Menethil's Power

Chapter 612 Die for Glory
The golden-red flame instantly filled the space, even reaching Reinhardt and Baldrige, but it didn't cause any harm to them. Apart from being a little hot, they didn't feel much strange.

However, the Dread Demon King let out a shrill scream. His ability is to be able to blur himself to avoid harm, but this ubiquitous flame makes him invisible. After all, he can't really turn into nothingness.

He is a demon, and the holy light and flames restrain him severely. What's more, the power contained in these crimson flames is actually the most quintessential part of the ocean of light. I don't understand why it was performed by such a human girl. His body quickly withered, like butter near a campfire, showing a tendency to melt quickly.

He desperately searched for any chance of survival, but none of the dreadlord's natural abilities could save him, and when he chose Whitemane as his target, he had already pronounced his death sentence, among two big men and a girl , he chose the one that looked the most innocuous but was the most dangerous.

Baldrige and Reinhardt just watched this demon, which is considered to be above-average strength even among the leaders of the Burning Legion, burn out. Originally, the Dreadlord could ignore them and slaughter everyone else, but now they don't even care about anything. Needless to say, the crisis seems to have been resolved.

"The heat of this charcoal-grilled bat is really in place." Reinhardt said, he wanted to make some more comments, but found that Whitemane, who was like a goddess in the flames, suddenly closed his eyes and fell limply. down.

The two turned pale in shock, and Baldrige rushed over without saying a word, and checked Whitemane's condition, "It's just passed out, it seems that it was due to excessive mental energy consumption." He breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Diagnostic conclusion.

Whitemane's breathing was very steady, and his full chest rose and fell rhythmically, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Reinhardt couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat that just broke out. It's no wonder that there must be a price to be paid for releasing such an amazing spell. After all, he directly killed such a powerful demon. Even if this Nathrezim can Reborn in the Twisting Nether, his strength will inevitably be greatly weakened, and Whitemane is only at the hero level in terms of ranks. It is generally believed that one must have at least epic strength to be able to fight against the Burning Legion alone. against high-ranking generals.

However, after going through so many wars, most people have also found that this kind of hierarchy division in the past is meaningless, and everything depends on the actual battle.

After all, Whitemane was still a little girl with little experience. Although this kind of outburst was indeed a quick solution to the troublesome Dreadlord, it was very troublesome to fall into an unconscious state on the battlefield.

"Mental problems are very troublesome. She probably won't be able to wake up for a while." Baldridge gently hugged Whitemane's delicate body. The girl's weight was almost insignificant to him, and he scanned In the next four weeks, just for a short period of time, more than 20 soldiers died at the hands of the Dreadlord, but the good news is that Whitemane's red flame has an excellent healing effect on one's own side, and those who are still alive have already recovered. state.

"All together, we retreat," he said.

Reinhardt hesitated, although he didn't think there was anything wrong with Baldrige's decision, but... "There are still more than half of the fel cannons that have not been destroyed," he reminded.

It's a pity to get here after so much hard work.

"This fel artillery position has fallen into a semi-paralyzed state. Our mission has been completed and a large number of small Gan'erg technicians have been killed. Without them, we will not be bombarded when we retreat." Baldridge resolutely said , His attitude was very firm, "This place is too dangerous. We don't know how many powerful demons will appear in this land, but the situation here will definitely attract their attention."

Reinhardt was convinced, and if nothing else, if only another similar Dreadlord appeared, they would be in big trouble.It wasn't until this time that he really realized how terrible the Burning Legion was. He thought it was just endless low-level demon cannon fodder, but now he realized that the number of high-level combat power of the Legion was almost terrifying.

Baldrige's worries were quickly fulfilled. After only a few seconds, the ground began to vibrate, which indicated that a giant existence was approaching, and it was almost impossible to be a friendly army.

The paladin, who was about to enter old age, changed his expression, turned around and handed Whitemane to the highest-ranking officer, "You take the priest and go first."

The situation just now has proved that even if they are equipped with Zealot armor, these soldiers will suffer huge casualties when facing the leader-level demon alone without the cooperation of other combat departments.

As the chief and the most powerful, Baldridge and Reinhardt are obliged to come back.

The Heaven's Punishment officer carried Whitemane on his back without saying a word. It must be very uncomfortable to be pinned by the thick and angular iron armor, but now he has no conditions to find a stretcher for her, and hurriedly saluted the two officers. The young sergeant major quickly retreated with the others.

All the mid-level and high-level officers of the Heaven's Punishment Legion graduated from the Royal Military Academy and received excellent education and training. He knew that this was definitely not a time for hypocrisy, and the only thing he had to do was to obey orders.

The feeling of the ground shaking was getting closer and closer. Reinhardt had just seen a giant-like figure, and then heard the sound of breaking through the air. He held it tightly, and then there was an irresistible force from the other side of the chain, and Reinhardt flew directly over.

When he got closer, he could see the specific appearance of this giant monster. It was a monster with yellow-green skin and solid muscles, which looked a little deformed. In front of him, Reinhardt was like a doll. The body seems to have undergone mechanized transformation, and many parts are made of metal, especially the arms have been completely weaponized.

This is a Morg, who is considered to be of the same family as the previous Gan'erg technicians, but they are completely two extremes. Gan'erg has almost no combat effectiveness, while Mo'erg is the complete opposite, and can be called a deadly humanoid weapon.

The iron clamp that held Reinhardt in place came from one arm, and on the other arm was a chainsaw with a built-in power source that was constantly rotating, shining with a heart-pounding light.

Seeing that it was about to get close, the monster raised the chainsaw and slashed at him. Reinhard had no choice but to open the holy shield, and an oval shield appeared around him. It stands to reason that this can block all attacks of the same level. But just by being touched by the chainsaw, golden debris began to splash continuously on it, and the shield belt was about to be cut in half by everyone.

Simply frightening force.

Fortunately, Baldrige reacted quickly enough, and he had already started to charge when Reinhardt was clamped. At this time, he suddenly hit the ground with a warhammer from a distance of more than ten feet, and the shock wave formed was transmitted at an astonishing speed. This is a skill belonging to high-level fighters, but Baldridge uses it with ease.

The shockwave didn't do much damage to the mo'arg, but it did briefly stun him, freeing Reinhardt, who sensibly quickly retreated to Baldrige.

"Humble ants." The huge mo'arg shook his head, "Why are you still alive? What does that Deserocco eat?"

"If you're talking about the dreadlord, he's already dead." Baldridge responded lightly.

But his heart was gradually turning cold. The attitude of the Mo'arg in front of him showed that his status was even higher than that of the Dreadlord just now, and in the Burning Legion, strength equaled status.

"Useless waste." Mo'arg growled, and began to attack without hesitation, "You messed up my position! Die here!"

The fear demon king just now was not the only guard of this fel cannon position, at best he was only a deputy, and this one in front of him was the main job.

He doesn't have any special abilities, just attack and attack again, but the power of each blow is extremely terrifying, but the speed is as fast as lightning. This should be the enemy that Reinhardt's Baldrige is best at dealing with. But pure to the extreme is also terrifying. Their holy shield energy is rapidly consumed, but it is difficult to make any effective counterattack.

It's really disappointing.

Reinhardt tried his best to avoid the chainsaw, but it didn't take long for his warhammer to be firmly gripped by the iron clamp. Of course, he was not willing to be disarmed like this, but when he tried to regain the weapon, the deadly chainsaw Coming with the whistling of the wind.

Baldrige immediately gave support, attacking Morg's legs, trying to force him to defend, but a cold light suddenly flashed in the monster's eyes, and almost immediately let go of the shackles on Reinhardt's war hammer, and the iron tongs The steaming and strong rays of evil energy swept towards Baldrige with a sweeping force.

He is not only good at physical blows!
Baldridge, who was attacking, was unavoidable, and his cracked holy shield shattered, which meant that the most powerful defensive ability of the paladins could not be used again for quite a while, and at almost the same moment, The chainsaw struck his chest.

"Baldridge!" Einhart couldn't help exclaiming.

The severely wounded paladin backed back again and again, almost half-kneeling on the ground, a wound appeared on his chest, which was astonishingly bigger compared to his torso, and there was still a lot of evil energy and curse power remaining.

If it weren't for the Source of Order armor, Baldridge would have died at this time, and the largest piece of Protos crystal in this armor was on his chest. Although it was completely broken at this time, it did resolve most of the impact.

With a roar, Reinhard started swinging his warhammer frantically, but was hit by a backhand chainsaw and took several steps back in a row. He rushed up again without hesitation. The reason why he was desperate was very simple. He wanted to give Baldridge bought time, and the two joined forces to fight against the demon. If one of them died, the other would have to die.

And the old paladin really needed him to do this, if he didn't suppress it immediately, the evil energy and curse in the wound would worsen, a hot and bright light lit up in his hand, pressed on his wound, and stabbed With a sound, Baldridge's wound and the surrounding skin turned charcoal black.Fel and curses were cleansed, but the blazing light also seared his flesh.

This is the simplest emergency measure, with huge side effects, but it is a helpless move.

A faint despair enveloped the hearts of the two of them. For the first time, they realized that they were so weak, completely suppressed in terms of strength and speed. If this trend continued, death in battle would be the end of the two of them.

Baldridge began to arouse the divine power in his body with all his strength, regardless of the cost. It is better to die one than two. He is ready to sacrifice. His injury is heavier than Reinhardt, so it is reasonable for him to come sacrificed, and Reinhardt had a better chance of escaping and joining the soldiers who were leading Whitemane away.

"How long do you think you can last?" Morgo sneered. As a demon, he naturally enjoys the despair of his enemies, and he doesn't mind enjoying it for a little longer.

The two paladins were silent, and the atmosphere was chilling.

However, sudden changes occurred.

A pair of emerald green daggers suddenly appeared behind Morgo's head, piercing the back of his head precisely and silently, and together with the daggers appeared a graceful figure in dark red leather armor.

Reinhardt also noticed that, of course he recognized her, Valeera, his colleague, His Highness' confidant, her presence here meant that the Allied Command had known about the plight of the Punishment Legion and had responded.

The dagger only pierced in a little bit and then went nowhere. Morgo's skull was as hard as metal, and Valeera didn't hesitate. Stealers are not good at dealing with such thick-skinned, thick-skinned men. It's normal for a sneak attack to be ineffective. In such a situation, she lightly borrowed strength from the giant monster's shoulders, dodging Morg's turning swing like a dance, without taking any damage.

"Damn bug!" growled the demon.

But at this moment, there was another faint light flashing, and under Morgo's unbelievable gaze, there was a deep bone wound on his wrist equipped with iron clamps, and the blood was like a giant fountain.

Obviously, Valeera was just attracting his attention, and the real ultimate move was still in this move.The black shadow dissipated, and the one who had just slashed was a thin and crooked figure, his face looked very strange.

Akama, Reinhard has an impression of this weirdo.

Rogues are not good at dealing with big men with rough skin and thick flesh, but the Dark Templar is different. Under the Nether Blade, which is condensed by the power of the void and the evil energy, flesh and blood are flesh and blood after all.

(End of this chapter)