burst out, covering the half-orc in a faint oval protective cover, and his originally bubbling, uncontrollable wound also disappeared. Under the influence of this divine energy, it weakens at a speed visible to the naked eye until it stops.

Seeing the shocking scene in front of him, Brian didn't feel surprised at all. From his calm and composed face, it could be seen that he had expected this scene a long time ago.

If it is said that wizards and warlocks, whose strength is upgraded to a medium legend, and the most representative power is the power of law, then professionals like priests, paladins, and even rangers and druids, they show It is a divine power.

This kind of power is so powerful, just like the half-orc in front of him, even if his heart is smashed by a sharp sword, he can recover at an extremely fast speed with the help of the divine power bestowed by the dark lord Bane, and Create an impenetrable defense barrier for yourself.

——"Crystal thorn!"

——"Shadow black tentacles!"

With a thought, Brian waved his staff lightly, and countless bits of celestial energy visible to the naked eye suddenly penetrated into the void around the half-orc.

Under Brian's control, they instantly turned into more than 20 celestial tentacles that were as thick as human arms and covered with sharp spikes, wrapping around the orc's upper body.

Although the half-orc had launched a counterattack, the heavy battle ax in his hand drew a large whirlwind that tore through the air, cutting off all the crystal thorn tentacles, but these tentacles seemed to be endless, and they were replenished at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, in the shadow behind the half-orc, countless black tentacles condensed from the bone-chilling shadow energy, like dancing pythons, wrapped themselves around the half-orc's tangled muscles.

In the blink of an eye, this half-orc, who had just recovered from a weak state, was wrapped into a huge rice dumpling by the translucent crystal thorn tentacles and shadow tentacles, trapped inside, and it was difficult to break free.

"Just this bunch of broken tentacles wants to trap me!" The half-orc wrapped in the tentacles smiled coldly, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and the muscles of his whole body began to swell.

Looking at the half-orc who seemed to be about to get out of trouble, Brian was unmoved. He distanced himself, stood calmly on the spot, and prepared his own legendary spell at a very fast speed.

At this moment, the half-orc has activated the divine power shield bestowed by the dark lord Bane. This kind of shield with divine power has strong resistance to most harmful spells.

A legendary spellcaster like Bryan who did not fully grasp the power of the law would never be able to break through this barrier in a short time, let alone kill the orcs cleanly.

Therefore, if he wanted to kill the half-orc in the shortest time and as quickly as possible, he had to find a way to break open his hard tortoise shell.

(End of this chapter)