Chapter 129 The Shadow of Failure

"You deserve it."

Ende saw from afar that Duriel had blown up the clay golem and two skeletons in succession, and his mood was unconsciously very good. He felt very relieved for no reason to see Lan Wu being defeated.

The other professionals saw Duriel's comeback and their faces changed. Just now, everyone witnessed with their own eyes how powerful the eight-meter-tall clay golem and the two strange skeletons were. Not only were ordinary demons crushed all the way, but even Duriel was suppressed and almost finished.

But now... everyone's heart is covered with a layer of clouds. Warlock Canyon is the private territory under the jurisdiction of Jhein, but it is not that no one has entered the Warlock Canyon for training. After all, the demons living in this forbidden space are much more powerful than those in areas such as dry highlands, mysterious oases, etc.

All professionals who are qualified to enter the Warlock Canyon for training know how powerful Duriel is. But the behemoth in front of them is obviously more powerful than the Duriel they have heard of before, or even fought against in person.

The panic spread silently among the crowd. Everyone secretly thanked themselves for being far away. Otherwise, if Duriel exerted his strength, they would be injured if they touched him, and would die if they touched him.

Gradually, no one knew who took the lead. The dark crowd slowly retreated. The narrow stone road was obviously advantageous for Duriel's huge body. Once he came, he would probably crush him with force. No one was so stupid. Everyone knew that the only way now was to retreat to the stone fortress, unite all the professionals to attack together, and rely on the advantage of numbers to level the gap in strength.

Many ants bite the elephant to death.

Everyone understood this truth. One person can inflict a little wound on Duriel. One hundred people, one thousand people are enough to inflict fatal injuries on this terrifying big bug.

"My lord." Hank squeezed to Ende's side, and the meaning was obvious. The reason why he volunteered was because Barbara secretly ordered him to follow and keep an eye on Lan Wu. Now that Lan Wu was dead, he should consider his own safety next.

Duriel's strength left a huge shadow in his heart.

Ende was silent for a moment, then nodded decisively. The two of them slightly quickened their pace without leaving any trace. The powerful strength of more than 60 levels was obviously superior to a group of professionals whose highest level was only about 40. A few minutes later, the two who were originally in the middle of the team had squeezed to the end of the team. The two of them acted cautiously, and did not even alarm anyone. Everyone just thought it was the movement of the team.

After squeezing out of the crowd, the two did not rush to evacuate this dangerous place, but followed silently at the end of the team. The empty stone road was not suitable for evacuation. Even if both of them were more than 60 levels, they could not return to the stone fortress quietly.

At this time, a soul-stirring roar suddenly broke out. Everyone was shocked and watched Duriel on the stone platform in the distance launch the final strong attack.

"It's over."

The dark clouds quickly spread in everyone's heart. The team was silent for a moment, and then became chaotic. Everyone turned around and fled, no longer defending their own face. Taking this opportunity, Ende and the other two took the lead and leisurely followed the slightly chaotic crowd to run in front.

"What a pity." Ende was in a good mood and secretly regretted it. Dark Crow finally found a point of entry for future development, but now it has to give up. This is a great pity. But it doesn't matter. A mere weak Rogue camp is enough for Dark Crow to swallow.

The demon corpse on the stone road has been completely decomposed into demonic energy. The stone road is empty. The team retreated to the front of the stone fortress without any hindrance and immediately formed a new line of defense.

At this time, the passages in the other three directions were still in fierce fighting. Every moment, exhausted professionals were carried back. Gross also sat down on the spot under the protection of Glasgow and Rafd, regardless of the nobles' face, and panted heavily with an unwilling look.

With a passion and the belief that he would not lose to Lan Wu, he led the team to force the demon army back more than a kilometer. But just when he was about to occupy a platform to establish a new line of defense, he was counterattacked by the demons. After a fierce battle, all the potions on his body were gone, and his mana was completely wiped out. He had to retreat under the protection of Glasgow and the other two.

But just as he retreated to the stone fort, he suddenly heard a rumor among the crowd that a strange professional was riding an unimaginable clay stone demon, leading four strange skeletons to crush the demons all the way, and defeated the demons.

For no reason, the figure of Lan Wu appeared in Gross's mind. He firmly believed that this strange professional must be Lan Wu. At first, he was excited that Lan Wu had safely escaped back to Lu Gaoyin and joined the battle against the demon invasion, but when he learned that Lan Wu had once again shown his power, he became extremely unwilling.

If it were still the old self, he would only laugh at this kind of strong crushing and let it go. But now that he has personally experienced the power of these demons, he once again deeply understands the power of Lan Wu.

There is nothing but powerlessness.

Gross's heart was gloomy. As a proud Lugain noble, he thought that he could close the gap with Lanwu by putting down his so-called noble airs. Unexpectedly, even if he stood at the forefront, he was still far behind this guy from the Rogue Camp.

This obvious gap made this Lugain man feel lost and unwilling. Gross silently drank the physical potion handed by Glasgow, and his strong fighting spirit was blazing like a flame.

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The battle is not over yet.

He was planning to launch a counterattack after a good rest, vowing to close the gap with Lanwu, but he suddenly saw a large group of people retreating from the empty stone road.

"Ravford, come over and take a look." Gross's heart thumped, and there was a hint of something bad in his heart.

Rafford responded and strode over. It didn't take long for him to turn around and tell the truth about what he heard. At the end, he shook his head in relief and said with a smile: "Even an angel can't deal with such a demon king. Let alone that arrogant boy."

Gross was silent, his mind going blank. Now his view of Lan Wu has completely changed, and he unknowingly regards Lan Wu as his example. Such a hero was actually beaten to death by the Demon King Duriel... He couldn't accept this reality.

"He...is dead?" Gross was shocked and couldn't believe that it was his own voice. Sinking, lost, confused...this is completely the tone of a loser.

"Uh... I don't know." Rafford was also frightened by Gross's tone and stammered in reply: "They only saw the clay stone demon and two skeletons being destroyed by Duriel. The last thing they saw was The scene was when Duriel attacked the boy and the two remaining skeletons. I think if there was no accident... he would be dead."

"What a pity." Glasgow suddenly sighed before Gross, scratching his bald head with his rough hands.

Gross was startled and looked up at Glasgow in surprise. Seeing his gaze, the latter laughed at himself: "Sir, I mean it would be great if he could kill Duriel."

"Yes, it would be great if he could kill Duriel." Gross also smiled mockingly.

Glasgow was stunned and looked at Lufford aside suspiciously. The latter shrugged innocently, indicating that he had no idea at all. Both were taken aback by Gross's actions.

After returning to Lu Gaoyin, Gross, as a powerful aristocrat of Lu Gaoyin, usually does not need the two people to follow him. In less than a month, my master seems to have become a completely different person. This made them a little flustered, wondering if they had missed something important.

"He has done what he can do. Now it's our turn to finish what he didn't finish." Gross stood up and extended his hand to Loved. The latter quickly handed over a space bag filled with medicine.

"Glasgow, Lufford, go and gather all the people you can mobilize." Gross ordered calmly: "Tell them that Duriel is coming."

"Yes, sir." The two men from Glasgow accepted the order and went to gather men.

With a resolute face, Gross tied the space bag on his belt calmly, and then strode towards the chaotic crowd over there. When he got closer, someone had already spotted him before he could make a sound.

"grown ups."

Respectful greetings came one after another, and at the same time, the work of establishing the defense line did not fall behind, and was still carried out in an orderly manner. The quality of Lu Gaoyin's people precipitated in the blood was fully reflected at this moment.

Gross nodded slightly and immediately began to ask. Listening to the descriptions of these professionals, his expression never changed, he just listened quietly. After learning about the entire process, he began to give instructions in an orderly manner.

Orders were issued one after another like a stream of water. The originally chaotic crowd immediately changed their outlook. In a short time, the entrance of the passage was already operating like an iron barrel. Three horizontal, three vertical and six lines of defense form a huge pocket. The seven professions are arranged on each line of defense according to their respective point-adding schools. Melee combat, long-distance attack, support, etc. all perform their duties, and stick to each position reasonably.

When Glasgow and Lufford returned with all the manpower they could mobilize from the other three directions, the defense lines were reinforced again, and not even a fly could fly over them.

With everything ready, Gross categorically rejected the pleas of the two Laffords and stood on the front line of defense. He looked at the empty stone road ahead, feeling secretly angry in his heart.

Lan Wu can do it, why can't I?

The people in Rogge camp can do it, and the people in Lugaoin can't do it even more.

With thoughts swirling around him, Gross tightened his grip on the short stick of Ashes of Bane. The mana gradually began to gather, and he was ready to fire the first shot of Duriel as soon as Duriel appeared in sight.

But there is no follow-up to this.

As if he knew that a defense line had been set up here, Duriel's figure did not appear at all. Under the faint starlight, the six lines of defense were silent. A depressing atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Time passed by minute by second, but Du Ruier was still not coming to kill, and some restlessness began to appear in the team. This Duriel is so abominable. Can you stretch your head out with a knife, shrink your head with a knife, and have a good time? Who can stand it if this keeps going on?

Gross was also at a loss. Suddenly he was agitated and shouted in a low voice: "Is it possible that he and Du Ruier have been fighting until now?"