Immediately afterwards, the dense 4050s were refreshed continuously.

"Severely injured, why is no one seriously injured!" the purple-robed mage roared.

"Michael, their debuff cannot be judged to be successful." Remiel reminded him in a low voice beside him.

At this time, the purple-robed mage named Michael had regained his composure. Looking at Sherlock, whose blood volume had increased to 80% instead of decreasing in just a few seconds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in his heart.

Once he and Remiel's weak armor-piercing buff disappears, it will not be that easy to overwhelm the opponent's health line to this point with their remaining manpower.

4050!

4050!

The recovery effect of Deathwing in dragon form changes according to the number of enemies around it. The more health it absorbs, the more recovery it will have.

This skill with both area damage and super recovery is his last trump card.

Five seconds later, Deathwing ends and Sherlock's health is full.

He withstood the attacks of the three fallen angels, first swatting the paladins to death, and then sprayed a breath of dragon breath into the crowd again.

Without the paladin's resistance, patches of white light continued to flicker wherever the dragon's breath passed.

After a few times, only the three fallen angels, the druid transformed from the stone giant, and the necromancy spell that summoned zombies that had been encountered before were left on the field.

"Michael, let's go!" Lemuel sighed and persuaded.

"Michael, forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Azazel looked at Sherlock who was fighting more and more fiercely, but he didn't want to fight anymore.

Michael already wanted to quit at this time, but as the president of Hand of God, he really didn't want to run away in such a hurry.

More than 400 guild elites, 63 second-level professions, and their top ten mages, against a professional player, were completely killed by the opponent.

If this matter spreads, their reputation of God's Hand will definitely be severely damaged, and he himself will not be able to explain it to the board of directors.

"Let's go, if we also die here, there will really be no room for salvation, and the things in your hands..."

After hearing Remiel's reminder, Michael finally realized something more important.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated and escaped in different directions with the remaining four people.

Dragon Blade!

-6005

As soon as Sherlock grabbed it and swung it out, the druid who was running the slowest was beaten to death on the ground.

As for the rest of them, they had already run away, and he didn't want to pursue them any further.

Although the battle only lasted five minutes, the transformation of the dragon was too costly. The magic power and physical strength in his body were almost exhausted, and he could no longer withstand a long-distance pursuit.

Druid of the Forgotten Realms
Chapter completed!