Chapter 290 Fierce Battle
Lan Wu was also completely unrestrained.
He snapped his fingers, and the six intact amulets swirling around him swooshed straight into the legendary sword. He hated Tyrael. If it weren't for this birdman, how could he be forced to go to the River of Fire to find the Hellforge. If he didn't go to the Hellforge, how could he be separated from Rodament and the others.
More importantly, he dared to threaten his plan to recruit people.
Lan Wu thought he was not a good-tempered person. To deal with the Rogue Camp, it's okay, I can handle it alone. To deal with myself, it's easier, I can fight if I can, and I can hide if I can't. But threatening a future successor to the title, and the target of his deliberate attempt to recruit, then I can only fight to the death.
What is important now? Talent.
In his mind, Will is such a talent. Apart from other things, just seeing that this honest child can be brought by Rasuk for more than ten years, and seeing that this honest child has figured out the attribute of self-recovery by himself, he must be dug out to the Rogue Camp.
Low level, no strength?
What does it matter. Tristram, a city that is undergoing revival, is no joke. It can be called the safest shelter in the world. With the crusader Virgil, the skeletons that occasionally wander out of the catacombs are nothing. Even if the demons break into Tristram, isn't there Claudia who has been engraved with the rune and officially awakened? Two strong men who cannot be explained by the power system of this world are guarding, I am afraid that Diablo will die on the spot if he goes there.
Six small amulets, a total of forty-level skills.
Lan Wu immediately grasped the legendary sword with both hands, a jumping attack, leaped high in the air, and took advantage of Tyrael's lack of ability to resist the desperate offensive of Gerrera and others, and slashed down fiercely with a sword.
Gerrera and other barbarians were very experienced. From the moment Lan Wu attacked, they instantly completed tacit cooperation and consciously controlled the rhythm a little bit. When Lan Wu slashed with his sword, Tyrael was just dodging a sweep from Ultado.
The old strength was gone, and the new strength had not yet been born.
Even though Tyrael was still strong, he could not avoid this perfect blow. A cold light flashed in the air, and the sharp blade of the legendary sword was like a hot knife cutting into butter, splitting Tyrael in half with great force.
The damage of the 42nd level jump attack was much higher than that of Ultado and others. Tyrael's face turned pale, his body shook slightly, and the holy light that had just recovered was instantly retracted into his body.
"Well done." Ultado was a complete battle madman. Seeing Lan Wu's sneak attack succeed, he was immediately excited. Regardless of the fact that Lan Wu had just passed by Tyrael's feet, he immediately jumped up and launched a whirlwind in the air.
"Fuck." Lan Wu hadn't digested the joy of hitting the Archangel Tyrael himself. When he saw Ultado using his jumping power to pounce on Tyrael like a gyroscope, he was immediately startled. He quickly changed to the giant war staff and teleported away in mid-air.
The cold light flashed, and the deadly sword blade instantly chopped Lan Wu's figure that had not yet completely disappeared into pieces. As soon as it swallowed Lan Wu's afterimage, the deadly sword storm still rolled towards Tyrael.
"Die." Tyrael, who had been silent from the beginning, seemed to be angered by this series of attacks, and he uttered a word in a hollow voice. Just as he spoke, he suddenly turned 360 degrees, and his right leg, like an iron whip, hit the sword storm that was spinning upwards in mid-air with a whip kick.
There was a dull bang. Tyrael's whip kick hit Ultado's forehead firmly, and immediately knocked him down. Before landing, Hurtado spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, like a dead man.
After a while, there was another muffled sound, and Hurtado was smashed into the hard frozen soil, sinking to his waist. A shiny bald head fell weakly, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
This time, Gerrera did not rescue him. He was experienced and analyzed the situation the moment Tyrael hit Hurtado. Hurtado would definitely faint after taking this whip kick. If he wanted to use the whirlwind to rescue Hurtado, he would probably die earlier.
"Cover me." Gerrera rushed over, quickly grabbed a bottle of full vitality potion, and forced Hurtado's tightly locked teeth to pour it in. This was the key to his experience. He was not unfamiliar with Hurtado's strength. In order to have a better understanding, he had conducted many aspects of research before. Tyrael's kick was quite powerful, and the hit part was also a vital part, but with the barbarian's strong physique, it was difficult to kill him instantly. After all, the previous series of attacks greatly weakened Tyrael's strength.
As long as there was a breath left, it would be easy.
The full vitality recovery potion was indeed a god-level potion. As soon as he drank it, Ultado suddenly screamed, and then lay on the cold frozen ground and gasped. Life, mana and endurance have all recovered to the peak, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. Tyrael's kick almost broke all the bones in his body. The potion can save his life, but it has little effect on this kind of internal injury. He had to choose to withdraw from this battle.
At this time, Tyrael had no time to finish off the knife. Under the leadership of Lan Wu, Uta and other barbarians entangled him like sticky candy. He didn't take the attacks of Wuta and others seriously, but he was very afraid of Lan Wu's offensive. Sometimes he would rather take a few more blows than take a single blow from Lan Wu.
"Hold on." Gerrera was experienced. He knew his teammates had completed their cover mission just by hearing the noise above his head. He immediately picked up Ultado and pulled him out of the frozen soil like pulling a carrot.
After a few leaps, Gerrera saw that Ultado had been sent back to the top of the hill. After hurriedly telling Will a few words, he returned to the battlefield. This time he didn't even look at Tyrael. Almost five minutes had passed since then. If this time was used properly, the survivors such as Sisildin would have recovered some combat power. If these troubles are not eliminated as soon as possible, I'm afraid this battle will become more difficult.
"Gerrera, if you don't die this time, I will cut off your head with my own hands." Sisildin was pale and jumped up and down in anger. He was not a waste. He saw through Gerrera's intention at a glance. But he had a lot of good things on him, but he didn't have a big killer like the full vitality potion. It was true that he had taken two bottles of the vitality potion, but the internal injuries were still there. That was all caused by the guy rushing over. It's no joke to resist a set of skills from a barbarian whose equipment is one level stronger than yours.
Gerrera had long ignored such trash talk. He saw the other survivors rushing to the rescue from the corner of his eye, and he immediately jumped and attacked, appearing above Sisildin's head in an instant.
"Half-blood bastard, go to hell."