But as a half-human, half-Warcraft bloodline, Lancelot is not a pure-blooded big brother, and the strength is also an indisputable fact, in the Warcraft race, which is based on strength, many times as long as your fists are hard, it means that the greater the power you can control.

Lancelot naturally understands this truth, after surviving for so long in this environment where no one can help him, he naturally knows where his opportunities are, although he will live for a few hundred years, and he may not be able to compare to his powerful big brother, but if there is a way to improve his strength in a short period of time, it is not a chance to turn over.

Raising his right hand, Lancelot slowly felt that his life force was slowly burning and gradually decreasing, but at the same time, the magical energy in his body was increasing exponentially. The powerful power that makes people feel extremely reassuring is pouring into the body endlessly, and all the magic elements in the air have become extremely clear and complex, and the self who could only skillfully use the magic elements before suddenly has a faint sense of mystery that can be fused with the golden electric elements in the air.

It seems that the results of countless experiments over the years and consulting many wild histories and forbidden magic books are still very useful, although the price is really high, but I can clearly see my rapid growth rate every day. With a rare smile on his face, Lancelot took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down from the excitement, carefully feeling the power of the rage.

But it didn't feel good, and Lancelot immediately noticed that something was wrong when he felt it carefully.

As a half-human, half-demonic beast, the magical energy that can be stored in his body is quite limited, and the fragile human body can't afford too much magical energy load, and there is no way to cultivate brainlessly like a normal demonic beast for so many years, Lancelot has insisted on constantly and repeatedly cultivating the magical energy in his body, refining them as much as possible to reduce the volume, so although Lancelot has been insisting on cultivation, he has never been troubled by the problem of insufficient stocks.

But this problem actually appeared so suddenly now, a large amount of magical energy poured into Lancelot's body made Lancelot's fragile human body quickly reach the critical point of storage, but those magical energies had no intention of stopping at all, and they continued to rush towards Lancelot one after another. The human-form body finally couldn't help but start shaking uncontrollably in pain as the magical energy in his body grew, and the huge tearing force wanted to tear his whole person in half from the middle.

As long as he takes the form of a monster, he can survive this difficult hurdle at the moment, and Lancelot knows this deeply. But as a half-Warcraft, he didn't have any so-called "complete Warcraft form" ,Although the body has tried its best to fully awaken the demonic beast bloodline in Lancelot's body,But the state after awakening is not satisfactory,The tearing pain tossed over and over for a long time also made Lancelot's side a bunch of dragon breath symbolizing strength,There are two more cute dragon horns on the head,Although I obviously feel that my control of power has improved by leaps and bounds,But control is really not what Lancelot needs most now。

As the so-called memory does not change, no matter how well the operating system is tuned, it is useless, and the crash still has to crash.

Laughing at himself helplessly, Lancelot, who was exhausted by the power of the rampage, softened into a puddle of mud, and even the magic shield that barely maintained the outside of the room to prevent the movement of magical energy from leaking was gradually unable to support it, and a trace of obvious gaps began to appear.

Uncle Warcraft appeared beside Lancelot when he was most embarrassed, although the boy in front of him seemed to be dying and would hang up at any time, but the magic energy around the boy and the increasing dragon breath were all announcing that the boy in front of him was not a thing in the pool, although this boy who would turn into a dragon sooner or later is estimated not to live long, but what does it matter?

Mediocrity is a sin in itself.

The excitement that has not been felt for many years appeared so inexplicably in the heart of the Warcraft uncle who has been quietly serving the beast emperor, compared to the eldest prince who has nothing to obey discipline at all, this seemingly weak and vulnerable second prince gave him a big surprise, this kind of bad trick that is only seen in the forbidden book will really change the Star Fall Continent that has not happened for hundreds of years?

When Lancelot opened his eyes again, the number of people studying the power of the rampage suddenly increased. Although Uncle Warcraft is still serving the Beast Emperor on the surface, in fact, Uncle Warcraft has run to Lancelot significantly more times than he has gone to the Beast Emperor. The Beast Emperor doesn't care much about Uncle Warcraft's behavior, anyway, Lancelot is also his son, and it doesn't hurt to have one more Warcraft around him who is willing to teach him and lead him.

So on the stage of the large-scale military activities of the Warcraft clan once every 100 years, Lancelot easily reached the finals with his suddenly stronger magic ability and stronger semi-Warcraft state, and directly broke into the final game with the eldest prince without pressure.

Finally facing the eldest prince who had been standing in front of him and overwhelmed himself, Lancelot's lips involuntarily raised a subtle arc, and I don't know if it was the arrangement of fate, this arc has been hanging safely on Lancelot's mouth for many years after that.

He was laughing when he knocked down the Great Prince beautifully within five moves, he was also laughing when he calmly accepted the eyes of the Warcraft royal family or puzzled or admired, and when he finally had the ability to establish his own side of the world in the Warcraft royal family, he still kept smiling, as if there was nothing in this world that could stop his high spirits, even if he traveled thousands of miles to go alone to investigate the human defenses near the human realm, even if he used his burning vitality to constantly conduct rampage experiments against the monsters in the forest, even if......

Even if you don't talk about what happened after that, I believe you can understand it......

"In other words, you don't have a few years to live now?" Taking advantage of Lancelot's pause to rest his breath, so-and-so tilted his head and asked Lancelot embarrassedly: "Could it be that those old monsters who don't want to use the power of rage are trying to persuade you to cherish life in disguise?" Also, are you talking too much......

"Don't worry, the life of a monster is far longer than you think. Lancelot, who finally rested for a while, spoke again: "As for those old guys, they are not helping me save my life, although most of the current power of rampage is consuming my life force, yes, as long as there is a monster who wants to use the power of rampage without my order, it will consume his own life, and even if I allow their vitality to be consumed, it will not be as serious as using it alone." Also, it's not that I'm talking too much, it's that you know too much......"