Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 420: Dragon Slaying Plan ABC
It only takes an intelligence of 8 to learn it. Murphy was a little surprised. The IQ requirement for this evil magic is so low.
But if you think about it, even low-level demons like the Imps can use a few spells, it is not difficult to understand.
After all, according to the introduction in the skill book, this is just an elementary textbook, and there should be more advanced versions later.
He knows Demonic Language. The residual spirit of Sargeras has been nagging in his ears all day long, so it would be hard not to learn it.
Although he felt that the basic fel spells were useless, Murphy still opened it and started to learn since it was always good to have more skills.
The Fel Grimoire turned into a golden light and sank into the body.
【System prompt: You have read the Fel Grimoire and learned the Fel spells - [Fel Touch], [Fel Missile], [Fel Fire Devourer].
Murphy opened the skill bar and checked the three spells.
[Touch of Fel Energy: Inject fel energy into the enemy and detonate it, causing 155 points of chaos damage and creating a soul burn effect, interrupting the target's current spell.
Requirements for use: Close contact, 3 points of fel energy. 】
[Fel Energy Missile: Condenses the power of fel energy into missiles to attack the enemy, causing 50 points of chaos damage to the target. After hitting the target, it will produce a small-range explosion damage, causing 5 points of splash damage.
Required to use: 1 point of fel energy. 】
[Evil Fire Erosion: Summons fel flames to burn the enemy's body, causing 15 points of chaos damage every five seconds, lasting for 30 seconds.
Required to use: 2 points of fel energy. 】
As expected, they were all just the lowest level fel magic, a fireball, a DOT, and a close range burst/interruption, the damage was all very touching.
The interruption effect of Touch of Fel is even more hilarious. Now that you're close to me, I might as well chop you down with my greatsword. Even if your head falls off, the spell can still be interrupted.
These three spells are really useless. Ordinary wizards cannot use them. They require fel power to use. If Murphy wants to use them, he can only borrow the fel power in the Ring of Domination.
Murphy threw a fel missile at a crocodile in a distant pond and was speechless when he saw the dozens of points of damage.
All I can say is that something is better than nothing.
Now that they had found Ankara's location, everyone returned to the camp.
No words were spoken that night.
In the early morning, before the dawn sun shone on the Angolo Jungle, Murphy slowly opened his eyes.
He did not sleep that night, but just closed his eyes to rest. As a dragon eater, he could stay awake for days and nights like a dragon. In such a dangerous environment, he must be vigilant.
In order to ensure his own safety and to keep an eye on the troops he brought with him, he simply did not sleep all night.
While the others were not online yet, Murphy decided to go and scout alone. With his speed, he could avoid danger in advance even if he encountered any.
Murphy did not transform into a dragon as that would have made too much noise. Instead, he found a Dragon Rider to be his driver. He sat on the back seat of the Storm Dragon and flew directly to the northeast.
Flying over the vast jungle, over the swamps and lakes, and over the huge volcano in the jungle, after flying for more than ten minutes, a huge rift valley appeared in sight.
The area surrounding the rift is also covered with dense jungle vegetation, which is almost blending into one with the lush greenery. However, the surface at the entrance of the rift is unusually flat, with broken trees and plants everywhere. A huge ramp that is hundreds of meters wide leads to the depths of the rift.
The ramp was obviously created by some giant creature crawling along.
There is no need to guess that it must be the traces left by Ankara's entry and exit.
It is convenient to find.
I think with the strength of the ancient dragon, it will probably not try to hide its whereabouts.
Murphy didn't dare to get too close. He landed the Dragon Patrolman from a distance and asked his men to hide. He then carefully moved towards the direction of the rift.
Passing through a jungle, the sun finally rose at dawn, shining through the woods, forming tiny beams of light. The morning mist made the jungle seem to have a bit more magical atmosphere, quiet and full of fantasy.
Murphy liked this feeling. He jumped lightly on the dry ground, as if he was taking a walk instead of searching for the traces of a terrible monster.
Suddenly, the view in front of me became clear and a pond appeared in front of me.
Murphy stopped suddenly. He saw a Devil Tyrannosaurus standing by the pond, drinking water with its head lowered. As if it sensed something, the Devil Tyrannosaurus raised its head suddenly and looked at Murphy.
Murphy looked calmly at the giant beast in front of him. The Devil's Rex was very similar to the Tyrannosaurus Rex. The biggest difference was the huge keratinous spikes growing on its back. The rest were almost exactly the same.
A man and a dragon looked at each other. There was a huge difference in size between the two, but in terms of momentum, Murphy did not feel weak at all. The Devil Tyrannosaurus seemed to sense something, blinked in confusion, slowly turned its head, and backed away.
"Oh, you're quite sensible." Murphy said to himself.
Suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened.
The next second, a violent gust of wind blew down like an overwhelming force, making the branches and leaves of the trees rustle.
call!
Before the Devil Tyrannosaurus could dodge, it was bitten and flew into the sky.
Murphy was startled.
Look up at the sky.
A huge monster was slowly flying across the sky.
Oh my god, what the hell is that!
Of course he recognized that thing. It was a dragon. Needless to say, it was Ankarad, the one he was looking for this time. The wingspan of the giant dragon in front of him was probably more than 200 meters, and its size was even comparable to Deathwing.
'Devourer' Ankarad (Proto-Dragon King). Level 90, World Class 4. HP 1459182.
The Proto-dragon King? This guy didn't evolve at all and kept the form of the Proto-dragon! Murphy was shocked.
Looking at the giant dragon disappearing into the sky in the distance, Murphy remained silent.
I really can't understand it.
The Proto-Dragon does not have any dragon powers. It is obvious that it only needs to absorb some kind of energy to master a whole new skill system. However, it has not completed its evolution for tens of thousands of years. It is really stubborn.
Moreover, with a health point of 1.5 million, this health point and size are almost on the same level as Deathwing. How to deal with this thing?
The key is that its size is too big. If a fight breaks out, an ordinary person can be killed in seconds with just one dragon claw attack.
Murphy secretly thought that if he went up to fight, the result would not be optimistic.
Even though the dragon has a wingspan of more than 200 meters and his wingspan is only 60 to 70 meters, which seems to be only two or three times different, the difference in volume is dozens of times. The two are completely not in the same league. This is even more despairing than dealing with Polyleus.
Don't worry, our lineup is so strong, with so many heroes and super soldiers, we can defeat them no matter how fierce the enemy is. Besides, this is a game, as long as the health bar remains, we can kill them.
Murphy comforted himself.
But how to kill?
No! Murphy's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of something.
Borelius is a world-class third-level BOSS, also level 90, with only 340,000 health points.
This guy is only one level higher, but his health is so different? It's unscientific.
Maybe health points are Ankarad’s dragon power?
Since Ankara's exclusive title is 'Devourer', its 'Devour' skill must be quite special, and it may have some special effects, such as being able to devour hero units or something.
Also, most bosses' health points are integers, but its health points are both zero and integer, which is very unusual. Perhaps "devouring" can increase its health limit and size?
Murphy guessed that this should be some kind of growth-type BOSS talent.
Yes, that must be the case. It is the result of tens of thousands of years of continuous devouring and accumulation that has resulted in such a terrifying amount of blood. Otherwise, it cannot be explained at all.
If this is the case, then its other aspects must be relatively weaker.
The Proto-Dragon itself did not have control over the power of the elements. Ankara gave up the power of the elements and chose to advance on the path of physical strengthening, which is why it has its current size.
This guess makes sense. From this perspective, at least we don't have to worry about it having any other special skills.
Murphy took stock of the troops he brought this time.
100 Dragon Hunting Riflemen, 100 Phantom Archers, 100 Centaur Archers, and 100 Centaur Wind Knights.
There are more than 200 Hippogriff Knights left. Many Harpies died when they fought the Zerg before, so there are only more than 100 left, plus nearly 300 Dragon Riders.
More than a thousand elite troops.
If the ground troops alone exert their full strength, they can deal 30,000 to 40,000 damage in one round, which means that it can be killed after 30 rounds of attack.
This does not include the output of air units and several heroes.
As long as you can hold the hatred and everyone works hard, it won't take long to get more than one million health points.
Thinking of this, Murphy's mentality recovered to some extent.
He turned around and went back to the place where the Dragon Patrol had been hiding before, called his younger brothers and returned to the camp again.
It took more than an hour to go back and forth, and when I got back, the others were already online.
Emperor Shenwu (King of Centaurs): "Brother Aidan, where did you go just now?" asked Emperor Shenwu.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "I went to investigate the situation of the boss."
"What's the result?"
"The good news is that Ankarad doesn't have any monster servants around him. He's just a dragon. And he's actually a proto-dragon. Theoretically, he doesn't have any dragon abilities. He's a pure melee boss."
"So what's the bad news?"
"How do you know there's bad news?"
"Haha, come on, this kind of opening will always be followed by bad news."
Murphy smiled, "Haha, well, the bad news is, this dragon has a wingspan of over 200 meters and close to 1.5 million HP."
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent instantly.
Cute Big Tits (Holy Priest): "How much blood?"
Morgan Lisa (Arcanist): "How-how big?"
Hemet Nesingwary (Beastmaster Stalker): "Odin's beard. What the hell is that?"
No wonder everyone was shocked. What does two hundred meters mean? A modern large aircraft carrier is only about three hundred meters long.
The wingspan is more than 200 meters, which is equivalent to the volume of half an aircraft carrier.
Murphy said confidently, "Don't worry, I'm here. It doesn't matter if it's only 200 meters. We can still defeat him. Come, let me arrange the tactics first."
Everyone gathered around.
Watching Murphy drawing a schematic on the ground.
The tactics Murphy arranged were simple.
All the troops were deployed on both sides of the exit of the Great Rift. Murphy transformed into the Storm Dragon King to challenge Ankara, and then lured it into the ambush circle. Then all the ranged units opened fire at the same time. Murphy, as the main tank, tried his best to attract the hatred of the BOSS, the cute big breasts were responsible for adding blood, and the rest of the people just had to give full play to the output.
This plan is not ingenious, but with such a luxurious lineup, the chances of success are still very high.
However, Emperor Shenwu looked hesitant.
"If everything goes well, the battle may be over in just a few minutes. What's the problem?"
Emperor Shenwu shook his head. "Based on my experience, this kind of thing will never go smoothly. There will definitely be problems."
"We can't do anything about this. This is the first time we've faced this guy. We can only improvise when the time comes."
"We can't be so casual. I think we can make a backup plan, and then make a backup plan for the backup plan to ensure that there are no mistakes."
Hemet had a different opinion.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble. We dwarves are experts in hunting dragons. We have a very simple way to deal with these monsters."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"First, find a sheep and fill its stomach with explosives. When the dragon comes out, lure the dragon to the sheep's vicinity. When the dragon eats the suicide sheep, snap!"
Hemet made an explosion gesture.
Several people found it unbelievable.
"How is that possible?"
"Ha, we have succeeded in this several times. If the bomb doesn't kill it, just shoot it twice more and it will definitely work."
Morgan Lisa questioned, "But how do you stuff explosives into a sheep's stomach?"
"This is easy, use this!"
As Hemit said this, he took out a sheep from his backpack. The sheep looked stupid and silly. He put it on the ground and it started spinning in circles.
Murphy took a look and saw that the thing actually had a portrait and a health bar on its head.
Strange Sheep (Hermit's Pet): Level 1, HP 100 points.
"This is?"
"The cutting-edge crystallization of dwarf technology, a mechanically driven bionic sheep, loaded with 50 pounds of high explosives, enough to blow a grown dragon into the sky."
Looking at the lifelike self-destructing sheep in front of him, Murphy thought that maybe it could really work. Since Ankara was called the Devourer, he obviously liked eating and liked using the skill "devour".
If you really eat this thing and it explodes, it would be a fatal blow, right?
Maybe it can be a fatal blow, or at least cause serious injury.
This would undoubtedly make the battle a lot easier.
But sheep definitely won’t work. For a big creature like Ankara, they are not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth. We need a Devil Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"By the way, Hemet, can you make a self-destructing Devilsaur?"
Hemet Nesingwary (Beastmaster Hunter): "No problem. I'm also very knowledgeable about engineering, and I have enough parts in my backpack. As long as you can get me a dozen Devilsaur skins, I can make you a mechanical Devilsaur that can move and walk."
Two hours later - the entrance to the Great Rift Valley.
All troops have been deployed and the heroes hold their final combat meeting.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "Okay, everyone, follow the plan we arranged before. If it fails, we will start Plan B. If it fails again, we will start Plan C."
"What if Plan C also fails?" Meng Meng Big Boobs said very inappropriately.
"Then let's run away. We have the air force anyway. At worst, we can just abandon the whole army."
Mo Fei thought to himself that since I brought the air force with me anyway, I wouldn’t be afraid if all these 400 super soldiers died.
"Hemet—do it."
Hermit nodded, pushed out the newly assembled mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex, started the clockwork, and the engineering creation made of metal, wood, explosives, and twelve pieces of Tyrannosaurus Rex leather took a staggering step towards the entrance of the Great Rift Valley.
Seeing it staggering as it walked, Murphy was really afraid that it would suddenly fall down.
Fortunately, Hemit's engineering skills were pretty good, and he finally reached the entrance of the Great Rift Valley, and then let out a provocative roar towards the depths of the Great Rift Valley.
roar!
You know what, the sound is quite similar.
The provocation was immediately responded to. A deafening dragon roar was heard in the Great Rift Valley. The violent sound waves created a strong wind, and the grass and trees were flying. The Devil Tyrannosaurus Rex swayed twice under the bombardment of the sound waves and fell to the ground with a bang.
Murphy's heart suddenly sank. He looked at Hemit. Hemit scratched his head and gave an extremely awkward smile.
The next second, the earth trembled, boom-boom-boom-a huge black shadow slowly walked out from the depths of the rift.
