Stormwind God

咋 It looks like the mage is performing Arcane Explosion, and the huge purple-blue light ball is expanding at high speed. But it is clear that it is actually a huge turbulent stream of energy that is constantly being sputtered out in the form of [Arcane Missile].

This huge arcane energy, after destroying the target it should attack, flickered and hit another mountain bag in the distance.

"Sud! Sudden! Sudden! Sudden!" The fierce arcane energy turned into countless blue light, and the whole mountain bag was sieved. The rubble was flying, and the dust was settling down in the wet breeze unique to the wetland.

No wonder Windsor was so excited. Doing so, such intense arcane energy fluctuations would be tantamount to telling the red dragon flying in the sky that something is wrong here.

How much damage a morning star mage can cause, the dragon family knows well and will never ignore it.

In this era of illiteracy, some people may know that human magic comes from higher elves, but very few people know that the dragons were the old ancestors of magic. In the ancient times, the Titans created five dragons to become the guardians of the world of Azeroth. During the dragon period, the oldest blue dragon king Marigos was arranged as the guardian of magic.

Other dragons have their own characteristics, but their sensitivity to magic is quite high.

While windy cursing, she took off the long bow obliquely behind the back with a dazzling movement, bending the bow and shooting arrows.

The orcs who had just been bombarded were certainly not worthy of Windsor.

The enemy comes from the air.

Luo Ning, who had just poured out his magic power, had not yet recovered from the violent but overly effective magical attack, and suddenly felt a trembling rushing over himself, which scared him almost to jump off the ground .

What's close.

He looked up at the sky, only to see thick black clouds like gray cotton wool.

"Stupid, don't leave yet!" Gavenlad's big hand grabbed the troublemaker's collar and dragged him to his horse.

Luo Ning's face was pale, and he realized that he had messed up again, just because of the orc labors in the mud hole beside the swamp, he shocked the **** of killing in the sky.

He tried to lean his head on the bumpy horseback, and he saw an invisible ripple spreading in the eastern sky, thinking that something was the center and spreading in all directions. It was a bit like a drop of water falling on the water surface, a ripple of ripples, just more rough.

The clouds shattered rudely.

Then a thunderous wave made Ronin's eyes wide open in amazement.

Immediately after a terrible growl came from the air, Ronin's body tightened involuntarily, a dark shadow broke through the clouds and expanded sharply in the field of vision.

For a few seconds, the nearby ground was shrouded by a huge shadow.

A deafening roar erupted over the sky, tearing the atmosphere like a hurricane. Luo Ning struggled to cross himself on the horse, twisted his head and reluctantly looked into the sky, but unfortunately he saw a hellish scene this time.

A fiery dragon filled the sky above with flames all over his body, and Ronin's still hissing warhorse was caught on its forepaws. Ronin's carefully prepared supply bag kept falling from the horse's back.

The crimson behemoth swallowed the rest of the food on his claws, and his eyes were locked on the small and poor human below. And on his shoulder was a tomahawk holding a tomahawk with long fangs and a horrible green monster finger, Luo Ning, who shrieked, seemingly giving orders to the dragon.

The dragon growled and stretched out its giant claws, diving towards him.

"Hell! You scourge!" Gavenlad yelled, and he didn't hide his dislike of Ronin. Even if Ronin did not face the Paladin, he could feel the anger of the Paladin.

It's no wonder Gavenlad is angry.

Luo Ning is a troublemaker, or he won't mess with it. A mess is directly a young dragon over one thousand years old. You know, in the information, this is already the strongest red dragon in the entire wetland. Very old dragons with independent names have attacked Hillsbrad Foothills.

It's really too dark!

"Aalama Lusaada!" At this moment, Marianne Firewing, not far from them, released a more violent continuous magic.

A huge chaotic icy energy mass, as large as a carriage carriage, lay in front of Marianne's left palm.

The breaking wind of “嗤嗤 嗤嗤” is endless, unlike Ronin's out-of-control violent magic, Marian shows her strong manipulation ability as a high-level mage. Not only did the shot of the frozen ice form a net cover towards the red dragon, but also the shot of the frozen arrow had a very clear arc.

Marianne was able to adjust the angle of the shot after the magic shot, in order to achieve the maximum hit.

The dragon, which is already in a dive state, is indeed the Millennium Dragon. From a high-speed dive that is completely inconvertible to outsiders, it has climbed more than thirty meters with only one flap.

If the firing range of Marianne's firing arrow which is larger than the [blizzard] magic will adjust the shooting angle, it will really hide from the dragon.

Even so, the dragon flashed most of the Frostbolt. The remaining small part was directly offset by a dragon's breath without any force.

Except for two shots ...

Obviously, these two Frostbolts are Marianne's biggest killing trick.

It looks exactly the same on the surface, but in fact contains at least ten times more frost elements than ordinary ice arrows.

Not only powerful, but also suddenly accelerated!

The previous moment was about the same speed as the flying bird, and the second moment has turned into two meteors.

Is it possible that a Dragonmaw Orc Cavalry can resist the attack of a veteran Huiyue class mage?

With one breath, the entire orc has turned into an ice sculpture. Just the tremor of the dragon as it climbed up had cracked and disintegrated the ice sculpture, turning it into a piece of dispersed ice crystal dust between several breaths.

It's a pity that this is the limit Marian can do.

If there is a confrontation on land, who knows who has won or lost will have to fight. But the flightless elven mage against the dragon who can freely soar to make various tactical maneuvers, that Marianne, who can only land, suffers a lot.

Even when Duke arrived, he also gave the dragon a wave of arcane missile barrage, which still could not stop the dragon from flying into the sky. The dragon circled a full circle at a height of almost 300 meters, and its terrible yellow vertical pupil carefully looked at the three mages below.

"Sorry, Mage of the Alliance, I must report your presence to Nekrus."

In the five-member squad below, everyone's eyes were shrinking. (To be continued.)