Faced with the dilemma, Ragnaros did not cling to the lava whip, but thought of many ways.

He switched back to the traditional spell route, and after eating a few deflated spells, he still found that his original magma spell was relatively the best to use - the elemental spell had almost no effect at all, and the magma spell could at least make the other party a little jealous.

It's a pity that so far, I have only stayed in fear, and I haven't seen any tangible results.

It is indeed beautiful to take into account elemental damage and temperature burning, but with advantages there must be disadvantages, which is a law that cannot be escaped.

Magma, as a tangible substance, is not only weighty, but also very light. No matter what form it takes, it must not be as light as a pure elemental spell to drive this heaviness.

For example, to throw a magma blast ball, you have to charge up and not just wave your hand.

But this damn human—— Ragnaros has subconsciously stopped calling him a reptile.

He was incredibly nimble, easily navigating through the dense curtain of spells while laughing loudly at how terrible his martial arts were. Ragnaros was so angry that he vowed that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would definitely study how amazing that thing called "martial arts" was.

Richard's early years in the rings in the Southern Province were well-informed, and the slightly more modest schools of martial arts would teach his apprentices a technique of predicting what his opponent would do next, based on his current movements.

It's very mysterious to say, but the principle is very simple, for example, the shoulder may be a punch in the next moment, and the retreat step is a precursor to the kick, and the eyes are also an important clue.

This kind of trick will not be very useful against the master, because the master knows how to hide himself, and even deliberately misleads. If a novice foolishly takes dogma as a golden rule, there is a good chance that he will get into it.

In recent years, Richard's opponents have generally been above the level, and he has not used this skill for a long time, but he did not expect that he would still have the opportunity to make a fortune today.

The Flame Demon's spell casting level is much more powerful than expected, and the magma spell taken from the spot is amazing. But he doesn't know how to hide the precursors of force.

If you want to throw the whip, you must raise your arms high, and stare at wherever you are ready to attack. Richard has seen all the tricks and evil masters in the ring, but this kind of rookie who doesn't even understand the basics is really the first time to face it!

It would be a mistake to conclude that Ragnaros was a useless embroidered pillow.

The combat talents of the top Warcraft are all outstanding, and in hand-to-hand combat, they can exert 200% of the effects of sharp claws and muscles based on their intuition alone, and they don't need to learn any martial arts at all, which is not a help but a constraint for them.

This also explains why most of the monsters don't bother to use weapons - because the talent that is a hundred times more terrifying than the beast is not effective against weapons, and you have to learn it from scratch.

The use of magma spells is very close to weapons, and has already touched the blind zone of Ragnaros. It's just that he has been working behind closed doors underground for so many years, and he hasn't gotten any real combat opportunities at all, so it's normal to make a little mistake.

But for the lord, the joke is a big joke.

The ten-bladed Ragnaros stood on the magma and spoke like a demon god, unleashing magma spells with incredible heat everywhere as if he didn't need money. The terrifying power, the roar of rage, and the high-pitched elemental fluctuations caused the lava to roll and tremble!

This scene seems to be a calamity, if the opponent is a little psychologically fragile, he can be hacked to death!

But what is the use of being as flawed in skill as a new apprentice who has just started?

If Richard couldn't even hide from this, he could really buy a rope and hang himself.

"It is said that one force can reduce ten times, Lao La, you obviously haven't reached such a state yet. ”

The sword-wielding figure flickered in the air, like a petrel swimming among the tsunami. Sideways, under the ribs, knees, and back, the fire demon's defense against deadly vital points is still relatively tight, but other places will inevitably gradually add scars.

If the battle was fought on the plains, if it wasn't for Richard's nonsense, even if this fire demon had ten lives, it would not be enough to die.

It's like a tuna fish that can only be slaughtered on the shore, but once in the sea, it has the power to tow a small boat, and this is the convenience that the environment can bring.

Set against the backdrop of an extinct volcano that is about to recover, the abundance of earth and fire, and the near-endless amount of material available from magma make it extremely easy for Ragnaros to cast his spells!

He can constantly repair the broken stone shells on his body, release his power to the fullest, and even use magma to heal his injuries.

But that's all there is to it, it's just to turn a knife into a Ling Chi show.

The nature of the fire demon is extremely tyrannical and belligerent, and the anger of being teased by the reptile and the pain of ** stimulated him to become more and more angry, and the continuous roar does not stop for a moment!

A mad monster, a swordsman who is calm from beginning to end, a mighty demon god, a small human, a lava wielding magma, and a sword that is extremely cautious.

No matter how thick the tree is, it can't withstand the gnawing of the axe inch by inch, and it will eventually collapse with the efforts of the lumberjacks.

It wasn't until the end that the failing body freed Ragnaros from his rage, realizing that it seemed as if he should retreat into the lava.

But it was too late, and how could Richard give him this opportunity.

A sword piercing from the top of his head completely disintegrated all the movements of this behemoth. After a moment of stalemate, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, and his body collapsed violently, falling into the magma lake, stirring up a thousand waves!

"Call it a day!"

The lord crossed a thousand yards in the air and landed neatly beside Elizabeth.

Although the strength is gone, the knowledge of the past is still there after all. Witnessing an earth-shattering battle didn't give Elizabeth much trepidation.

You must know that with the level of spell casting displayed by the Fire Demon, a distance of 1,000 yards is not a foolproof insurance, and it is not uncommon for a slight accident to die.

"It's just a fire demon, like a local chicken and a tile dog, and he sells Seoul!" the lord smiled proudly, feeling that his image at the moment must be extremely magnificent.

"I don't think you'd better get too happy too soon. The corners of Elizabeth's mouth curved slightly, as if she was smiling.

Richard turned his head to look at the magma lake he had just fought.

Ragnaros's mangled body stood up again, an indescribable death quickly enveloping his body. The dim eyes brightened again, and two flickering pale flames ignited.

"Necromancy?" Richard clenched his sword.