Grand Arcanist of Azeroth

Chapter 282 The Sartre Devil's Dead End

Herald looked at the scattered satyrs on the hillside in the distance, and made suggestions to Tyrande, who was manipulating the light quadruped mecha.

"These satyrs aren't very effective at fighting. You can use a cheap grenade to blow up a round and get the rest of the army dirty."

After hearing his suggestion, Tyrande nodded in agreement.

"Well, these guys' lives aren't worth much. It's not worth wasting precious ammo, really."

The location of the camp chosen by the satyr demon was terrible.

They are entrenched in the middle of a mountain on the side of the road.

The camp faces a steep cliff to the east and a vertical wall to the west.

Outflanking the mountain roads on the north and south sides can block them halfway up the mountain.

The light quadruped mecha quickly went up the mountain road on the south side.

The huntresses continued along the main road, and then quickly blocked the exit of the mountain road on the north side.

Ready to outflank the satyr demon.

The bullying Sartre demon is very troubled when he sees the strange car rushing up the mountain road.

This weird car is made of steel and looks very unfriendly.

But just running away like this, they feel very humiliated.

Before they could make a final decision, the light quadruped mechas had already attacked them.

40mm grenades are fired at a low rate of one round per second.

However, this so-called low rate of fire blows up the Sartre demons enough!
They have no physical roots in Azeroth.

Weapons and equipment rely on looting to meet demand.

Both night elves and furbolgs are races without decent armor.

Satyrs can only be miserable unarmored or lightly armored units.

The layer of fur on their bodies can't stop bullets, let alone grenades.

The grenade that fell from the sky exploded at close range, easily tearing apart the satyr's fur and muscles, and blasting them to pieces on the ground.

In fact, even the demon guards with high-end armor were destroyed by the grenades that exploded close to their bodies.

Not to mention these weak satyrs?
Every grenade that falls can kill and injure several satyrs.

Soon they were bombed and lost their fighting spirit and ran away.

Seeing that the satyr demon suffered heavy casualties, Herald took out a purple bell and cast a spell to activate it.

Dead satyrs are safe to wait for the Twisting Nether to revive them, as usual.

However, what pulled their souls this time was a strange mysterious force.

They felt something was wrong and struggled desperately.

But how can a mere demon soul compete with soul magic items?

Howling, they were pulled into the purple bell, and there was no possibility of escape.

This purple bell activated by Herald's spell is an advanced magic item used by the Draenei to suppress the souls of the dead compatriots and prevent them from causing chaos.

The soul strength of the Draenei is the top among normal creatures.

Therefore, the purple bell can absorb almost all souls in the world.

The ancestral souls of the night elves may also be easily ingested by it.

Seeing the purple bell floating in Herald's palm, Tyrande was curious about its function.

Tyrande can't understand things at the soul level.

But when the Satyr demons were killed and injured in large numbers, Herald took out this magic item and activated it, which obviously had some special effect.

And she sensed the cold aura emanating from the purple bell.

It seems to be an amazing magic prop.

"What is this? Why does it feel a little spooky?"

Herald grabbed the purple bell and shook it.

Amidst the crisp bells, there was a faint mournful howl, which sounded a bit like the voice of a satyr demon.

"It's called the Dementor Bell, and the soul of the satyr demon has been imprisoned here."

With an inexplicable cold feeling and a weird bell sound, Tyrande firmly believed in Herald's introduction.

Soul, a very mysterious substance, has a more intuitive existence in the night elves.

That is the ancestral spirit in the form of a glowing sphere.

Before the night elves attained immortality, their souls of natural old age and death would materialize.

These are glowing spheres known as Ancestral Souls.

These peaceful ancestor spirits hide in the forests near Mount Hyjal.

Although it is rare to see them, Tyrande has seen them many times in the tens of thousands of years.

The ancestral souls of the night elves are not as cold as the souls of satyrs.

But the two are indeed quite close in terms of aura.

Looking at the cold purple bell that was wailing faintly, Tyrande was very satisfied with the end of the satyr demon.

"That's great! There should be no way for these satyrs to escape!"

Feeling the extraordinaryness of the purple bell, she felt a little regretful about the rarity of this magic item.

Judging from this special material, it is likely to be an out-of-print item that Herald obtained from another world.

However Herald has a lot of draenei crystals.

The arcane furnace, as big as a three-story building, is made of Draenei crystals as a whole.

He has made several small things like soul-destroying bells that don't use much material.

With the acquisition of Ulthalus, who has a powerful soul-destroying effect, the soul-destroying bell is rarely used.

He took out two soul-destroying bells that he had hardly used since they were created, and handed them to Tyrande who was a little lost.

"These two can be lent to you for a period of time. I believe that it won't be long before the satyr demon will not be able to scale up."

Seeing the purple bell that Herald handed over, Tyrande was very excited.

"Moon God, thank you so much!"

When Tyrande was thanking, he could shout out the mantra of the moon god above.

The excitement in her heart can be imagined!

For tens of thousands of years, the night elves have studied many ways to deal with satyrs.

For example, keep them in a certain area and prevent them from running out to cause damage.

As a result, the poor Sartre demon chose to use the mode of hurting each other to get out of the predicament.

Even if they are locked up alone, they will commit suicide.

It is not an easy task to imprison them safely.

The Overwatch troops have some special means, but the number of prisoners cannot be too large.

Therefore, there are very few satyrs imprisoned.

Only the extremely powerful and dangerous satyrs will be captured by the watchmen.

This costless means of captivity gave Tyrande the hope of completely eradicating them.

As long as you work hard to kill satyrs and capture their souls, there will be fewer and fewer satyrs.

Thinking of this, she accelerated the speed of cleaning up the satyr demon.

Those satyrs who were routed in a rout were quickly overtaken by the light quadruped mecha.

The huge pliers clamped their heads, and they were clipped into two pieces with a "click".

The bloody green blood spouted from the severed neck of the satyr demon was like a fountain in a park, and the scene was indescribably bloody.

But that's not even the bloodiest.

At least they died quickly, and died as soon as the blood ran dry.

The wheel saw is the most brutal killing weapon.

The high-speed rotating wheel saw swept across, sending the flesh and blood of the satyr demon saw flying.

It's okay to be cut cleanly and directly.

If everything is broken into pieces and still not dead, then it will really suffer a great crime!

The four mechanical legs of the light quadruped mecha also turned into terrifying killing weapons.

At present, there is no satyr demon that can block the weight of more than ten tons.

Being approached and attacked by strange vehicles, the satyr demon fought back bravely.

They risked their lives to get close to the light quadruped, attacking it with claws or swords.

Light quadruped mechs have low defense.

But its armor is still three centimeters thick.

This kind of armor made of alloy steel cannot be broken by the satyr demon.

Only with good equipment and strong strength can they pose a threat to these war machines.

It's almost the same as a demon guard holding a magic steel axe.

As for the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder such as satyrs, they can only make shallow scratches on the alloy armor.

The price is that they are crushed to pieces by mechanical legs.

They have no choice but to run away desperately.

(End of this chapter)