Dick Hearing this, he let out a long sigh and then walked down the city wall.
The two came to the venue, and a group of nearly a hundred demon hunters and warlocks also staggered here. Judging from their condition, it seemed that the poison had not been completely eliminated.
Beier stared at Master coldly for a few seconds, and then said to Dick:
"We only have about 5 minutes of fighting power. After that, the effect of Golden Oriole Potion will dissipate, and we will be powerless by then."
"Where are those kids?"
"Already hiding in the basement, there are four young demon hunters in their teens. They... are the hope of the future of the order."
Then he turned to look at the warlocks, with a sad expression on his face, "It stands to reason that they cannot take Golden Oriole Potion. They can only use the temporarily unblocked magic power to suppress the poison, but when the time limit passes...
"I don't want them to join the war, but right now we can't survive without the help of the warlocks."
Dick As soon as he heard it, he understood the meaning of Beier's words:
The warlocks in front of you will be poisoned to death after the potion expires.
Dick glanced around the warlocks and saw that they were either nervous, angry, or indifferent. He sighed secretly in his heart, and then asked, "Where is Aode?"
A young warlock pretended to be relaxed and said, "The old gangster insisted on coming with us, but we took the opportunity to knock him out and hid in the basement.
"Dick, if you survive this battle, you must take good care of him. He is the common friend and master of us warlocks."
"I... understand.
"Please take these Magic Bombs." Dick took out all the Magic Bombs from his pocket and distributed them to everyone.
There was not much time left for them. Outside the city, the blood-curdling roars of the monsters could be clearly heard.
Immediately afterwards, the city gate was violently hit by a large group of monsters, making a dull and heart-stopping sound.
At the same time, the ferocious figures of Gargoyle slowly appeared in the sky, hovering under the clouds, waiting for opportunities to move.
Beier quickly began to command the formation and said in an excited voice:
"Demon hunters who can skillfully use Mind Shockwave will be listed at the front of the team immediately!"
Dick After hearing the instruction, he quickly walked to the center of the team and got ready.
Master snorted coldly and stood side by side with Dick with a trace of disdain.
Afterwards, a dozen more demon hunters quickly lined up with the two of them, each of them with serious expressions.
"Those who are skilled in using Protection Sign stand behind!" Beier's voice sounded again.
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of demon hunters stood neatly in the second row.
"The rest of the people stand in the third row."
The remaining witchers quickly stood back. Even though there were two disabled blacksmith witchers among them, they did not flinch. They held their swords tightly and laughed at each other:
"Old guy, when this battle is over, I'm going to kick your good leg hard again!"
"Hmph, let's wait until you survive!... Old man, you must survive!"
"All the warlocks stood at the back, chanting collective spells." Beier continued to command without changing his expression.
Seven or eight warlocks stood at the end of the team. They closed their eyes and began to chant spells in a low voice.
Although they are only warlocks who specialize in Alchemy and are not proficient in destruction spells, they are still concentrating at this moment and trying their best to gather magical power.
The battle begins.
The sorcerers' spells were low and mysterious, while the other demon hunters were staring intently at the city gate and the sky. Everyone's nerves were as tense as a string about to break.
I saw three huge rocks flying towards me from high in the sky like cannonballs, so fast that no one had time to react.
Upon seeing this, the demon hunters in the second row immediately cast Protection Sign.
In an instant, a huge and thick inverted bowl-shaped transparent film quickly enveloped everyone, and the film exuded a faint light.
Three gravels hit the membrane heavily, making a deafening sound. The ground beneath everyone's feet shook violently, and Protection Sign became weaker and more transparent. However, the boulders were unable to penetrate this tough layer of Protection, and could only roll down to the side of the road in vain.
In the sky, dozens more Gargoyle flapped their huge and ugly wings, opened their staggered fangs, and gathered into a black mist.
"Mind Shockwave, be prepared." Beier said in a deep voice.
All the demon hunters at the front raised their right hands and quickly formed seals in the air.
Each person's palm began to sparkle with a faint light, which gradually gathered and became more and more dazzling.
Beier stared closely at the flight trajectories of these Gargoyle, quickly assessing the distance in his mind.
After a few breaths, he pointed to a point in front of the densest Gargoyle in the sky and shouted loudly, "Shock wave starts!"
In an instant, dozens of Mind Shockwave shot out from the palm of the demon hunter like cannonballs. These shock waves quickly merged together in the air to form a huge oval-shaped blazing white beam.
The beam of light was like a bolt of lightning, rushing into the sky with unparalleled majestic power.
In an instant, a dozen Gargoyle were instantly shattered by the powerful impact, and their shells, gravel, flesh, and internal organs fell like raindrops in the air.
The city gate not far away, under the continuous attacks from the monsters outside, was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.
Countless monsters poured in from it like a tide. They bared their teeth and claws, roared and rushed towards everyone.
At this point, the warlock's spell is finally completed.
They raised their hands high, their hair was blown wildly by the thick magic elements, and finally sang together. "O strong wind, obey our call!"
Just as he finished speaking, a huge black whirlwind suddenly appeared among the monsters at the city gate.
The whirlwind turned faster and faster, forming a huge black tornado, and all the stone slabs on the ground and the monsters were sucked into it, making bursts of shrill screams.
This big black tornado drove flying sand and rocks, and the entire battlefield instantly became dim and dull. The end of the whirlwind towered into the sky, and it seemed that even the dark clouds in the sky were swept into it by its powerful force, forming a terrifying and spectacular dynamic oil painting.
Half a minute later, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the monsters that were caught in the whirlwind fell from the sky.
Some monsters were directly smashed into pieces and turned into a pile of minced meat;
Some were lingering on the ground wailing.
These warlocks looked at each other palely, with happy smiles on their faces.
They know that their efforts are not in vain.
However, as soon as a young warlock relaxed, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He lowered his head in disbelief and saw that a dark green claw had penetrated his chest, and the claw was still holding a still trembling heart.
His eyes were full of fear and despair, then his head tilted and he died.
After Foglet launched a sneak attack and succeeded, he grinned and quickly stuffed the hot heart into his mouth. Without having time to taste it carefully, he quickly disappeared.