Chapter 118, Death of the King
Powerful elemental fluctuations appeared on the crude wooden staff in the old priest's hand.
And it spurted out with the swing of the wooden staff.
The earth was torn apart by violent shaking, and the stone houses collapsed in the shaking.
The knights fell into the cracks that were torn apart in the earth regardless of friend or foe.
Amid the horrified screams, at least half of the Skaven Knights and the vast majority of the Kingdom Guards were buried underground.
The real earthquake technique was forcibly used by the old priest.
Even if he paid an unimaginable price for it.
The wooden staff turned into yellow powder and collapsed, and the turbid crystals spread and climbed on the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood was almost completely peeled off.
It almost turned into a ferocious giant skeleton rat.
But the old priest was still alive, and the life essence accumulated from eating blood mushrooms for many years temporarily saved his life and exempted him from part of the cost of forcibly using earthquake spells.
This crazy priest was not allowed to die on the spot due to the backlash of the elements.
But the old priest was still dying, and the turbid crystals were still spreading on his flesh.
However, such a miserable situation could not stop him from showing his wanton shrill laughter.
After all, he won!
The last obstacle has been removed, hurry up!
At this time, he didn't even have time to pay attention to the rat-man running knights who began to flee in terror after the killing halo ended.
After climbing down from the roof with difficulty, more and more turbid crystals appeared on the old priest's body, and he was about to turn into a crystal statue.
He doesn't have much time, he has to hurry up, he has to hurry up.
Staggering towards the transparent tower not far away.
Want to pick up the pace.
But he couldn't do it. His legs that were already covered with turbid crystals made him stagger forward step by step.
The background around him is the ignited flames, large areas of ruins, and blood stains that continue to seep from the ground.
The ferocious cracks on the earth are slowly healing and closing after the end of the magic. The old priest's forcibly used earthquake spell is not enough to leave permanent wounds on the earth.
But this caused even more terrifying secondary damage. The knights who fell into the cracks were completely buried underground as the earth healed, and they lost the possibility of climbing out.
The desperate screams were gradually sealed under the ground.
A lucky guy seized the opportunity and climbed out of the gradually healing crack.
The helmet went somewhere unknown, and the exquisite armor on his body was covered in blood, and he was breathing heavily.
It's the king of the quilboars.
He was very lucky to crawl out of the ground, but he was also about to die.
The armor on his chest was twisted and deformed, sinking deeply into his chest. He was breathing heavily, and blood kept coming out of his mouth.
Everything in front of you is mess.
Not far away, the old priest with staggering steps appeared in his eyes.
The gradually weakening body and the constant overflowing blood made such a king understand something at this time, and showed a miserable expression.
Mouthing to himself.
"Am I going to die?
Is it so easy to die?
I thought I could fight with the gods. "
Without stopping, he took out his dagger from his waist, used up his last strength, and threw it violently.
All the strength in his body was exhausted, the world in front of him was dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.
There was no sound.
This king who had a transcendent heart for the gods eventually died in front of the gods' palace. Even the last thing he did before his death was to stop a crazy rat man who coveted the gods' palace.
Although it didn't work out.
The dagger flew out and hit the old priest who was staggering not far away.
But after all, it was the last blow before death, and the accuracy was really not good enough.
It hit the old priest's legs, and with the sound of the crystal cracking, the old priest fell heavily to the ground.
The old priest's legs, covered with turbid crystals, were broken.
He immediately fell to the ground.
Without his legs, the old priest could only crawl on the ground with his hands.
Almost all the strength was used.
His eyes were fixed on the tall tower not far away that was shining with bright white light.
However, the strength in his body is still gradually exhausted.
In the sound of sobbing.
With his eyes widened, he stretched out his hand hard, trying to grasp the tall tower not far away.
"Oh God! Oh God!"
This crazy mouse is also exhausted.
But he is not willing to give up, nor is he willing to give up.
I don't want to die like this.
Until a ray of golden light penetrated the white light supported by the transparent tower and fell towards him.
A little warmth followed the light and penetrated into the old priest's body.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and gradually widened.
The old priest fulfilled his long-cherished wish and received blessings from the gods, just like a white mouse! Just like a white rat!
He received the same blessing as the white mouse!
That arrogant guy can no longer ignore him, because he has also received a blessing! I also received blessings from the gods!
That arrogant guy can't ignore me anymore!
"I am the one given by God!"
In that flamboyant laughter, the rat priest lost his breath.
Just die.
Even though he received Du Yuan's blessing at the last moment of his life, Du Yuan even dropped a drop of life essence as he wished.
But this still failed to save his life.
After the violent earth element completely eroded his body, the life essence could not save his life.
In front of the heretical tower that shines with white light.
A statue of a crawling rat-man appeared with his head held high and a grin on his face.
The wild boar warriors who arrived later saw only a mess.
The ground oozes blood, the dead king, and a crystal statue crawling in front of the tower.
One can imagine.
tomorrow.
When news of the king's death spreads, an unstoppable chaos is destined to permeate the quilboar kingdom.
What incredible news this is.
And the place where the wild boar king died is so sensitive.
The dead king in front of the temple.
What a fascinating description this is!
It's hard not to think about it.
But who would know.
Although all this originated from the ambition of the wild boar kingdom, it mostly came from the crazy thoughts of a rat priest.
And what's even more unimaginable is.
This was the rat priest who left behind everyone and entered the lush forest with the expeditionary force, and rushed into the hinterland of the quilboar without hesitation.
This guy successfully crossed most of the plains and killed the wild boar king in the wild boar capital.
The guy who did such shocking things, such a crazy guy.
Most likely just to fight for a breath.
Okay, let’s stop moving. Brothers, after writing two chapters today, I feel like my whole body has been hollowed out. Please wait for a while and let me finish it tomorrow.