All-Professional Master of Darkness

Lan Wu was also completely unrestrained.

With a few clicks of his fingers, the six intact small amulets swirling around him disappeared straight into the legendary sword. He hated Tyrael so much. If it weren't for this birdman, how could he be forced to go to the River of Fire to find the Hell Furnace. If he didn't go to the Hell Furnace, how could he be separated from Rhodament and the others.

What's more important is that he actually dares to threaten his plan to poach people.

Lan Wu considers himself not a good-tempered person. It's okay to deal with Rogge's camp. I can handle it by myself. It's easier to deal with yourself. If you can fight, fight. If you can't fight, just dodge. But if he threatens a future heir to the title and is the target of his deliberate poaching, then he has no choice but to fight to the death.

What matters today? Talent.

Will was such a talent in his mind. Apart from anything else, just because this honest kid can be taken by Rasuk for more than ten years, and just because this honest kid figured out the attribute of self-recovery alone, he must go to Rogge Camp.

Low level and no strength?

What does that matter? The revitalizing city of Tristram is no joke. It can be called the safest shelter in the world. With Vergil the Crusader, the occasional skeleton wandering out of the catacombs is no big deal. To put it another way, even if the devil breaks into Tristram, there will still be Claudia who has been engraved with the talisman and has officially awakened. Guarded by two strong men who couldn't be explained by this world's power system, I'm afraid Diavolo would have hated himself on the spot.

Six small amulets, a total of forty-level skill upgrades.

Lan Wu immediately grasped the legendary sword with both hands and launched a leaping attack. He leaped high in the air and struck down with the sword on the head while Tyrell was unable to resist the desperate attack by Guerrera and others.

Guerrera and other barbarians are so experienced. The moment Lan Wu took action, they instantly completed a tacit cooperation and consciously controlled a little bit of the rhythm. When Lanwu struck with his sword, Tyrell happened to be dodging Hurtado's sweeping blow.

The old strength has gone, but the new strength has not yet arisen.

Even though Tyrael was still powerful, he couldn't avoid this well-timed blow. A cold light appeared in the sky, and the sharp blade of the legendary sword cut into butter like a hot knife, splitting Tyrael in half like a bamboo.

The damage of the forty-level jump attack is much higher than that of Hurtado and others. Tyrell's face immediately turned pale, his body swayed slightly, and all the holy light that had just recovered was instantly returned to his body.

"Well done." Hurtado is a complete fighting madman. As soon as he saw Lan Wu's sneak attack, he suddenly became excited. Regardless of Lan Wu's passing under Tyrell's feet, he immediately jumped up and launched a whirlwind in mid-air.

"Fuck you." Lan Wu hadn't yet digested the joy of hitting the archangel Tyrell with his own hands. When he saw Hurtado pounce on Tyrell like a top with the help of his jumping power, he was immediately startled and hurriedly moved like lightning. Put on the giant battle staff and teleport people in mid-air.

The cold light flashed, and the fatal sword blade instantly cut Lan Wu's figure that had not completely disappeared into pieces. As soon as Lan Wu's afterimage was swallowed up, the deadly blade storm was still rolling towards Tyrell.

"Death." Tyrell, who had been silent since just now, seemed to be angered by this series of attacks, and said a word in a hollow voice. Just as he exited, he suddenly turned 360 degrees, and his right leg was like an iron whip in mid-air, slamming it into the sharply spiraling blade storm.

There was a dull thud. Tyrell's whip hit Hurtado firmly on the head, knocking him down immediately. Before he could hit the ground, Hurtado spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale, like a dead man.

After a while, there was another muffled sound, and Ultado was smashed into the hard frozen soil until he was up to his waist. A shiny bald head drooped feebly, not knowing whether it was life or death.

This time Guerrera did not come to the rescue. Being experienced, he analyzed the situation the moment Tyrell hit Hurtado. Hurtado will definitely faint if he eats this whip kick. He also wanted to use the whirlwind to rescue Hurtado, which would probably cause him to die earlier.

"Cover me." Guerrera rushed over, quickly grabbed a bottle of comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion, forcefully opened Hurtado's locked teeth and poured it in. This is the key to his experience. He is no stranger to Hurtado's strength. In order to have a better understanding, he had already conducted various researches. Tyrell's whip kick is very powerful, and the target is also a vital part. However, with the barbarian's strong physique, it is difficult to kill him instantly. After all, a series of previous attacks had greatly weakened Tyrell's strength.

As long as there is one breath left, it will be easy.

The comprehensive rejuvenation potion is truly a god-level potion. As soon as he drank it, Hurtado suddenly screamed, and then he lay on the cold frozen soil and gasped for air. Life, mana, and endurance have all returned to their peak, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. Tyrael's whip almost broke all the bones in his body. The medicine could save his life, but it had little effect on this kind of internal injury. He had no choice but to quit this battle.

At this time, Tyrell could no longer care about last hits. Under the leadership of Lan Wu, Uta and other barbarians clung to him like brown candy. He didn't take the attacks from Uta and others seriously, but he was very afraid of Lan Wu's offensive. Sometimes he is even willing to take a few more blows rather than take one blow from Lan Wu.

"Be patient." Guerrera said with experience. Just by hearing the movement above his head, he knew that his teammates had completed the cover task. He immediately picked up Hurtado and pulled him out of the frozen soil like a carrot.

After a few leaps, Guerrera saw Hurtado sent back to the top of the hill, hurriedly gave Will a few words and then returned to the battlefield. This time he didn't even look at Tyrell. Almost five minutes have passed since just now. If this time is used properly, Siseldin and other survivors have recovered some combat power. If these troubles are not eradicated as soon as possible, I am afraid this battle will become more difficult.

"Guerrela, if you don't die this time, I will cut off your head with my own hands." Siseldin looked pale and jumped up and down in anger. He wasn't a waste either, he could see through Guerrera's intention at a glance. But he has a lot of good things, but he doesn't have a killer weapon like a comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion. It was true that he had taken two bottles of rejuvenation potion, but his internal injuries were still really there. That was all caused by the guy rushing over in front of me. It is no joke to resist a barbarian with a set of skills whose equipment is stronger than his own at a certain level.

Guerrera has long ignored this kind of trash talk. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the other survivors rushing to rescue him. He immediately jumped and attacked, appearing above Siseldin's head in an instant.

"Go to hell, you half-breed bastard."