Blood of Mercury

Not counting the trees behind him bursting suddenly, unprepared, several pieces of cracked burning wood stabbed directly into Tradal's back. The longest one of them even had the length of a child's forearm, the front end sunk deeply into his back waist, and the dark red blood dripped down the wood drop by drop.

The collapse on his forehead was shaken open again by the shock wave, and thick dark red blood seeped out of it, passing through his eyes and cheeks, dripping from his chin.

Tradal narrowed his eyes and stared at the wickedly surrounding Ash Spirits, silently counting their numbers in his heart.

One, two...five, six...eight, nine.

A full nine people.

Nine powerful enemies that belong to the same silver rank as Tradal.

Maybe they were bronze rank before they performed some forbidden ritual, but it was a fact that they were now silver rank anyway. Even if Tradal tried his best, it was impossible to escape from their siege.

From the corner of his vision, Tradal saw that his colleagues were swarmed by these monsters and easily broke out of the formation and died, but said nothing.

The long sword burning with holy fire can still easily cut through the rock surface of the monster, but that's all. There is no special effect that can burn people out by just slashing them, and their simple swordsmanship is not enough to win against such a number of enemies.

They are only militias after all. Even though they responded to the call of the mourners and put on masks and holy emblems, and received the protection of their mentors, they did not have the slightest ability to fight against inferiority.

Originally sheltered them, the silver-white light that could easily block the Druid magic was unable to block the scorching heat of the lava dolls who called themselves Ember Spirits—their black cloth robes were not enchanted at all, and there was no trace of matching. High temperature resistance, once grappled by several enemies at the same time, it can only be roasted to death in the wailing.

Just touching, they quickly collapsed.

Really, a bunch of weaklings. Really lost the teacher's face.

Tradal curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, and did not show the slightest sign of their death.

Anyway, they themselves are just coming to rush the number of people, and this group of people is not even a priest. The faith is not religious enough, and the ability is not enough to be called an elite. There's nothing wrong with calling it cannon fodder. Just because they have the shelter of the mentor and the command of the Overseer. This group of people who hadn't even touched a weapon a week ago could actually destroy several Druid gathering points one after another. It cannot be said that Tradal's ability is not strong.

But that's all he is.

He is an Overseer, but only an Overseer. His strength depends on the army itself.

If you give Tradal and this **** the same number of elite legionnaires, even if the number of enemies is doubled again. Tradal still has the confidence to beat them.

However, now is different.

After he went to great lengths to defeat one of the Ember Spirits. He immediately realized that his fate of failure was bound to come.

But the Ash Spirits opposite him were hesitant and did not dare to approach because they felt that Tradal's vitality was burning violently.

Just a little longer anyway. He will die by himself.

"Hehehe..."

But in the face of such a desperate situation, Tradal suddenly laughed. The hoarse laughter sounded like a crow. Unknown and hoarse.

His right hand, which was grabbing the man's neck, drooped slightly. As if waiting for something.

"I'm so stupid. What am I thinking. Really..."

He lowered his head and muttered, and the silver-white flame slowly overflowed from his mouth.

The Ember Spirit at the head immediately realized that something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

Silver-gray flames exploded from Tradal without warning.

Like a thundercloud, a silver light group that shone with dazzling light exploded from around him. He directly electrocuted the two Ashes who got too close by accident to ashes.

dong dong!

The dull engine-like heartbeat suddenly sounded, humming and roaring—

next moment. A wave of silver-white light like ocean waves suddenly shot towards the surroundings.

"Teacher! I sacrifice the blood of my enemy to you!"

The laughing Tradal roared in the very center of the Tide of Light.

His left eye was scorched black, his right eye was beating with silver-white electric light, and the bones of his chest were bent outward instead. The contents inside burned violently, shining like a dazzling silver-white light like a reactor.

The more and more intense silver-white light began to flicker in Tradal's chest, becoming stronger and brighter.

A terrifying suffocation filled Ember Spirit's chest, pressing them down as they dared not approach, desperately trying to escape.

Not just them. Deeper in the woods, two druids, a man and a woman in dark red robes, also changed their expressions and tried to escape.

However, the air started to get sticky. Everyone's movements became slow.

The next moment, the extremely dazzling blazing white brilliance suddenly pierced out of Tradal's chest, the arc of light flickered, and it was pulled out long. His whole body was dyed silver white.

Then, with him as the center, the boundless silver-white electric light drowned the whole world.

His color became more and more dazzling, eventually becoming a phantom-like blazing white.

The next moment, all the blazing white exploded at the same time, and an unimaginable roar rolled over everything.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded with Tradal at the center. The soil was blown away layer by layer, and the surrounding ancient trees were blown to pieces, and then crushed to pieces in the storm. The trees a little further away were also swept away by the storm, leaning slightly outwards.

When everything subsided, it was already half an hour later.

Not to mention Ember Spirit. Even the surrounding earth was turned into nothingness. Everything within about eighty feet disappeared.

At this time, the second wave of people finally came over. They also wore beak masks and black robes.

When the person in the lead saw this somewhat familiar scene~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his left hand trembled, he half-kneeled, and lightly stroked the ground.

"...One step late."

He murmured softly: "Another...do you just want to die like this?"

Behind him, someone hesitated for a long time and asked, "Lord Kakarit, this means..."

Kakarit shook his head without answering.

He was silent for a long time, then stood up, his voice had returned to calm.

"Pass it on, Father Tradal was martyred in the Forest of the Elders."

He said softly: "I will ask His Majesty Roland to posthumously enshrine him as a saint - Saint Tradal! As for now..."

Under the mask, Kakarit's eyes became cold: "Search for Farina, the Ashes disciple hiding in the Forest of the Elders immediately!"

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