Stormwind God

Well, two people duel.

One to one.

Sounds fair, right?

In fact, this is just a few blind people!

Although the Warlock has the talents of [Devil], [Destruction], and [Pain], but not allowing the Warlock to bring demonic pets is tantamount to letting you play karate, cut your opponent's palm and run to play ‘handless’.

Ner'zhul's strength was at least half of it!

Throughout the ages, warlocks have been disgusting to death by relying on **** dogs. Helldogs not only provide Warlocks with the entire magic resistance bonus, they also interrupt the mage's spells from time to time.

Well, the hellhound just recruited was directly erased by Alexstrasza.

Then, find a Void Demon, and try to let the Void Devil directly add a magic shield to himself, and the queen will kill him when he comes out.

Pulling the partial frame into this way, Ner'zhul also cried.

Nima, is this a fair showdown?

This is called one-to-one! ?

Ner'zhul's nose crooked.

Ner'zhul also saw Duke's badness, and what made him bitter was that the good crushed Karazhan directly drank the soup. After seeing Nefarian, how could he not know that the ‘skinny’ elf girl in front of him was probably the guardian dragon Alexstrasza?

Even if she didn't hit him, he still couldn't please himself.

This later Lich King has never been a courageous man, and Grom * Hellscream is ‘do n’t ask, just do it’. Well, Ner'zhul ...

More than counseling?

More than shrinking eggs?

Even Yang shrinks for you!

The other big villains or whatever, just say something ruthless, and then ‘strategically retreat’ gorgeously.

Well, Ner'zhul didn't say a word, his chin was lifted, and some hard-witted warlock brothers rushed up and vowed to die. Turn around without turning your head back, leave the door of your house and apologize and leave without saying a word.

"Hey! Come and talk, and walk away! People grab the bride to open the door, and at the same time leave a red envelope! Don't you leave your life and artifact, sorry?" Duke sneered with a large ice shield. Forcibly attacked those warlocks' destruction-based spell attacks, with both hands raised, they made a closing gesture.

A pair of huge invisible palms appeared in the void, closing the mouth of the portal that Ner'zhul had made.

"Squeaky" A soothing voice irritates everyone's eardrums.

Ner'zhul's beard was upset and turned sharply. The white skull painting on his face began to fall because of facial muscle trembling with anger. He spoke a vague common phrase: "Duke Marcus! It's true that the dragon is strong, but it is not a qualified bodyguard. Don't think I can't kill you under her protection! "

Duke hooked his fingers and grinned, "Come! Who's afraid of who!"

His gesture was also a signal. Almost the moment his finger was beating, the guys behind him including the Windrunner sister shot. Now that Ner'zhul can ignore the single-handed ‘rules of the rivers and lakes’, he still does n’t know who is afraid of others.

Aurelia's violent wind and thunder arrows easily hit a senior warlock who lost his shield. There is no shield from the sacrifice of the Void Demon, and they can resist the attack, only their own equipment and mortal body. They are not Ner'zhul, and they all look like weird but extremely luxurious epic gear.

A warlock who is overly reliant on a shield, after losing a shield that protects him from physical attacks, is similar to a lamb to be slaughtered.

Feng Leiya blasted a warlock's head directly, and even the broken cervical spine was black. On the other side, Windsor's Fengyao is not as aggressive as her eldest sister's Fengleijian, but it is equally effective in killing people.

Khadgar, the nearby wizard, had just rushed out, stabbed a warlock with a sword from behind like a thief, and suddenly found that the rest of Ner'zhul's men had been killed by Windrunner's sisters.

As a result, the warrior who rushed behind either ran to help the Virgin and the curator, or simply turned into a crowd of melons and retreated to the distance to shout for cheering.

If Ner'zhul's face was not coated with thick white powder, his face must be very dark.

Ner'zhul was afraid of death, but when he found that he could not retreat, he would be the one with unlimited potential.

Perhaps this is the desire for survival.

On top of his head, there was a huge cloud of fire the size of a small villa rolling, as if a storm was being accumulated. However, this blaze of flames did not converge like a simple element, much less a dead body.

The flame elements of destruction are circling regularly, as the heart in the human chest is beating strongly. The cloud of fire absorbs energy from the elemental void, and every beat is like a dragon breathing thickly, mixed with wind and flames.

Ner'zhul's staff on the right hand guides the cloud of fire, and in [Gul'dan's Skull] clasped by his left hand, more surging magic continues to inject the cloud of fire, making this cloud of fire have a dragon guarding the dragon, even if it is not dragon breath Interest is average, with unparalleled power.

"Oh !?" It seemed to be aware of her rudeness, and Alexstrasza finally wiped off the soup from her mouth with a handkerchief, and immediately she set her eyes on Ner'zhul again.

A day-level mystery already has the ability to hurt the guardian dragon, and with the help of an artifact, this is enough to threaten the guardian dragon.

The Queen couldn't help squinting: Duke, it doesn't matter if you want to be handsome, don't take it off!

Because the entrance of Karazhan has been changed, the place where the battle is now is the huge terrace where the night owl near the broken stairs was.

At this moment, the sky over the terrace seems to be divided into two distinct sides.

On the one side, there is a red canopy lit by the depressing flames of destruction. The high-temperature tongues of fire that flared as the clouds of fire rolled up seemed to be able to burn through Karazhan's sky, and the illusory space behind them had to be ignited immediately.

The other side is illusory, half of the sky is shimmering with purple-blue arcane brilliance, and a delicate mage's hand is changing from a phantom to reality, but this process is unpleasant and slow, but it is easy to see It wasn't just the palms that came out. Those palms also held a staff that they had seen, or had never seen before.

"Duke has so many staffs !?" Windysa was a little confused.

"I don't know, I will recognize [Marshal's Combat Staff] and [Jordan Staff]!" Aurelia wondered.

Today, Duke held the warhead with four sharp horns, black body, and the stick body exuded blue and white [Titahak * Step of Time]. And all that floated around him were all the staff he had sealed in the corner of memory.

Duke said lightly, and then said, "The trick of Ner'zhul is a gift specially given to you. The name of the trick matches your behavior very well, that is [Unlimited Staff]!" (To be continued.)