The hazy eyes were as empty as ever, and at a glance, it seemed to pour out a thousand words, and the tremor of the soul lasted for a long time, even the fist of steel wrapped in the storm of evil energy could not be ignored.

'Don't get distracted. ’

The arrows of light grazed past his shoulders with a characteristic roar, and the huge fist of steel shattered all the obstacles with a barely detectable blow, but only slashed through the air, making the turbulence in the air even worse.

The golden streamer streaked through a bright arc, jumping over the swarthy fist of steel and continuing on.

'Don't worry, it's just two kinds of goods, the same old one, one for each person. ’

The forehead mark was slightly bright, and a warm current flowed down the soul, and the same golden mark appeared in front of the white forehead.

'I think you'd rather deal with them alone!'

The wise man chose sensible silence, lightly dodging a pillar of green light, and brushing the mark on his forehead with his left hand.

After a moment, he spread his palm, the white runes shone holyly in the hazy golden light, the golden gem at the top of the staff shone slightly, and he turned into a golden streamer again, leaving a few phantoms dragging the golden tail on the arm of the mecha covered with evil runes.

The peculiar noise of the machinery was surprisingly loud, as if the gears that had not been oiled for a long time were rubbing, the sound of jets running the all-powerful hydraulic device was incessant, the storm mech was making movements with a noticeable stiffness at a surprising speed, and the two small golden bugs rushing left and right in front of them made their combat sensors constantly emit red warnings, and they had to pay attention to these two little bugs, trying to destroy the annoying bugs with a movement that was magical enough for their size but was actually unbearable to be slow。

The world of Azeroth seems to have some kind of deep obsession with the relationship between size and strength, even if it is a creature that agrees with the race, the powerful individual will be much taller than its kind, physiologically speaking, this is very unscientific, of course, engineering products do not need to consider these, no matter which race, it seems that they are all pursuing 'big'!

Bigger means more energy and more diverse attacks, but from a mortal's point of view, the Exterminator mech is actually like a Leap ship's main cannon designed to fight mosquitoes!

Extreme waste aside, the real effect may not be as good as a high-level Abyss Lord, it can only pose a threat worthy of its cost to engineering artifacts of the same size and the same slow and stiff movements, but except for the creations of Titan Technology, mortals are few, difficult, and will not make the same engineering creations at all.

If one Exterminator Mech were to be turned into hundreds of tiny and powerful miniature Mechs, the threat they posed to Dawn would increase a hundredfold.

Benny believes that the original design of the exterminator mecha is definitely not used to deal with their little bugs, these guys' rigid and rigid attacks are slow like a sloth in his eyes, the mountain-like fists have no meaning except for blowing a gust of wind mixed with evil energy, and the means of directly transforming evil energy to carry out energy attacks are even more rough and terrifying, a few plausible cannon barrels are erected on the chest, it is regarded as the evil energy version of the light energy cannon, the energy utilization rate is pitiful, the only thing that can make people barely cheer up may be the evil energy rocket launcher on the shoulder of the mecha, this kind of missile that uses magic to achieve the purpose of tracking is densely covered with shoulder armor on both sides of the mechaSeventy or eighty smoke shells were fired in one salvo, and another eye-catching design was the fist shell that looked like a joke.

In the sound of squirting energy, the huge metal arm split in two, and the Iron Fist was like a missile propelled forward by the gushing evil energy, but the target was not the two small insects in front of them, but the mage and the sacrificial group that had regained their foothold and began to prepare spells and prayers.

"Enter the magic circle! Defend the enchantment!!" the sacrificial group roared hoarsely, the collective release of spells must rely on special spells, with the help of magic circles to synchronize completely different spiritual frequencies, so that the holy light has the 'illusion' that there is only one caster.

The priests clenched their hands into fists and summoned the light with devout faith, and the golden glow loomed in the sky. Onara, the new Archbishop of Delaney, channeled the holy light to form a golden shield of light, and the two bright golden shields protected the sacrificial group and the mage group at the same time like an inverted bowl.

"Seven-Shaping Spell, start guiding!"

The blue magic circle representing the arcane energy was lit up one by one, and the spiritual power linked to each other converged into a powerful force, and the blue magic circles opened up on the path of the Iron Fist, and soon filled the sky, and countless blue magic circles looked like a big blue net from a distance.

"Smack!" A mana crystal embedded in the magic circle was shattered into powder due to the complete exhaustion of energy, a mage spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and pale to the ground, a blue magic circle in the sky flashed twice, unwilling to dissipate into the air, and more magic circles began to spit out blue meteors.

The piercing missile, or the No. 7 Plastic Energy Spell, is an improved spell of the arcane barrage, with many advantages such as instantaneous, small consumption, and high growth, but the disadvantage is that although it has arrow-like penetration, it is not very powerful, and compared with the ice and fire-based plastic energy spells, it is almost impossible for pure arcane energy to play a role against targets with high demonic properties, but when it crosses the sky like a meteor shower, the huge number brings a qualitative change.

When countless blue missiles struck the same point, even a giant fist made of special metal could not resist this non-stop attack, although it still stubbornly passed through the barrage and shattered the blue circle in the sky, but the tattered metal could no longer pose any threat to the defensive barrier of the sacrifices.

The giant fist that slammed into the golden barrier disintegrated with a clear sound of metal shattering, and the tattered parts clanged into piles of debris on the stone slabs.

The Exterminator Mechs of the 'Broken Wrist' didn't achieve their goal, but they didn't get frustrated, and the countless souls that were infused into the core of the energy as energy gave them plausible intelligence, but they were only fighting instincts.

Like a light golden bird, Sylvanas weaves through the spurting powers, his bowstring-pulling hand shooting golden arrows at the heads of exterminator mechs with dizzying speed.

Although the battle instinct caused the mech to shake its head and try to dodge the arrows, all the arrows continued to explode into clouds of golden light at the same point.

"Click!" cobweb-like cracks began to spread outward in the center of the explosion.

With her golden wings flickering, Sylvanas stopped in the air, standing on the bulging barrel of the Exterminator's chest.

He took a soft breath, feeling the power transmitted from the depths of his soul, his right hand turned into a phantom, and the bowstring began to hum, and five golden arrows flew in.

"Bang!" A mist of light exploded, full of cracks, and the metal was pressed against the last straw, shattering, and the huge metal skull fell off piece by piece, and at the same time, the second golden arrow exploded on the transparent crystal that had been exposed, and then, the third, the fourth, and finally, the crystal that was far more fragile than the metal shattered with a 'bang' in the explosion of the fifth golden arrow, and the green evil liquid splashed out of it.

The exterminator, having lost its head, froze in place.

Ciel's head turned to Benny floating above the head of another Exterminator mech grinning at her, a large hole in the back of his head from the still metallic skull, the edge of the hole slightly reddened and still steaming, the evil liquid flowing down from it, and the white runes in his hands were gradually dissipating.

'Now, it's time to talk to that Night Elf demon!'

Ciel couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, Night Elf Demon, what kind of inexplicable name is this......