"Flame Cloud!" Rebecca didn't have a good idea in the face of the power of the blood cloud, she summoned a fire cloud composed of fire elements outside of Coughlon's holy light shield, and held the blood cloud like a big hand, trying to reduce the pressure on Coughren.

Although the blood cloud contains the law of devouring, the time it takes the earl to obtain this law is too short to fully use it like a finger, so the blood cloud is a little indigestion for the purest fire element.

The Earl manipulated the blood cloud to devour only a little fire element, and immediately found that it would take a huge amount of energy to devour the fire element, and the blood essence invested in the magic field was not enough to complete such a heavy task, so he had to give up this tempting idea.

When the blood cloud was raging, the most helpless were the three melee warriors Hayata, Zambit and Barnett, who were unable to provide any help in the face of the attack of the blood magic, and instead became a drag on the entire defense system.

Among the three, Haya Tower is a sanctuary, and he can use some of the power of rules, although the rules he has mastered are basically defenseless in the face of magical attacks, he can at least use the power of these rules to attack the zombie hordes outside the magic realm. Hayata, who didn't want to be dragged down by everyone, wielded a giant axe and slashed the axe shadows towards the zombie group, cutting many zombies into two pieces.

The old dwarf on the other side turned the Divine Dragon Flame into a fiery serpent, entrenched in the flame cloud, and from time to time stretched out from the flame cloud into the blood cloud, like a long tongue, swept a blood cloud into it, and slowly refined it. Although the sacred attribute of the Divine Dragon Flame happens to be the nemesis of the Blood Cloud, the Divine Dragon Flame mastered by Barnett is so insignificant compared to the huge base of the Blood Cloud, every time the Blood Cloud refined by the Divine Dragon Flame will be replenished again in a moment, while the Divine Dragon Flame is rapidly depleting, and it will not take long to be exhausted.

Although the poor troll warrior's spear also contained the divine dragon flame, he couldn't command it at all, so he could only watch anxiously as the other companions showed their ability to deal with the blood cloud. For the arrogant Zambit, this act of watching from the sidelines seriously stimulated his self-esteem.

"I can't imagine that the great troll warriors will be reduced to the protection of others one day. Alfie came to Zambit at some point and whispered sarcastically.

"Aren't you the same?" said Zambit at once like a fried cat.

"But I'm just a bard, and you're a great warrior. Alfie, who was ridiculed by Zambit to this extent, didn't care at all, and easily left the Troll Warrior speechless.

"Shet, believe it or not, I'll let you know right now that there are people you can't laugh at!" Words are no opponent, and Zambit immediately thought of the threat of force.

"Believe, of course, but then you'll lose a chance to save the crowd and become the savior!" Alfie looked at Zambit with a smile in his eyes, he knew better than anyone where the troll warrior's knot was.

"Cut~ as if you know how to deal with this difficult blood cloud. Zambit's mouth was almost up to the sky, but the flash of fire in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

"Don't believe it, pull it down! Anyway, there are so many candidates here, and you don't have to do it. I don't think Barnett is bad, his divine dragon flame and my plan are a match made in heaven. After catching Zambit's eyes, Alfie made a gesture to walk in Barnett's direction.

"Wait. If your plan is really feasible, I don't mind helping you a little. Zambit grabbed Alfi.

"Forget it, it's too reluctant. I think it's better for you to be an honest spectator. This kind of small scene is not the time for the great troll warriors to come out. Alfie didn't even look at Zambit, trying to break free from his "clutches".

"Don't~ Count me wrong, okay?" Seeing that it was hard to do, Zambit immediately coaxed. Just as Alfie knew Zambit, Zambit also knew exactly how to make Alfie change his mind.

"Then—I'll give you a chance!" Alfie said in a deliberately long voice, beckoning to Zambit, motioning for him to lean over.

"Are you sure this plan is feasible?" said Zambit's face as he listened to Alfie's plan.

"If it had been before, I probably wouldn't have been sure. But after your spear has been tempered by the Divine Dragon Flame, it should be able to withstand it. Alfie's eyes fiery glanced at the occasional spark of divine dragon flame from the spear. This kind of flame with both dragon power and divine aura is really enviable.

"In case of failure......" Zambit was still a little hesitant, although there was nothing special about this spear, it was also a treasure passed down from generation to generation of the troll clan.

"If it fails, it will only suffer a little damage at most, and with Barnett, the master blacksmith, it will be a matter of minutes to repair it! If you succeed, you will become a hero who saves everyone, and considering their adoring and grateful eyes for you, isn't it worth the gamble?" Alfie spared no effort to bewitch.

"Done!" Zambit said viciously. He imagined the wonderful picture that Alfie had described, and his heart pounded at once. Not to mention anything else, the adoring gazes of a few beauties alone were enough to prompt him to make this decision - uh, except maybe Lennie~

"Great! I didn't see anyone wrong!" Alfie patted Zambit on the shoulder appreciatively.

"What the hell are those two guys doing?" The Earl, who was hiding behind the zombie horde, glanced at the two of them suspiciously, and from the expressions of the two conspirators, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

Alert, the Count couldn't help but pay some of his attention to the two of them, and the next scene almost made his eyeballs almost fall out.

Zambit took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, and began to swing his spear and shake his head in an eerie dance of exaggerated movements, which the Count vaguely remembered as a sacrificial dance performed by an alien shaman in prayer to the gods.

'Has that fellow changed jobs?, or was he a shaman in the first place?' the Count wondered. Even among other races, it takes great talent and mental strength to become a shaman who is proficient in witchcraft and can communicate directly with the gods, and the Troll Warrior is a far cry from these two prerequisites in that sense.

'Maybe it's just a trick?' guessed the Earl. In fact, since the Great War of the Races, the shaman profession has almost disappeared, and compared to the powerful shamans who often borrowed divine power to enhance the combat ability of their troops during the Great War of the Races, even the Boar Man Shaman Thornes was only a beginner in the eyes of the Earl.