Chapter 659 Legendary Shaman

Various spells continued to pour out on the battlefield. The area between Lin Yun and the dark elves was twisted by a large number of spells, and a large number of elemental storms appeared. Even these elemental storms could not erupt, and were forcibly suppressed by the collision of spells that followed.

The magic pattern on Clark's forehead seemed to be burning, and layers of flames flowed on the magic pattern. From a distance, it seemed that Clark was wearing a crown of flames.

The terrible magic fluctuations spread from there. Anyone could see that this sixth-level extreme spell was about to be released!

Elsa led the dozen dark elves, gritted her teeth, and desperately squeezed the magic power in her body. None of the magic patterns on her body could stay lit, and all were in a dim state. All the spells that could be released were released at the first time.

Andefa's face was twisted into a weird shape. He controlled the Wheel of All Laws and tried his best to release spells. Every moment, several fifth- and sixth-level spells were released.

Originally, the magic power of Molten Core had exceeded the limit of the Wheel of All Laws, and the magic power was almost overflowing all the time. But now, the destroyed Molten Core has become a little dim. The consumption of magic power has made Molten Core a little overdrawn.

Lance, who is now only a wizard, is on the verge of exhaustion of magic power, but still cannot pose a fatal threat to Clark. Those dark elves who are fearless of death have formed a human wall, and the number of spells released is several times more than everyone else!

When everyone was a little desperate, Lin Yun appeared with Gaelkch.

As soon as he appeared, Gaelkch immediately raised his hands with a solemn face and sang an ancient and desolate orc ballad loudly.

A force that seemed to penetrate time slowly spread with Gaelkch's ballad.

This force, with desolation and depression, irresistibly penetrated into everyone's body, and everyone's soul became a little sad, and a feeling of grief that seemed to make the soul cry surged into everyone's heart.

In a trance, everyone seemed to see pictures through this power that can penetrate time.

In the desolate Gobi Desert, countless wounded orcs knelt on the ground. They looked firm and unyielding, but with deep sadness in their eyes. In front of them, countless simple tombs made of broken stones stood one after another on the ground.

Countless simple tombs, and those tattered flags inserted next to the tombs, a large number of vultures and flies flew in the dark sky.

The unpleasant sound of crows kept echoing.

On a simple altar, a shaman with a sad face and tearful eyes raised his hands covered with dry skin and sang this desolate ballad.

As the ballad was sung, the vast resentment, death, and anger that enveloped the endless tombs began to slowly dissipate.

Transparent orc souls flew out of the graves and flew towards a ray of light in the sky...

"...It is you who shouldered the unyielding backbone of the race..."

"...Under the sky, on the earth, orcs will never surrender..."

"...With blood and strength, sacrifice..."

As Gaelk's ballad was sung, the movements of the dark elves on the opposite side became slow and sluggish, and even many dark elves with dull faces showed painful expressions.

The flame limit magic pattern on Clark's forehead also began to fluctuate, and the flames carrying terrifying power began to dim slowly.

The sixth-level limit spell that was about to be successfully cast began to fluctuate. When Gaelk's ballad was finished, a white stream of light flew into the sky from the magic pattern and disappeared.

Clarke's spell was also cast...

However, the original sixth-level extreme spell became an ordinary sixth-level spell...

A large piece of fire rain fell from the sky, and fireballs the size of a human head carried black lines, which seemed to be a fusion of magma and flames, and a strong flame smell spread.

One after another, the fireballs exploded, but were easily resisted by Lin Yun and his team.

Hundreds of living dead dark elves were in a struggle, and the spellcasting also stopped. The face of each dark elf was full of pain and struggle.

The large number of spells cast by Andefa and his team were suppressed in an instant. In less than ten seconds, these dark elves who had no resistance were all engulfed by the torrent of spells.

Lin Yun read out three characters, and three rays of light flashed on the dragon staff, and three more than two-meter-long Vulcan Spears fell from the sky.

Clark, who was dazed, did not dodge at all. He was nailed to the ground by a Vulcan Spear through his chest. The remaining two Vulcan Spears also pierced Clark's body. Three Vulcan Spears pierced Clark's torso with three fist-sized holes.

Each Vulcan Spear pierced Clark's vital points.

Then, the golden-red flames began to flow to Clark, and a series of illusory phantoms flew out of Clark's body. They were the souls of dark elves.

These souls disappeared after flying out with expressions of relief.

Finally, Clark's empty eyes suddenly became bright again. Seeing Elsa in the distance, he murmured to himself in a hoarse voice: "Princess, why are you here..."

Then Clark seemed to have thought of something, his face full of fear, and he screamed loudly: "Princess, go quickly, there is evil in the depths of the Dark Canyon, it is very dangerous, go quickly, go quickly, leave here, quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, a phantom soul floated out of Clark's body again, flew into the sky and disappeared.

Then everyone saw that Clark's body seemed to melt, his face became blurred, his body turned into a ball of black mud, fell to the ground, and merged with the earth.

Elsa looked at the place where Clark disappeared with a sad face, and those dark elves also stared at the ground blankly. Those former dark elves became a living dead after entering here.

Sacrificing in battle and defending the homeland are all honors, but being unable to live or die is the greatest sorrow.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief and finally caught up.

Since Elsa pointed out that Clark had a sixth-level flame limit magic pattern spell slot, Lin Yun suddenly understood many problems.

Why are these living dead dark elves so invincible? Why has Clark never died since he appeared? Why do those dark elves who don't know how to defend protect Clark?

It's not because Clark has a chance to cast a sixth-level extreme spell, but because the souls of these dark elves are all in Clark's body.

These dark elves controlled by evil forces are simply immortal. Only by killing Clark can these dark elves really die.

Then the question is, Clark has a chance to release a sixth-level extreme spell, which is the strongest existence. As long as Clark can release it successfully, Lin Yun and his men will not die.

The power of the sixth-level extreme spell is not something they can resist head-on.

After Lin Yun heard Elsa talk about Clark's sixth-level extreme magic pattern spell, especially when he heard that this process was inherited from his ancestors, Lin Yun understood what was going on.

In that magic pattern, there is the soul of a dark elf ancestor. This soul is only a part, but it is the key to casting a sixth-level extreme spell.

To be precise, it is Clark who provides magic power, and the soul of this ancestor casts the sixth-level extreme spell.

Therefore, it takes time to prepare.

Who knows the power of ancestors better than the orcs, especially the orc shamans, who are best at this kind of power. Ancestors and souls are the power that orc shamans are best at. No matter what kind of shaman, they must have this power!

Pulling out Galk's is to let Galk's interrupt Clark. Only Galk's mastery of the power of ancestors and souls can interrupt the soul in the magic pattern.

But I didn't expect that Galk's was originally thought to be a lightning shaman specializing in combat, but I didn't expect that Galk's soul-soothing war song of the orcs.

A war song can transcend the incomplete soul hidden in the extreme magic pattern...

Without the control of this incomplete soul, the extreme magic pattern is completely useless, and the spell released has changed from a level 6 extreme spell to an ordinary level 6 spell.

At this point, the battle is over. As long as Clark is killed, the deadlock will be solved, and all the dark elves will die.

Lin Yun turned to look at Gaelk'chi, the short orc shaman, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Gaelk'chi? Valen, I didn't expect it to be you, the legendary orc shaman, the creator of Requiem!"

Lin Yun couldn't help but be surprised. To be honest, among the orcs, the people who can be called legends are completely incomparable to other races, especially the orcs are rich in legendary warriors. Every top orc warrior can lead the orcs to create a prosperous era.

Shamans are wise men and guides, but they have never been the role of carrying fame and legend.

Before this era, there were only two or three most prestigious legendary shamans that could even be remembered by humans. One of them was Requiem Valen!

Gaelk'chi? Valen!

In the past, an eye of the dead appeared in the orcs' territory. A large number of undead appeared, countless orcs died in battle, and even the dead orcs would be transformed into new undead by powerful undead creatures.

These orcs were born warriors when they were alive, and they became undead after death, which made them even more difficult to deal with.

The damage to the orcs became more and more serious. Finally, the shaman Galk'chi came to the front and sang a requiem to comfort the souls of the orcs.