Chapter 173 Moras, who was reduced to a spellcasting material
, did not meet Imrik’s expectations this time. The spear he threw at the fleeing Supreme Witch pierced the horse’s buttocks, drawing blood and then moving towards it with undiminished power. The owner stabbed.
A magic shield appeared on the Supreme Witch's body, but it was breached in an instant. The spear from the horse's hip pierced her abdomen, and then the two began to fall toward the ground.
"Let's go." After seeing the effect of the throwing attack, Imrik immediately stopped sharing vision and jumped on Minas Nir's body to prepare for the last hit. As long as she takes her head back, it will definitely be a brilliant one. spoils of war.
The dragon flapped its wings violently. Even though there was a big hole in the wings, it would not be a fatal problem for an experienced dragon like Lao Mi.
One man and one dragon immediately rushed to the jungle where Moras fell. After swooping down and knocking down many branches, Imric only saw the dark Pegasus and two big white legs with fine black gold enchanted chains on their ankles.
He jumped down from Minas Nir's body and squatted on the horse corpse to start checking. The heroic spear directly burned the back half of the pegasus into charcoal. It was obvious that he died on the spot when the spear was stabbed. These two legs were left after Moras was pierced through the abdomen and his body was split into two halves.
"But where is Moras's upper body?" He frowned and thought for a moment. Could it be that the woman was still able to use magic to escape after being pierced by the heroic spear? You must know that this high-level heavenly artifact is said to be able to crush it with one blow. In the Wall of Hell, even though I was in a monkey version of the dark world, I couldn't even kill a sorceress.
"Have you found anything?" After checking the death time of Pegasus, Imric stood up and asked Lao Mi who was entrenched in a big tree. He was a magic idiot and could only rely on some intuition for the wind of magic. The general level of use may be similar to that of the wanted wild mages in the current empire.
The dragon sniffed its nose, and a deep voice came from its throat, "There is a smell of magic, but I'm not sure if it's teleportation magic."
Could it be invisibility? Even though her body was burned into two pieces and she could still cast spells, Moras really had some skills.
After thinking for a moment, I couldn't let go of this opportunity, but I also needed to rush back to the battlefield in Fennoir Plain. This forest was very large. To search or not to search, that was the question.
After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that I still couldn't miss this best opportunity to catch Moraes. If she could really escape with her body broken into two halves, and I recognized it, and if she hadn't been found before dusk, then Contact Alfonso to teleport himself and others back to Fennoir Plains.
He sounded the dragon horn from his waist and ordered everyone to search this location. The Dragon Prince drew out his Dragon Fire Sword and began to search around. He would get the heroic spear later.
When dusk came...
After the four Davians arrived at this location, Imrik knew that Moras might have escaped using teleportation spells.
"It's really difficult to deal with. This old witch is indeed the biggest cancer of the elves." Standing next to the pegasus, Imric crossed his arms and complained for a moment.
Not even a hair was found this afternoon, and all kinds of evil methods were used. The dragon mage even used one of Moras' legs to perform the blood tracing technique. The result was that the southeast was the most obvious, but it was not the target himself.
Imric, who had been expecting good news, lost interest for a while, and looking to the southeast, if it wasn't the target himself, it must be Malekith.
"Prince, what should we do with the remaining leg." Masno walked over from the side. Moras's left leg had been burned by the dragon mage as a casting material just now, and the situation of the remaining leg was a bit embarrassing.
If you take it back as a trophy, you will definitely be laughed at. I have never seen a woman’s thigh as a trophy.
"Burn it, or give it to Davian to make a specimen of art." Imric responded casually, turned around and started to contact Alfonso, asking him to use the teleportation spell immediately.
Masnuo and Davian looked at each other in confusion after hearing this. They felt that the second half of the prince's sentence must be a joke. Otherwise, if someone knew about it, where would the Dragon Prince's face be? As the dragon's flames burned the flying horses and stumps on the ground, white particles began to appear on everyone's bodies. After Davian attached a magic mark to everyone, the Archmage Council began to fight against the army. Teleportation, with a flash of white light, the people who destroyed Grond and Chaos disappeared from the clearing as if they had never appeared in Avalon.
After the Caledonians left, there was a slight noise in the trees not far from where the corpses were burned. An extremely miserable-looking female elf was leaning against a thick tree, biting a stick in her mouth, and her abdomen was full of blood. With the burn scars caused by the fierce flames, only the upper body struggled to support the beating of the heart.
Damn Caledonians.
The Supreme Witch let go of the wooden stick in her mouth. After being attacked by the spear, she felt that she was about to die. She even saw her lover who had been dead for a long time before her eyes.
But just as she reached out to hug the eternal Phoenix King, the pain of falling to the ground let her know that she was not dead yet.
The Midnight Stone, the treasure stolen by Aris Annar, barely saved Moras' life. She had already analyzed the magic gem that could conceal the wearer's figure, and originally wanted to make a new one. I remember my past love, but I didn't expect to use it on this occasion.
The transformation of Kane's original blood pool and Slaanesh prevented her from dying immediately. As long as she returned to Grond, her perfect body would reappear.
Morath was glad that the Nagarythians did not participate in this raid, otherwise it would be difficult for this concealment method to escape the eyes of the Shadow King and the Shadow Crown, and Caledor... "I will let these arrogant
people The betrayer will pay the price." The Supreme Witch secretly swore in her heart.
.........
And Imrik, who returned to the Fenouar Plains, felt a little regretful. It was a pity that the woman did not die. Otherwise, just that head could be exchanged for a lot of money, and many kingdoms The big families in the country are placing bounties on the heads of Moras and Malekith in the black market. Although most people think this is a joke, the gold leaf coins paid to the black market intermediaries do not lie.
Sitting on the familiar oak chair, the Dragon Prince looked at the reports of the past few days. The information about Black Fang gathering monsters from Shadow Peak to attack Druchi was particularly eye-catching. The powerful Chimera had been killed. Even the beast lord Larkas could not make him surrender to his will. The invasion of the monster wave caused a large number of casualties.
And Davian also wrote a related mission report just now. The four of them were very effective against Druchi's harassment and attack on the supply line. The Witch King had already appeared on the front line, obviously because of Nagaris. The supply lines were cut off and a large amount of logistics was burned, forcing him to make such a move.
It is now winter, and the tree spirits in the jungles of Avalon are sleeping. Most of the Druzi and Chaos fleets attacking eastern Ulthuan after Morarion used the Esotamaha Waystone to create a powerful storm They all hit the cliffs on the coast, and only the larger Black Ark survived. The longer it drags on, the more unfavorable this war will be for Malekith.
"Where is Malekith?" Imrik asked the last question after reading the report sheets for the past few days.
"We will arrive at the outermost checkpoint the day after tomorrow morning." Randy said.
After hearing this, the Dragon Prince turned to look at the portrait of the King of Conqueror that Davian had given to him. Alfonso gave him one, and he also gave one to himself. It seemed that he was the right master and disciple. .
After staring at the portrait and thinking for a long time, Imric finally made up his mind, "Let the Shadow King and Edtelis set off from the Heart of Oak Forest, and other kingdoms gathered towards Caledor, preparing for a decisive battle with Malekith the day after tomorrow. ”
(End of chapter)