Chapter 963 The Final BOSS

Hatred, he remembered his servants of the Inquisitor calling him by that name.

The reason is that he uses human emotions as food, but whether it is human anger, sadness, or despair...all of them can be used as his nourishment, making him stronger.

So Hatred has always been focused on provoking hatred between humans, which in his opinion is also a very simple thing.

His shadow was behind many human wars in past history.

Until today, he has personally participated in the war.

A group of legions that came from nowhere surrounded several of its clones. It underestimated the power of this coalition...the parts separated from his body were gradually eliminated.

On the high tower in the center of the seventh floor, the dark elven elders who chose to follow the things outside the world looked at the army of Alliance and Horde players below.

Just by standing next to them, the messenger could smell the smell of panic emanating from these dark elves.

"Messenger, why don't you close the door to the core of the Holy Tree!"

The Dark Elf elder questioned Hatred. After the World Tree of the Dark Elf clan was corroded by the gray mist, the space of consciousness was owned by Hatred.

The energy that the World Tree needs to absorb has gradually turned into the negative emotions of living beings.

He should have had god-like power in this consciousness space.

"If I replace my host, I will let all these guys drown in the magma. It is not enough now..."

Hatred is just a consciousness residing in the body of Lodel, the God of Order. Over the years, Lodel's power has been eaten away by him, leaving very little.

As long as there is a full-scale riot in the country near the sea in reality, the negative emotions he collected can help him completely erase Loydel.

"There is no need to be impatient. Their existence is very special, but after all, they are just bugs in the field... They can't even step through the door of this tower!"

Hatred watched the adventurers below pouring into the high tower in the center of the magma field. He opened his arms, and his outstretched fingers were like the branches of a tree.

A large amount of gray mist overflowed from his body, and this huge power forced the dark elf elders to take a few steps back.

The entire consciousness space composed of gray mist began to shake slowly, and the adventurers who besieged the twisted monsters everywhere on the seventh floor noticed something was wrong.

The ground began to break, and one twisted monster after another broke through the ground and the rock wall above and appeared on the battlefield.

The adventurers did not expect that when they were fighting a boss, a new boss would appear next to them. The problem was that there was not only one boss, but five or six monsters appearing together in each area to be conquered!

At this moment, the battlefield fell into chaos. The original situation of more than fifty adventurers besieging a boss... instantly transformed into more than six bosses besieging a group of adventurers.

The Dark Elf elders looked at the adventurers below who were defeated by the hateful clones in shock. The originally one-sided battle situation suddenly turned around.

Just standing here, they could hear the "wails" of the adventurers intertwined with the angry roars of the monsters, followed by a complete rout.

"This is the true power of the messenger." A dark elf elder murmured to himself.

"They overestimate their abilities..."

As soon as the other dark elf said these words, he found that his perspective fell to the ground, watching his headless body standing there and disappearing into mist.

The last scene the dark elf saw from his perspective was the moment a thief with a dagger in his hand cut off the neck of another dark elf elder.

"who!"

The dark elves gathered around Hatred reacted instantly. They turned their heads and looked at the entrance of the room.

"Fuya, how did you discover these secret passages... Huh? Is this the final boss?"

A muscular tauren appeared at the entrance, and a team of fully armed warriors and mages emerged behind the tauren.

The moment the tauren saw this group of dark elves, there was no nonsense at all. Thunder flashed on his hands, and the next second the arc formed by the thunder suddenly flowed towards one of the dark elves.

These dark elves reacted, but to no avail... They had no way of using magic in reality in their consciousness space.

The arc of electricity flowed wantonly on the bodies of these dark elves, and the next moment they were directly roasted into charcoal and fell to the ground.

‘These are the dark elves of reality…are they the Thousand-faced clansmen in reality? ’

A dialogue box appeared behind the minotaur. This dialogue box came from Shayl's character.

Shayir also had a certain friendship with the dark elf Thousand Faces in reality. During the chat, Thousand Faces even told Shayir, ‘Just kill the dark elves when you encounter them in the Rift Battlefield. ’

"It seems so, they have their own consciousness." The tauren controlled by Ciri came to one of the dark elves who fell on the ground. After kicking the opponent's reaction with the hooves of the cow, Ciri was sure that this guy was Real people are not models.

"Don't worry! The fight has begun! The first kill of the final boss of this event must be won."

Shiri controlled the tauren to insert a lot of totems on the ground. Fuya's army had already joined the battlefield and began to fight with the figure entangled in gray mist.

"Speaking of which, have you seen Al?"

When Jialuoli controlled her mage character to release magic, she discovered that there was one person missing from the team.

‘Didn’t she follow us before? ’ Sheil looked around the battlefield and found that he didn’t see Al’s elf character wearing a rainbow unicorn head.

Perhaps their chatting and laughing aroused Hatred, and the gray mist spread in the room again. Hatred directly pushed away Fuya's stalker with his own fingers.

The dark elves who were unable to move on the ground began to twist their limbs under the erosion of the gray mist. When they stood up again, sticky tentacles were already extending from their bodies.

The body of hatred is obviously not something that the Fuya Adventure Group, a team of less than thirty people, can capture. The tentacles extending from dozens of twisted dark elves are as hard as spears... directly penetrating through several mages behind them. body of.

The mages in the back row were declared dead and fell. At this moment, one of the arms they hated was cut off by the stalker who flashed past.

The black arm flew into the sky, and a warrior took advantage of this moment to charge, piercing the long sword in his hand into Hate's body.

Hatred's severed arm quickly grew out, and the soldier supporting it in the front row was pushed directly to the ground by Hatred's sharp claws.

The Fuya Adventure Group collapsed in less than ten minutes.

"It's over." After Hatred crushed the warriors under his claws into pieces, he slowly came to the only remaining tauren, "You can't defeat me."

The tauren did not retreat, but just stopped the spell-casting action on his hand.

"Die in powerlessness and despair." The moment he raised his hand and was about to wave it down, the tauren suddenly spoke.

"What you said is a bit off-topic, but wait a minute...can I ask a question before you kill me?" The Minotaur's voice suddenly changed, from Shirley's voice to Qiao Xiu's voice. "Like that just now. How many times can you refresh monsters?"

Hatred ignored the Minotaur's question and penetrated the Minotaur's body with his fingertips, causing the Minotaur's body to gradually turn into light and dissipate.

"And is it my imagination? Your body seems a little smaller than before?"

The Minotaur left his last words before he died, which made Hatred wave his hand angrily and smash the Minotaur's body into pieces.