Anomaly Of Warcraft

Only another monster can fight a monster.

Carlos had no results, and keenly realized that the wings of the Dreadlord were not as simple as decorations.

A knife that should have opened his stomach, cut a lonely, chopped loneliness, and had a close contact with the ground with sparks and lightning.

The old combat experience cannot be brought into the ditch. The opponent is not a human, but a demon, a demon among demons, a dreadlord, a diehard dreadlord, and a miscarried Varimathras.

It should not be the dreadlord, it should be an abyss lord.

Seeing Varimathras's mouth with a mocking smile, Carlos knew that this guy didn't take himself seriously. Perhaps in front of these Burning Legion bosses, apart from demigods and night elves, other creatures are no different from pigs and dogs.

Varimathras had never considered threats and temptations. It just wanted to occupy my body, control my mind, and then disrupt the entire world.

This big bat has absolute confidence in his own force.

Where is your confidence in TMD!

Carlos supplemented the overall plot flow from a smiling brain of Varimathras, and then irritated himself.

Is it great to have wings? I can do 3D mobile combat too!

When the Wings of Light opened again, Carlos was already too lazy to conceal his true strength under his anger, suddenly speeding up, Varimathras caught off guard, was kicked by Carlos on his chest, and flew out.

The bat wings of the Dreadlord kept fanning, still unable to balance the body, and did not stop until the back was fitted with a rock wall.

But this kind of impact was not even enough to bring skin trauma to Varimathras. In less than a second, the dizziness faded. Varimathras's instinctive hand-held chest protector blocked the card by relying on excellent combat consciousness. Luos volleyed and slashed evil spirits.

Even with the armband blocking, the sharp holy light still pierced the dreadlord's body.

Ah~~~~~~~~sizzle~~~~ a touch of chicken~~~~~

Varimathras also ignited the desire to fight, with a strange light shining in his eyes, his mind control firepower was fully on, and at the same time, the fearful aura was the most powerful, ready to suppress Carlos with all his strength.

But Carlos is not an ordinary native of Azeroth. He has taken precautions against the skills that the Dreadlord should know whether the ghosts will know whether or not. Just when Varimathras is preparing to control himself, 24K Saint Krypton Golden Dog's eyes began to flicker at the same time.

"Ah, my eyes!"

Varimathras was caught off guard and was briefly blinded.

Seizing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Carlos finally had time to fully accumulate his power. The great sword that was dragged behind erupted with a mournful cry. The great sword forged from light cast iron could not withstand the excessive amount of holy light, and fragmented cracks appeared.

With the help of ghosts and gods, Carlos finally understood why the name of the move was called out loudly when the move was enlarged in the novel.

Because it's handsome!

"Starburst~~~ Discard Therapy!"

As the big arm drives the forearm, the wrist controls the hilt, and the fragments of the blade shattered into thousands of pieces hit Varimathras embedded in the wall like a meteor shower.

The mutual annihilation of the holy light and the evil energy has brought great damage and pain to the Dreadlord, and another Dreadlord can already kneel. But what a demon Varimathras is, a fierce man with a surging strength and tremor, he said that in the holy light, this pain is nothing.

Taking advantage of the interval between Carlos’s breathing, Varimathras made a scream, and the ultrasonic wave hurt Carlos’ balance. Carlos, who was kneeling on one knee, watched the Dreadlord draw strength from the pile of corpses to heal his wounds. Powerless.

To be careless, why did I forget the ultrasound trick when playing with the bat.

"Human, you are very strong, join the legion. The wider world is waiting for you to conquer. Don't raise a mortal body and delay your progress. Don't let the pedantic holy light cover your eyes. Embrace the night, you will Finding the light is so ridiculous and sad."

Varimathras finished his blood recovery and began a long talk, hoping to charm Carlos with words.

"This dreadlord can't do it."

"what?"

Varimathras heard what Carlos was saying, but didn't understand what it meant.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

Carlos slapped his mouth again and again, calming down the nerve attack caused by the ultrasonic scream of Varimathras.

"Very beautiful verse, you are not only a powerful warrior, but also an excellent poet."

Varimathras praised sincerely, and flicked his wings little by little to approach Carlos who was kneeling on the ground.

"There is another sentence you may not have heard."

Carlos tilted his head and made an uncomfortable expression.

"Oh, I would like to hear the details."

"Only death can make you understand the true meaning of life."

"Very..."

Before Varimathras had time to finish, the Great Fireball broke through the wall after the three inflamed explosions, stuck on its back and wings, and the Dreadlord staggered and fell into the pile of corpses.

"Oops, fear barrier..."

Varimathras suddenly understood why Carlos's powerful blow just now made the thunder and rain a bit smaller.

That human being didn't want to kill himself at all, he was trying to break his carefully arranged fear barrier.

Obviously, he succeeded and his helper arrived.

Although Varimathras is an outlier among the dreadlords, the skills that the dreadlords should know will always be.

The sound of piercing, piercing, piercing came from the bottom of the pile of corpses. A blood-red hellfire stretched out his palm, clinging to the edge of the pit wall, trying to climb up, and Varimathras disappeared into the shadows with the help of this chaos. Hidden his body shape in.

"Cut, don't be fooled..."

Carlos can't blame his teammates for supporting him, so he can only anger Varimathras treacherously.

Seeing that the Dreadlord hadn't approached him, Carlos stopped pretending to be a grandson. He stood up decisively and took out his spare weapon, igniting the sacred storm, and dispelling the darkness with light.

In Madara’s miscellaneous time, the black figure of the Dreadlord was mapped on the rock wall, and the paladin’s evil slash and the wizard’s magic greeted the past mercilessly. Varimathras saw that he was hidden and had no results, so he could only show his figure again. At the same time, using the final power of the blood sacrifice ceremony, he pulled a gap in space and prepared to run away.

"You are waiting!"

Carlos was overjoyed when he saw the crack in the space, and took out a few crystal balls that he had gotten from Khadgar and knew how to do it.

The silent space fragmentation caused more serious damage to Varimathras than before.

"You are looking for a dead end!"

Varimathras roared, and the red hellfire gave up its plan to crawl out of the pit, and began to shiver instead.

"run!"

Carlos noticed something was wrong and hurriedly signaled the others to retreat.

Everyone is not a fool, just run away.

But the explosion came faster.

In desperation, Carlos and the paladins around him made the same decision-rushing up with the Holy Shield.

The huge shock wave soared into the sky, pierced through the rock and soil layer more than ten meters thick and caused a violent earthquake.

In the noise of the dust, a few little bats disappeared into the distance.

Carlos stood tremblingly upright, looked at the light hole above his head, and looked around the scattered limbs and broken arms.

Decide to save people first.

Hellfire can still be used like this... the paladin is so tiger...

Carlos and Varimathras had a thought in their hearts almost at the same time.

Underestimate the enemy.

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