Stormwind God

"Gather! Gather!" Exoxus screamed in panic.

Don't blame him for being gaffe because he was never a courageous guy.

He has a good management ability, but lacks the determination and determination, and does not have a powerful combat power. In this realm of fire elemental respect, this directly leads him to never be the second elder brother, not the boss.

The fire demon's relatively weak physique, coupled with the perennial high-ranking Yi Zhiqi, made him almost forget about fighting.

However, there was no guard around him, but he was waiting for an extremely large black dragon. The black dragon's face was full of violent and evil spirits, showing a quite anthropomorphic smile.

"Oh! You called! No one will break your throat to save you!" Almost subconsciously, Onyxia called out the most words that Duke had said to her during the night how to train her dragon.

But it's pretty good, isn't it?

Exotus was aggressive, and then his face sank: "Onyxia! You violate the covenant that Nefarian, the black dragon king, has set with us! The black dragon king will not let you go ! "

"Oh!" Onyxia smiled absently. "Although I don't want to say it, I really don't mind that my dear brother's head was cut off by my master and hung from the gate of Stormwind City."

"You ... you ... you ..." Exotus was almost out of breath.

The black dragon's huge body approached step by step: "Oh, little fire demon, you and me are left here ..."

"Pass ... Pass ... Pass ..." Exxotus yelled.

"what?"

"[Teleport]!" Extortus, as a manager, naturally has various life-saving skills. For example, he can teleport his enemies into the lava to bathe.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed.

Demigod-level dragons have ridiculous magical resistance. Besides, to transmit such a huge existence, the required mana and difficulty are rising geometrically. The problem is that Exutus really has no special attack skills!

"Ragnaros will protect me and keep me safe" he shouted, and a huge, thick magical shield enveloped his entire body.

The shield full of demigod-level high-concentrated magic breath can be seen at a glance to absorb the amount of damage.

"Hurt !? Who said it's going to hurt you?" The black dragon princess's smile on the dragon's face showed: "My master asked me to have fun with you ..."

After all, the black dragon stretched out its huge claws and twisted Exotus, more than five meters tall.

In all fairness, this guy's body weight is not small, but he is just a ball in front of the more exaggerated black dragon princess!

Ragnaros' power can indeed help him immune to various physical and magical injuries, but he has not been fixed on the ground!

As soon as Onyxia caught it, he grabbed him together with the magic shield, and then threw it into the sky, threw it up, and took it back! Throw it up and take it back!

Just like Du somebody keeps throwing it back and picking it up ...

Over there, Varian, who had already had the experience of fighting the ghost wolf Logosh, faced the attack of the Incinerator Guremanger directly with a dual wield stance.

There are more guys than Varian.

There are many more agile people than Varian.

But few people like Varian can combine power and agility so perfectly. When he dodged, he was like a light and sly wolf, and easily used his agility to dodge Guleimangue's punches.

The moment he turned from dodging to offensive, he suddenly became the most violent wolf king, using his artifacts and double swords like his two claws, slashing the joints of Gulemanger's arms and legs.

The hard rock limbs that can't be destroyed by the mortal weapons, and they are chopped off by the serial slicing of the artifact's double swords, and the stones also splash.

"嗷" Gregman was enraged and chased Varian frantically, regardless of the fact that there were other mortal strongmen behind him, such as Vancliff's father and daughter and Valera, who were secretly and effectively destroying behind him His limbs.

It's a pity that Varian's highlights were so few tens of seconds, and soon the giant Gregman's attention was attracted by another.

In order to get rid of Gregman as soon as possible, Mograine and his old man hacked with the [Emerald], easily attracting the attention of the molten giant leader.

Artifacts are also divided into three, six, and nine.

[Ember Messenger] Such a high artifact is obviously more powerful than Varian's [Shadow Ripper] and [Shadow Reaver]!

Duke chuckled at a glance. According to the terminology in the game, ot means boss's hatred is out of control.

The usual team, boss chasing chasing people, then the team is not far from the group. This place is full of famous cattle.

As long as you give them enough time, bosses will dare to show it to you.

Facing Gregman's heavy punches and the large [Pyroblast] attack of the water tank, Mograine was not surprised. Directly picking up the size of the door board [Embroke Herald] staged a scene of the Holy Light Great Sword breaking the fireball with two swords.

Seeing the old predecessor so fierce, Varian rubbed his teeth rare.

To the right of the battlefield, Duke was head-to-head with the Suffron pioneers.

In the first face, Saffron stabbed a rapid black brilliance directly in the void.

Duke's figure moved, a step, seemingly dangerous and dangerous to avoid the spear thrown by the opponent. The half-black spear, dull in color, was rubbed less than five centimeters away from Duke's cheek, and the strong wind that caused Duke's cheek pained.

No matter what, it was avoided.

Suffron's pioneers seemed very surprised. In his eyes, mortal mages are magically strong, agile guys who don't look.

He wasn't surprised that Duke blocked his spear with any kind of magic.

He felt weird when Duke hid with a simple fighting action.

At this moment, Duke entered a very mysterious state.

Obviously he had a stick in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and he wore a robe that was so long that he almost dragged on the ground.

[Gandalf] in his hand glowed with a dim glow.

That's just the appearance. If you can, Duke hits his sword at any time.

Now just because Duke constrains all the converted magic to the sword, it has little effect on the surrounding environment.

For battles below the level of the sun level, the warring parties often set off a turbulent flow of elements as soon as they make a shot. One of them is not good, and the aftermath of the overflow point is that there are no grasses within a few dozen meters.

After the day of Xi, the battle seemed to be low-key and subtle, and more dangerous.

The degree of control over magic power determines the total amount and purity of compressible magic power. The magic sword made by high-purity magic power must break the opponent's magic shield. It should not be too simple.