Drashir Fel Fire
Amid Trag's gasp, Kamozi raised his round shield, blocking the incoming battle axe. But in the instant the axe struck, he felt the world change color. The Tauren Death Knight wielding the axe suddenly became incredibly tall, exuding an imposing aura, while Kamoz himself seemed utterly vulnerable before him. 🍫 🎀 🎀 🍫
Death Strike is Death Knight's ability to gather psychic energy to strike opponents. No matter how strong an opponent's defense is, as long as their mind shows a weakness, their power will be unable to concentrate. When faced with Death Knight's heavy blow, they will often collapse at the first touch. Therefore, Trag advises opponents not to defend, but to dodge and then use offense as defense.
If Kamozi were an ordinary Warrior, he would have been easily defeated by Trag's attack, as one might expect. Unfortunately, he was not an ordinary Warrior.
Trag swung his axe with all his might, then prepared to turn around and deal with Bovan behind him, since he was no longer fighting one-on-one. However, what he did not expect was that the battle axe he had aimed at the opponent's shield with all his might bounced back with a clang.
In an instant, although Kamozi sensed the change in Trag's psionic strike, his energy as a Sunbearers was also activated. A warm sensation rose in his lower abdomen, and this heat gathered the willpower and strength that had been scattered by the strike.
With his will highly focused, Kamozi unconsciously released the power that had been honed within him. A layer of golden light emanated from his body as he instinctively met the axe headdress with his shield, deflecting the opponent's battle axe while simultaneously swinging his mace.
Trag was completely unprepared for the energy within Kamozi. His battle axe was deflected, and he didn't even have time to deal with the attack from behind, hurriedly raising his Bovan to meet Kamozi's spiked mace. Kamozi missed his target, but Trag fell to the ground because Bovan's attack from behind had already arrived.
Trag took a solid blow to the back, staggering forward. After missing his first attack, Kamozi attacked again, intending to strike him directly on the head. However, remembering that this Death Knight seemed to know Zul'ra Jin, he slightly deflected his mace, striking Tragin's right shoulder instead, causing him to drop his battle axe.
"Alright, stop fighting." Bowaluo launched a sneak attack from behind with the totem pole, landing a solid blow on Trag's back, but he was startled when he saw Kamozi's attack.
"It's nothing, I just knocked his weapon away." Kamozi, holding his battle axe, looked at Tra kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but become more vigilant. As a new recruit of the Sunbearers, he had been specially instructed never to show mercy to the enemy, and even if he had to capture him alive, his own safety should be the first priority.
"We've lost. Hurry up and let me go to Earth Mother! Also, as I just said, you should be wary of the Undead leader here!" Trag felt like his shoulder was about to break. Although it didn't hurt, he obediently released his battle axe and knelt on the ground, while pointing out the Necropolis behind them to Kamozi and Bowaluo.
In the midst of the battle, Trag, Kamozi, and Bovan shifted their battlefield away from the vicinity of the Necropolis. The fighting around them had almost ceased, and the Undead had been scattered in disarray. However, in the center of the battlefield, a ball of green fire was still burning.
"What is that?" Bovan looked at the green flames on the battlefield behind him and felt a chill. The flames looked powerful, but they had no heat at all. However, he had just seen them engulf three Amani'lai in an instant, burning them to ashes.
"Drashir Fel Fire, that guy named it himself. I'm telling you, just give me a quick death!" Trag explained to Bovan while looking at the green flames burning in the distance. The flames leaped and danced, about to spread, but were covered by a dome of the Light.
"No." Bovan turned his head and looked at Kamozi, who was about to raise his hammer to kill Trag. He stopped him and spoke to Trag at the same time. Although Trag had been hit in the shoulder, he did not seem to be in any pain. He just waited for death with a detached expression.
"Trag, you can maintain your own will, right?"
"It's no use trying to maintain this, because I can't control myself at all. This feeling is terrible, like there's another self inside me. If you let me continue like this, I might kill you at any time," Trag said calmly. He only wanted death to be his release.
"No, it's not the same, Trag. You retain your own consciousness. If that's the case, why not try to break free from being controlled? The Forsaken Ones also..." Bovan tried his best to persuade him.
"It's no use, Elder of the Wind Totem. It's not that I haven't tried; Zul'ra Jin told me about the Forsaken, but I..." Trag hesitated, unable to finish his sentence. He had tried to take control of himself, but all his attempts had failed.
"But aren't you doing very well now?" Bovan disagreed somewhat; Trag was clearly restraining himself now.
"I'm giving up resistance now only because the part of me inside me believes that this will allow me to temporarily save my life and find the right opportunity to kill you. Once that opportunity comes, you will surely die." Trag shook his head in denial of Bovan's statement. He was only strategically ceasing resistance, not surrendering.
"What should we do?" Kamozi looked at the Tauren Undead knight with a story to tell and hesitated. He looked at the green flames in the distance, which were not only blocked by the Light dome in the sky, but also attacked from all sides by many icy blue flames.
"Disarm him. I'll go ask Zul'ra Jin or Shalindra for help later." Bovan couldn't bring himself to kill a fellow countryman with his own will, so he had Kamozi help him completely subdue Trag and take him aside.
The drizzle on the battlefield had stopped. The Sin'dorei and human Priest maintained their the Light, and under the oval dome, seven Sin'dorei mages, led by the Archmage Candiris, unleashed icy blue magical flames to extinguish the Drashir Fel Fire of the Elves traitor Dar'Khan's Drasil.
"Look at you useless trash, struggling under my demonic fire!" Dar'Khan manipulated the Drashir Fel Fire of the disfigured Valeera, looking at the seven struggling Sin'dorei mages, a mocking smile appearing on his ashen, dead face.
"The Betrayer, you have no chance of winning." Candiris said calmly, manipulating his icy blue frostfire to scorch the opponent's demonic fire. The two flames sizzled and emitted a strange stench as they touched.
"So what if you don't stand a chance? Do you think you can kill me?" Dar'Khan was facing seven opponents, and although he couldn't win, he handled it with ease. Looking at the surrounding situation and considering his own unique abilities, he felt at ease and began to unleash his full taunt skills.
"You trash dare to call Archmage? It seems Quel'Thalas is running out of talent. But that makes sense, those parasites in the Silvermoon Council never use a genius like me...!" Under Dar'Khan's mockery, the faces of the seven Sin'dorei Archmage, including Candiris, began to turn red.