Legend of Mir 2: Seeking the Truth in Marfa

The Rift Herald's leaping impact was so powerful that the baby Qiankun Holy Dragon Beast, standing in front of it, was instantly knocked away, completely unable to stop it. Furthermore, the impact was far-reaching, fast, and massive. If it had been any other cultivator, even if they had seen it lower its head to charge, they would have been unable to avoid it. Fortunately, Brooke and Bayin had teleportation rings, allowing them to teleport out of the way every time.

Avoiding the charge effectively nullified the opponent's ultimate, but the Rift Herald's combat effectiveness in the depression remained unchecked. Whenever the two tried to close in for an attack, they were repelled by the giant claws. The pair of massive claws on either side were 40 yards long, and even if extended directly in front of its head, the effective attack range was 16 yards. It could hit Brook Bayin, but Bayin Brook couldn't hit it.

Fly onto the opponent's back. No, those long claws can scratch the back.

Flying behind the opponent. That didn't work either, because the long tail covered with armor swept back and forth, very powerful, with no blind spots in all directions.

The two could only wait for the two-second pause after each collision, taking advantage of which they could unleash their poison, skyfire, bloodlust, and other skills. If their active paralysis skills were ready, they could petrify the opponent, buying them a few seconds of attack time. Then they had to retreat immediately and wait for the next opportunity.

Fortunately, this Rift Herald had a unique temperament. It wasn't stupid, and it understood the importance of its home turf in the depression. But it was also stubborn, constantly charging. As soon as its cooldown expired, it would charge, even if it couldn't hit anyone. Sometimes, it would crash directly into the thick rock wall, making its head dizzy, but this only made it more excited, and it continued to ram without tiring, as if it had a deep obsession with collisions.

So, amidst the Rift Herald's repeated collisions, in this muddy valley, Brookbayin patiently fought with the Rift Herald, slowly consuming the opponent's blood.

An hour later, the Rift Herald had lost 2000 million health points.

Two hours, five hours...12 hours passed, and finally before the sun set, the two of them wore away the last bit of health of the Rift Herald and killed it completely.

No gorgeous equipment dropped, only the strange purple-red eye.

Eye of the Herald: Summons a clone of the Rift Herald, which has half the strength of the original. The clone cannot be controlled and can only move forward, prioritizing attacking buildings. The clone needs the encouragement of its master. If the master is with it, it can last for 12 hours. If the master abandons it, it can only last for 2 hours.

Although the clone's strength was only half that of the original, it was still formidable. Its charge, in particular, would undoubtedly cause significant damage if it crashed into a building. Brooke put away the Vanguard Eye with satisfaction.

Instead of leaving immediately, the two men came to the watering hole. After battling in the depression for a long time, they were covered in mud and water, and needed to be washed. They then found a clean, open area, used their cultivation to dry their clothes, and meditated for a while to rest. Then, they teleported to the lair of the ancient dragon Elder and called it to join them on the Warcraft battlefield.

By the time they arrived at the Warcraft battlefield, it was already 8 p.m. Many cultivators had already retired to their tents in the main city for rest; many others were stationed directly on the front lines, ready to fight monsters all night. Tomorrow was the two-month deadline for teleporting out of the Warcraft battlefield. They hoped to kill a few more monsters before leaving, perhaps even picking up another inner elixir.

After drinking the spring water in the river, Elder went to the top of a mountain where few people went to rest.

Brooke and Bayin arrived at the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion. The guards at the door greeted them respectfully and let them through without any further notice. When they reached the hall, they found the Commander-in-Chief still listening to his men's reports, checking correspondence, and issuing instructions.

Upon seeing Brook and Bayin, the commander immediately dismissed the others and gave priority to meeting the two.

"Your Excellency is really hard-working. You are still busy so late."

"Tens of thousands of independent cultivators have suddenly poured into the Warcraft battlefield. With so many people and so many things to do, it's inevitable that it's a bit busy. Now that the independent cultivators have attacked the monster city, my Dragon Guard has to be busy persuading and suppressing them. It's good to keep the monsters in the city and beat them, but if we really break through the monster city, it is very likely to detonate the beast tide prematurely." said the commander.

"If the beast tide really explodes... there are many monks in the Warcraft battlefield now, so we shouldn't suffer any losses, right?" Bayin thought for a while and asked.

"Don't think like that! In front of a king-level monster, ordinary cultivators are useless no matter how many there are! We must have enough rank 8 masters!" The commander continued:

"There are less than four years left until the beast tide arrives. These four years are precious. In our Divine Dragon Empire, dozens of Rank 7 cultivators are capable of reaching Rank 8, and the existing Rank 8 cultivators are also working hard to overcome the tribulation. If the Dragon Valley opens successfully, we'll be able to drop even more dragon-slaying equipment. In short, if we buy a little more time, our chances of victory in the next Warcraft War will be even greater!"

Brook and Bayin nodded silently. Brook took the opportunity to discuss the progress of the Dragon Valley teleportation array with the commander, and finally said:

"The teleportation array is now being built smoothly and the progress is stable. Bayin and I also want to leave the Warcraft battlefield and go out to do some work. Before leaving, I will take two more array masters to the Dragon Valley. It would be best if we leave before 12 o'clock tonight. Ancient dragons don't like to stay up late."

"Got it. Give me two hours and I'll make arrangements right away. Dragon Valley has five formation masters, which is more than enough. The only thing to worry about is a giant dragon causing trouble. If there's an emergency in Dragon Valley, I'll send someone to notify you immediately, and you must return immediately!"

"Okay. If you can't contact us directly, you can look for us in the Wenren family."

The two said goodbye to the commander and came to the safe zone to store their belongings, clean their backpacks, and consign their equipment.

Brook's consignment from a month ago had sold out, netting him a cool 3.6 million ingots. Now flush with cash, he'd resumed his shopping spree, constantly buying and smelting equipment. Although Brook and Bayin were already level 180, they'd been so focused on acquiring equipment in the past two months in Dragon Nest that they hadn't even leveled up a single level. He'd have to level up when he had some free time.

Suddenly, the area surrounding the Crucible of Heaven and Earth was ablaze with red, green, yellow, and blue light, attracting many monks who were still awake to attack. Everyone whispered that the Dragon Knight Bayinbuluke had returned after disappearing for two months!

After smelting the equipment for two hours, Brooke and Bayin finally stopped. With a whoosh, they vanished in front of the numerous besieging monks.

"Ohhh~ It's a teleportation ring!"

"Very cool!"

"Did you see that? Someone just used telepathy to take a look. Bayin's health is 8! That's double the health of a level 180, peak 6th-turn mage I know!"

"I see. That Brook has more HP, 136,000! More than a 7th rank warrior!"

"Hey, they must be wearing dragon-slaying gear. Maybe even a full set!"

"Full set?! Oh my god, so impressive! You're truly worthy of being a Dragon Knight."

"In the future, I want to be like them, have a magic weapon, slay a dragon, and summon a giant dragon..."

None of these monks coveted the artifact on Bayinbuluke anymore. Some only envied, admired and worshipped him, just like they were facing those 8th-level masters.