Chapter 473: Chapter 497 Elental Creatures Chapter 473: Chapter 497 Elental Creatures “Elental creatures?” Bruto’s expression changed, “What are you talking about…”
The Dwarf imdiately realized the answer to his own question. Four red figures erged from behind the obsidian that blocked the heat of the volcano. They looked like blurs of flas with vague human shapes, spreading towards the four of them like a wildfire.
“They’re Fire Elentals!”
Olul’s Priest was the first to shout out the na of the enemy. As a Priest of the Frost Goddess, he naturally had no fondness for these creatures, and the impulsive Bruto was the first to launch an attack. The Dwarf imdiately threw his Magic Warhamr, targeting the foremost Elental.
However, the hamr passed straight through the fire creature and heavily struck a boulder. The Fire Elental was not affected in the slightest; a huge hole appeared where the hamr hit, but after staggering for a mont, the leaping flas promptly filled the gap in its body.
“What the hell?” Bruto was montarily stunned, “How am I supposed to fight this?”
“Ordinary physical attacks are quite ineffective against elental creatures,” Old Reap explained by his side. He had already transford into a half-werewolf state, his neck adorned with a fierce black and white wolf’s head, “You have to do it like this…”
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The Werewolf sared a bottle of purple ointnt on his short sword, making the blade emit a bright purple light. He then charged at the enemy, neatly dodging an oncoming fist with a roll, and with both short swords he swept upward, severing an arm from the side of one of the Fire Elentals.
This blow evidently inflicted effective damage; the attacked Fire Elental let out a loud roar of rage, swiftly spinning to attack Old Reap with its other arm, which Reap again deftly avoided.
But the Werewolf was still sowhat affected as his clothes began to burn from being too close to the living flas, and even the fur on his face gave off a charred sll. He awkwardly rolled several tis on the ground, finally extinguishing the flas on his body and also retreating to a safe distance.
“Seems pretty effective,”
The Werewolf squatted on the ground, squinting his eyes to assess the impact of his attack. The Fire Elental he had attacked grew back its arm, which was no surprise to him; however, it was markedly smaller than before—an encouraging sign.
Old Reap adjusted his breath, once again flourishing his sword and approached his opponent.
An unexpected mber also joined the battle—Lancelot’s summoned Nightmares. The Abyssal Warhorse was naturally immune to fla damage, which rendered the Elental creatures’ most significant weapon powerless. The great black horse, like a Knight without a rider, unflinchingly ramd into the enemy, then fiercely trampled the humanoid flas lying on the ground with its hooves.
Its hoof strikes, just like Bruto’s warhamr, were not very effective, but the advantage was that its opponents couldn’t counter-attack at all. As it wildly stomped, the flas on the trampled Fire Elental gradually dimd.
Unfortunately, Bruto couldn’t vent his anger as freely as the horse could. Although he was also very agile, there was still a gap between his movent technique and that of the Werewolf, who could ‘dance’ in the flas. Thus, the Dwarf could only throw his hamr then promptly run, waiting for the hamr to fly back before launching another attack. But the Fire Elentals were much faster than him, continuously closing the distance, and it seed the Dwarf was about to be caught up to.
“Feel the power of the frost!” roared Tiflin’s Priest from the other side of the battlefield. With a point of his fingers toward the Dwarf, a pale blue circle of stance appeared around Bruto. The circle exuded a cold air, making the flas of the Fire Elentals seem less intense.
“Thanks!” Bruto, seeing that the stance seed to partially resist the damage of the flas, imdiately stopped and turned around, roaring furiously, “You even set my beard on fire, prepare to die!”
After reaching out to help the Dwarf, Tiflin’s Priest bowed his head in prayer once again. A snowflake-shaped scar on his lower back began to glow brighter, and Lancelot, who had been closely observing the battle, felt a familiar wave of magic, just like when Alamir channeled Divine Power.
“Olul!!!”
As Mohoi shouted the na of his deity, the snowflake emblem emitted a blinding light, and a massive Ice Battle Axe appeared in his hand. The Priest of Olul raised the battle axe above his head and charged with an almost insane montum.
The Fire Elental targeted by him released two fiery punches, but Mohoi, the Tiflin Barbarian, showed no intention to dodge. The Ice Battle Axe and the fiery fists hit their targets almost simultaneously, Mohoi was knocked back flying, while the Ice Battle Axe ‘stuck’ into the body of that humanoid fla.
The Elental creature let out a piercing scream, its glow intensified in an instant, but the Ice Battle Axe was clearly not an ordinary creation, lting only at a very slow pace under the lick of the flatongue. anwhile, a thin layer of frost appeared on Mohoi’s body, minimizing the damage from the fire fists, and judging by the Priest’s frenzied look, any sensation of pain was likely ignored.
He summoned many floating ice javelins around him again, firing them consecutively like a heavy crossbow defending a castle, completely extinguishing the struggling humanoid fla on the spot.
After killing his enemy, Mohoi’s rage seed to have not subsided. He let out an almost insane roar and pounced on the Fire Elental that was entangled with Bruto. Ice quickly condensed on his fists…
A mont later, the three n and horse had worked together to dispose of the Fire Elentals that had suddenly erged. Unfortunately, these pure Elental creatures left them with so wounds but no spoils of war, yet their goal was still achieved—Lancelot wasn’t disturbed, and the Formation that created fog was operating at full capacity.
When they regrouped around Lancelot, they were astonished to discover that they could no longer see the ground at the foot of the mountain. Thick fog completely enveloped the Shattered Mountain Range, making them feel as if they were in a sea of clouds, with the edge of the fog still spreading outward.
“I should be able to expand this fog a couple of miles further, then the speed at which it dissipates will catch up to the speed at which it’s growing,” said the Human Knight as he closed his eyes again, yet he still knew the location of Tiflin’s Priest clearly, “How long will it take for you to prepare your spell?”
“I’m on it!” exclaid Tiflin’s Priest, leaping up and rushing to his backpack, “Just a mont!”
They then found out what was in his heavy backpack—a special kind of water. Mohoi first dug a small pit in the ground, then poured all the water he had carried up the mountain into it, creating a small pond. Next, he knelt down in front of the pond and began to pray devoutly.
“Great Frost Goddess Olul, your faithful follower begs for your response, let the people of this world fear your power…”
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