mesbooks Chapter 607 The Third Round of the Battle for Multiverse
Chapter 607 The Third Round of the Battle for Multiverse
The bone staff slipped from his hand and hit the frozen ground with a dull thud.
The shadow crystal at the tip of the staff shattered, and black shadow energy dissipated from the crystal, forming wisps of black mist in the air.
The fog swirls and spreads in the air before finally disappearing.
The light in his dark red eyes gradually faded, like two candles whose oil had run out.
"A human...mage..."
His voice became intermittent, and each word required tremendous effort.
"You'll...regret it..."
The body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
His body slammed onto the frozen ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Two seconds later, a white light shone from the corpse.
The white light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a towering white pillar of light that pierced the clouds.
Level 85 boss, Orcish High Shaman Bloodhoof, is dead.
A system notification popped up in Lin Tian's field of vision, its gold border making it even more dazzling than a regular kill notification.
After the white light dissipated, the ground was littered with fallen items.
There was also a skill book with a shadowy sheen.
The skill book's cover features a black totem pattern surrounded by shadow energy.
[Skill Book: Shadow Totem]
Lin Tian put the skill book into his backpack.
The elite guard stopped the instant the shaman elder fell.
The shaman guards in the front row stood frozen in place, weapons in hand, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
The infantry in the back ranks had already begun to turn and run away.
A level 78 centurion tried to call for reinforcements, raising his sword and opening his mouth to give orders.
But the sound was drowned out by the fleeing crowd before it could travel.
In just two minutes, the 3,500 elite orc troops were reduced to a swarm of headless flies, scattering and fleeing across the wasteland.
The wolf riders broke through the infantry's formation, and the wolf riders themselves collided in the chaos.
The shamans abandoned their totem poles and fled north in desperation. The totem poles were left behind on the battlefield, falling to the ground one by one.
The archers threw away their bows and fled lightly, breaking several bowstrings as they were trampled on the frozen ground.
Colin saw this scene from the city wall.
His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, confirming that the orcs were indeed fleeing and not luring the enemy.
He drew his sword and raised it to the sky, the blade reflecting a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight.
A roar exploded in the cold wind: "Open the city gates—all troops, attack—pursue for thirty miles!"
The city gates of Juxia City suddenly burst open.
The heavy ironwood city gate slowly rose under the action of the winch, revealing the cavalrymen who were fully equipped and ready to go inside the gate.
The garrison cavalry charged out.
Fang Ping rode at the very front, his warhorse's hooves flying, the frozen ground cracking beneath them.
The sword reflected a cold light in the sunlight, and dark bloodstains from the last battle still remained on its blade.
The cavalry flanked the fleeing orc troops.
The blade sliced through the crowd in streaks of white light, and with each swing, an orc infantryman was transformed into a streak of white light.
Fang Ping's horse hooves crushed the bone armor of an orc infantryman, who rolled twice on the ground before turning into a white light.
"Cool!"
Fang Ping roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"Damn it, I get chased and beaten by the orcs every day. Today it's finally my turn to chase them!"
The cavalrymen were in high spirits, and everyone wore an excited smile.
Lin Tian did not participate in the pursuit.
He stood on the wasteland watching the orcish army disappear on the northern horizon, the dust kicked up by their hooves gradually settling.
His mana was already zero, and all his skills were on cooldown, so chasing after him wouldn't be of much help.
A long string of experience calculations popped up on the system panel.
The experience points from the Shaman Elder and the experience pool from the level 85 boss are very generous.
In addition to the experience gained from the 3,500 orcish routs—he received about 30% of the routs killed by the garrison.
In addition, there was the accumulation of previous battles.
The experience bar jumped from just over level 74 to 70% of level 74.
It's still 30% away from level 75.
Level 75 is a watershed moment; once you reach level 75, you can unlock new skill slots and more advanced spells.
The white light on the battlefield was still flashing.
The Orc corpses were respawning faster than they were being killed, and the ground was littered with afterimages of white light.
The ground was littered with dropped equipment, materials, and gold coins.
The garrison's logistics personnel were picking up supplies from behind, each of their backpacks stuffed full, and some were even using sacks seized from the orc camp to carry things.
Qin Zhi walked down from the city wall, crossed the battlefield, and stood in front of Lin Tian.
Her military boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the frozen ground.
Behind her stood the entire garrison of the Great Gorge City, each with a look of relief at surviving a catastrophe.
Some of the guards were still wounded, their bandages soaked with blood, but they were still smiling.
"The shaman elder is dead. The orc army of four thousand has been routed."
Qin Zhi said that her voice was calmer than usual, but there was a hint of a smile that she couldn't suppress at the corner of her mouth.
"We won this battle."
Lin Tian nodded.
He glanced down at the grayed-out taskbar on the system panel—[Battle of Giant Gorge City: Completed.]
The task rewards haven't been settled yet, but they shouldn't be small.
The task rewards haven't been settled yet, but they shouldn't be small.
[System Announcement: The third round of the Interdimensional Battle is about to begin.]
[Remaining opening time: 12 hours]
The world channel then became lively.
"Holy crap, I'm all ready, hurry up and come on!!"
"It's a pity I was eliminated. The rewards for the Multiverse Conquest event were so generous, what a shame!!"
"Damn it, I died in the second round, so I'm not even in the third!!"
"Dude, you're amazing! I got eliminated in the first round ┭┮﹏┭┮"
"Waaaaah, I was eliminated in the first round too!!"
"12 hours until the third round? Perfect, I can take a nap and get to work!"
"Wake up, bro! You only have 12 hours left, hurry up and level up, go farm dungeons and stock up on potions!"
"The announcement wasn't clear, but judging from the behavior of the first two rounds, it's likely to be a chaotic free-for-all."
"A chaotic free-for-all is great! I love taking advantage of the chaos!"
"Touch your head my foot! Last round I was hiding in the bushes and a mage's AOE blast still managed to pull me out."
"You can only blame your bad luck. I survived from start to finish in the last round and managed to make it to the second round."
"Greetings, King Gou; goodbye, King Gou."
"Haha, the third round might be about capturing points."
"That's much more interesting than ARAM. Fighting alone is too reliant on equipment, while capturing points requires more tactics."
"Capture the point mode? Then my healer will finally be useful! I don't have to go up there to die, I can just stand in the back and heal."
"You wish! In capture point mode, healers are the first to be targeted. Everyone knows to kill healers first."
"...Can't you leave me with a little hope?"
"No, reality is harsh. I suggest you bring more survival skills."