367: Chapter 79: The Battle is like a Chess Ga_3 367: Chapter 79: The Battle is like a Chess Ga_3 “Not enough magic power, huh…
Will this work?” Count Totti hesitated for a mont, rubbed his hands, and pulled out a bundle of long-necked crystal bottles tied together with a rubber band from his pocket.
Each glass bottle contained a bright red liquid that was sloshing around inside.
The two masters eagerly grabbed the bundle of long-necked crystal bottles.
Master Fran, with trembling hands, opened one of the bottle stoppers, and a strong magic fluctuation imdiately spilled from the bottle and filled the space.
“It’s blood marrow!
This is blood marrow!” Master Otigha trembled violently, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with burning greed.
His gaze was like the most famished locust, unable to conceal his desire and possessiveness that could illuminate the darkest night sky.
“Hurry up!
Don’t waste ti!” The count beca impatient.
He had already saluted the Heavy Scythe-wielders, and now the count still held that tiny hope.
The origin of the “blood marrow” is not simple.
It is the blood essence of the batn of the Valenbuer clan, who defected to the human camp in the Heigar campaign and are habitually called “vampires” in the mundane world.
Because these batn always feed on blood, with the blood of magical beasts being their favorite, the “blood marrow” condenses in the marrow of each batman.
Each batman, in its lifeti, can only yield twenty ounces of this “blood marrow”.
This “blood marrow” consists of abundant elental power which is enough to instantly replenish the magic power that a high-level mage needs with just ten ounces.
After the batn defected, they were once of great rit to human mages in the Heigar campaign against Beamon’s sacrifices.
However, after the Heigar campaign, the batn were branded as “vampires” by the Religious Tribunal of the St.Paul Church, and most of them have been wiped out by now.
The remaining descendants have usually hidden among ordinary humans, making obtaining blood marrow as impossible as daydreaming.
As the leading clan of Dorott, the incredibly powerful and wealthy Totti, once he took action, it was eight bottles of blood marrow, which shows that no matter who it is, they always have sothing hidden up their sleeve.
The two masters had no ti to wonder why the count had this precious treasure that was the apple of the mage’s eye.
They hurriedly each drank a nearly priceless bottle of blood marrow.
A mage that has restored his magic power is terrifying.
Master Fran was the first to cast a Space Teleportation Array for the eight woolly rhinoceroses and thirty Light Cavalry who were already completely assembled.
After the silver six-pointed star flashed by, this fresh batch of troops imdiately appeared on the wide opposite bank of the Sanggan River.
After drinking another bottle of blood marrow, Master Fran quickly cast a “Weightlessness Spell” on Master Otigha, the three Magic Apprentices, and himself.
The five mages instantly lost the influence of Earth’s gravity.
Like feathers, they lightly leaped up and flew above the Sanggan River.
In the blink of an eye, the five proud mages had arrived in the air above the river, only a hundred yards from the north bank.
There was good reason for the masters’ pride.
With the support of blood marrow, facing the two master mages now ans facing a grueling fight with six mages.
A brilliant light flashed over at the north bank of the Sanggan River, and a Komodo War Behemoth, as large as a hill, lifted its head over a large patch of reeds, and bellowed out a roar that shook the earth.
Lightning danced on its “T” shaped horn.
In contrast, the velociraptor that appeared at the sa ti seed much less impressive.
Two beautiful won retorted without showing weakness; one beat a cowhide war drum, and the other rang a triangle bell.
Had the “Weightless Spell” not counteracted the Earth’s gravity, the two masters would have probably plunged into the icy Sanggan River.
It was not that they were unaware that these two delicate beauties were sacrificers.
They simply didn’t expect them to be sub-dragon sacrificers.
“Damn,” Master Otigha said.
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The Heavy Scythe-Hands are organized into two platoons.
One platoon was wiped out by a fire, leaving only one platoon, composed of a hundred n.
Currently, there are fifty n on the other side of the river.
When these fifty Heavy Scythe-Hands fell into the water, they were only a few dozen yards from the shore.
Considering their buoyancy in the water and their two-ter-tall basketball player build, it should be possible for them to hold their breath and get to safety ashore.
The only minor mistake that the Fairy Dragon ntioned was the slightly late timing of commanding the Hippos to attack.
If there were a distance of two hundred yards, these Heavy Scythe-Hands would be dead for sure.
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