Volume 2 Heroes of Might and Magic of Might and Magic: The Death Battle Chapter 163 Killing (Part 1)
Although he managed to dodge the attacks of the seven black scythes by teleporting, the damage he suffered still caused Li Wei to complain bitterly.
The black scythe was clearly different from ordinary weapons. Blood was still oozing from the wound on his shoulder, and his Regeneration abilities were not healing it quickly enough. Li Wei had no choice but to increase his energy supply, and it took several more minutes for the bleeding to stop.
"Is John's special skill the kind of magic sealed in cards? And what are those seven scythe-wielding shadows? Is it magic, or something else?" Watching John's team head towards the direction of the Land of Scourge, Li Wei felt somewhat uncertain.
This was the first time he had encountered such an enemy. Not only did the opponent possess mysterious card power, but their close combat ability was also quite remarkable, as evidenced by the fact that they could easily kill dozens of Scourge creatures.
It seems that it will be very difficult for this mission world to get through this peacefully.
Is that black reincarnated person who flew away going to do something again?
"If I were John, I would weaken the enemy's strength as much as possible. Sending a comrade with high mobility to eliminate enemy squad members would be a good idea."
"For a Level 1 Reincarnator to go after Zheng Yutong and the others is practically suicide. Putting aside everything else, Amakusa's fighting prowess is no joke!"
As for the black man who flew away, Li Wei had already sentenced him to death. The rest of the man still had to follow John, this reincarnator. Li Wei couldn't sleep until he killed this man.
The Scourge camp was teeming with malevolent Undead. Unlike the undead in other regions, these Undead were the Scourge's regular army, with a unified commander and combat order. At this moment, a large group of Ghoul followed two dark Undead on patrol around the camp.
The Scourge in this region has been having a tough time lately. Their goal is to conquer all the races on the continent, but this has made them an enemy of the people. With counterattacks from multiple races, the war situation is not favorable for them.
Dreadlord Rogers of Terror and commander of the Scourge army, sat on his throne, sighing. Recently, the armies of humans, orcs, elves, and other races had been reclaiming the lost territories they had occupied. Perhaps Rogers would not be afraid of any of these enemies.
The problem was that these enemies launched a joint attack on his army, especially the Forsaken led by the Banshee Queen Sylvanas in the east, which caused him great trouble.
Even when the Banshee Queen was still subservient to the will of the great Lich King, Rogers was already deeply wary of Sylvanas, who was once an Highborne elf. Perhaps only the Lich King could defeat such a powerful being.
However, in the subsequent battle, the Banshee Queen broke free from the Lich King's control during the moment when the Lich King's power was weakened while he was dueling with the bastard elf Illidan.
Therefore, these "Awakening" The Scourge became the Forsaken and began their revenge against the Lich King and his the Scourge.
Sometimes, Rogers really wanted to storm Undercity, pin that alluring Banshee Queen beneath him, and indulge in his desires.
Unfortunately, this almost delusional idea could only be buried deep in Rogers' mind, allowed to rot away like the decaying Ghoul until it disappeared.
"Sir, four humans have entered our territory. They are extremely powerful, and an elite Ghoul squad has been dispatched to stop these intruders!"
A Banshee flew over and spoke in a terrifying voice that could frighten an adult man to tears in the middle of the night.
"Is that so?"
Rogers picked up a skull from the ground and started playing with it.
"Three humans, what are they doing? Could they be guys who escaped from the human settlement in the south? Could it be Paladin Scottlin?"
Rogers hated that paladin who was supposedly blessed by some damned holy light. He had fought him several times, but he was no match for the human. If it weren't for the powerful elite Cave Demon squad, the Scourge camp might have already been razed to the ground by that shameless human paladin.
"Now, they have once again trampled on the Lich King's dignity. Summon my elite Cave Demon squad! I will teach these invaders a lesson in the power of the Fearful Ghost King!"
Black and red mist erupted around Rogers' body, clearly indicating his extreme anger.
When he arrived at the scene with a dozen or so enormous elite Cave Demon, he immediately spotted the four humans. Apart from the young man in the lead with golden hair and fair skin, the others were all wounded. Rogers chuckled. The elite Ghoul squad that had arrived first was second only to the elite Cave Demon; they possessed muscles and bones harder than iron, and their steel teeth could tear a siege engine made of giant logs and steel to shreds in an instant.
Dealing with just a few humans shouldn't be a problem."
Just as he thought of this, Rogers' smile vanished instantly. What had he seen?
Corpses littered the ground!
Yes, it was the corpses of those adorable elite Ghoul —and they were actually killed by these shameless humans?
How is this possible! No one could do this, no, not even that bastard Paladin Scottlin could. Could it be that the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde have arrived?
As Rogers' mind raced, one of the four humans opposite him, a young man, stepped forward.
This person was none other than John!
"Rogers, the Ghost King of Terror?" John toyed with a red card in his hand, a smug look on his face. "The elite Ghoul squad of the Scourge is nothing special!"
Rogers was furious and was about to order his elite squad of Cave Demon to tear these arrogant humans, who didn't know the meaning of death, to shreds.
But John quickly retorted, "Is this how you treat warriors who are about to join the Lich King's ranks?"
"What?"
Rogers stopped the elite Cave Demon, and asked uncertainly, "What did you just say?"
"We've come to join the Lich King, to join the Scourge, and to pacify this continent. Do you understand now?" John sat down on a dead elite Ghoul, but he showed no intention of putting down the red playing card in his hand.
"Oh?"
Dreadlord Rogers, looked at the humans in front of him with some surprise, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Demons who possessed the blood of the Ghost King of Fear and the Demon King of Fear were usually good at playing tricks and conspiracies, but he was really dumbfounded when faced with people who wanted to join him right away.
However, Rogers quickly came up with a plan.