After summoning the Wild Spirit, Dezko once again began to call for the arrival of the Wind Spirit!
To his surprise, the wind elementals responded to his summons very quickly, and almost seconds after he launched the summons, they came to him, and these formless, colorless elemental spirits made a whistling sound in his head.
"I am the Spirit of the Winds, Dezko, the Prophet of the Morning Chasers, we are the wind that sweeps across the earth, we are the sky with wings up, we are the air you breathe at any time, we are free, we are omnipresent, petition me!"
"I ask your permission for me to borrow your power to cleanse this land of filth and filth, and restore it to its original prosperity and richness!"
The shaman pleaded again.
This time, he wasn't sure if the wind elementals would agree, as they had always been known for being unpredictable, and few could guess what they really thought.
But apparently, the Wind Spirit agreed to his request, because the next moment, Dezko found himself floating.
As if born out of nothingness, the sky that had been clear just now changed in a blink of an eye, and dark clouds gathered from all directions, and the sky became dark, a typical precursor to a thunderstorm.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, thick as ink, and as the furious thunder rolled by, electric light began to flicker between the dark clouds, and long silver snakes snaked and swam in the clouds, almost tearing the sky apart.
Through the shattered roof that almost left the purlin's skeleton, Dezko watched the lightning flow through the sky like molten metal, one after another, this was the first time he had summoned this spell, unlike the lightning bolt he used to use, this spell controlled the thunder and lightning from nature, and the lightning arrow was actually just the lightning energy emitted from his hand, and it was not the same as the thunder and lightning of nature.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the Minotaur shaman raised his right hand.
As if at his call, a dazzling and fiery lightning light wrapped in a terrifying tearing sound, like a silver snake, snaked down from the sky and swooped into his palm.
Miraculously, the electric light that was supposed to destroy all things, fleeting in a blink of an eye, did not cause any harm to the Minotaur shaman, nor did it disappear quickly, but was bound in his hands, the frenzied electric light was like a long whip with life, struggling, flickering, trembling, anyone could feel the destructive power contained in this whip of thunder and lightning.
The spirit of the wind elemental has bestowed upon the minotaur shaman his most powerful weapon!
Dezko was in excruciating pain right now, and he used all his strength to try to control the huge energy.
Storm Whip, that's the true name of this shamanic spell, but only the true Great Shamans, legendary shamans like Thrall and Nobordon, can fully control it, but for Dezko, controlling this power is a bit more than he can do.
His whole body was burning like fire and numb like ice, and every cell of his was howling in pain, pain, pain, numbness, itching, soreness, swelling, all kinds of sensations came in turn, it was like being in hell.
Because he couldn't withstand the powerful power of thunder, the capillaries on his hands and face had burst, and blood oozed from his skin, but it was already scorched by the scorching lightning before it could flow.
"Follow me!"
With great perseverance and courage, Dezko tightened his grip on the lightning whip and shouted loudly, his voice rumbling like thunder.
The swirling wind swirled around him and drifted out of the hall, then whipped down the whip of thunder and lightning that was constantly beeping.
With just one whip - from top to bottom, the simplest swing, the electric whip in his hand swelled violently, like a tumbling python roaring and pounced forward, and the purple electric light turned over the river and the sea, stirring up wind and waves.
Countless arcs of lightning spread out from the electric whip like branches, instantly turning the undead scourge into ashes.
The sound of huge thunder was like an explosion in the ears, and no matter how fierce and fearful of death, no matter how ferocious and violent the undead natural disasters were, they all felt fear in front of the mighty power of heaven and earth.
The undead scourge that had been pouring out of the hall like a tidal wave was completely torn apart by this whip.
With the Minotaur shaman as the person, a dark red ravine was split within a distance of twenty yards, and the violent thunder not only split the undead who stood in front of them, but even the ground had been melted by the electric plasma, and the hot lava glowed red and flowed slowly in the ravine.
The thunderbolt that was originally held in the shaman's hand had disappeared at this moment, and the undead who had been frightened were a little ready to move, but the minotaur only beckoned lightly, and another lightning bolt fell from the sky and rushed into his hand.
Maybe it was because he had adapted to the power of lightning, or maybe his body was numb, but this time he didn't feel more pain.
"Head north!
Head north!
Go and join the main forces!
With the crackling of the electric whip, Dezko heard Diego shout.
He turned and drifted towards the north, he had almost lost all sensations, and was now completely in control of his body with a strong will.
Even the most ferocious undead scourge didn't dare to stop him any longer, they didn't even dare to look directly into his glowing electric eyes, and they flinched in front of the minotaur shaman who was like the god of thunder!
Carrying the corpses of their fallen teammates and supporting the wounded, Diego and his party staggered north through the passage made by the undead scourge after them.
Almost all of them were wounded, and the smell of blood flowing from the wounds was almost an irresistible temptation for these undead disasters, and some of the undead soldiers could not help themselves to move forward, and tentatively stretched out their claws.
But the Minotaur shaman turned around and whipped down without hesitation.
There was another loud bang, and the electric whip whistled down against the human column, opening a ravine again.
The undead scourge was all vaporized into ashes, and the passage was nearly doubled.
The minotaur snorted, summoned a bolt of thunder from the sky and held it in his hand again, then turned his head and continued to drift north.
In the face of this mighty power, the undead scourge was completely suppressed, anger turned to fear, mania turned to cringe, they suppressed the hunger and thirst in their hearts, grinding their teeth and sucking their claws, but they did not dare to take a step forward, the original purpose of avenging the lich Araki had long been forgotten by them.
Looking at the minotaur shaman who calmly floated in the sea of the undead, no one dared to probe their paws again, and just watched as the scarred human beings left the square and entered the northern block.
Originally, this was the place where the competition between humans and the undead was fiercest, and it was also the main battlefield of this battle, but with the death of the Lich Araki, the undead Scourge guarding here has long lost its fighting spirit, and many people have fled, and those who did not leave no longer make any decent resistance, and only sporadic battles continue in the neighborhood.
They hadn't gone far north along the broken streets when they saw a group of knights galloping south, led by Tirio?
Fordin, his face was full of panic, the spurs on his boots were dripping with blood, and the whip in his hand was waved frequently, almost pulling out the phantom.
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The moment he saw them, Dezko, who was relieved, rolled his eyes and fainted.
The lightning whip in his hand made a soft "pop" and dissipated into the air, leaving only the smell of ozone, and the wind that had been swirling around him dissipated.
The minotaur who had lost his support fell backwards and fell to the ground, but countless hands held his body.
"Dezko!"
The crowd burst into a burst of panicked shouts.