The only thing that can fight a monster is another monster.

Carlos was in vain, keenly aware that the Dreadlord's wings were not just decorations.

The knife that was supposed to be disemboweled, cut a loneliness, split a loneliness, and had a close contact with the ground with sparks and lightning.

You can't be brought into the ditch by the old combat experience, the opponent is not a human, it's a demon, it's a demon of demons, it's a dreaddemon king, it's a diehard among the dreaddemon kings, it's the wrong reincarnation of Varimasas.

It shouldn't be the Dreadlord, it should be an Abyss Lord.

Looking at the mocking smile on the corner of Valimas's mouth, Carlos understood that this guy didn't take himself seriously at all. Perhaps in front of these Burning Legion bosses, except for the demigods and night elves, the other creatures are no different from pigs and dogs.

Valimassus didn't think about coercion and temptation at all, it just wanted to take over my body, control my mind, and then disturb the whole world.

This big bat has absolute confidence in its own strength.

Where do you get your confidence in TMD!

Carlos made up the overall plot flow from a smile in Varimathas, and then provoked himself to anger.

Amazing with wings? Three-dimensional mobile combat, I will too!

The wings of the Holy Light opened again, and Carlos was too lazy to hide his true strength under his rage, and with a sudden acceleration, Varimasas was caught off guard, kicked in the chest by Carlos, and flew out upside down.

The Dreadlord's batwing kept fanning, but he still couldn't balance his body, and he didn't stop until his back was mounted on the rock wall.

But this impact was not even enough to bring skin trauma to Varimasas, and in less than a second, the dizziness faded, and Varimatas instinctively withdrew his hand to protect his chest, relying on his excellent combat awareness to block Carlos's volley slash.

Even with the armband, the sharp light still stung the Dreadlord's body.

Ah~~~~~~~~ hiss~~~~ A touch of chicken ~~~~~

Varimasas also ignited the desire to fight, his eyes shone with a strange light, his mind control was full of firepower, and at the same time, the fear aura aura was the most powerful, ready to suppress Carlos with all his might.

But Carlos is not an ordinary native of Azeroth, and he is on guard against the possible skills of the Dreadlord who will know whether he will know, and just as Varimathas was about to control himself, the 24K Holy Light Kryptonite Dog Eyes began to flicker at the same time.

"Ah, my eyes!"

Varimatas was caught off guard and was briefly blinded.

Seizing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Carlos finally had time to fully recharge, and the greatsword that was dragging behind him erupted into a mournful wail, and the greatsword forged from light cast iron could not withstand the excessive amount of holy light, and cracks broke apart.

By the gods, Carlos finally understood why he had to shout out the name of the move when he made a move.

Because it's handsome!

"Starburst~~~ Abandon the healing slash!"

As the big arm moved the lower arm, the wrist controlled the hilt, and the fragments of the blade, shattered into thousands of pieces, smashed like a meteor shower into the body of Varimasas embedded in the wall.

The mutual annihilation of the Holy Light and the Evil Power has brought great harm and pain to the Dreadlord, and another Dreadlord can already kneel. But what a demon Varimathas is, a fierce man with both martial power and shaking, he said that in the Holy Light, this little pain is nothing.

Taking advantage of the interval when Carlos regained his breath, Valimassas let out a scream, and the ultrasound hurt Carlos's sense of balance, and Carlos, who was on one knee, watched as the Dreadlord drew strength from the pile of corpses to heal his wounds, but could not do anything.

Careless, how did you forget the trick of ultrasound when fighting with bats.

"Human, you are strong, join the legion, the wider world is waiting for you to conquer, don't raise a mortal body to delay your progress, don't let the pedantic light blind your eyes. Embrace the night, and you will find that the light is so ridiculous and sad. ”

After Valimass's recuperation, he began a tirade, hoping to charm Carlos with words.

"This year's Dreadlord can't do it."

"What?"

Varimatas heard what Carlos was saying, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light."

Carlos snapped his mouth over and over again, calming down the nerve attack from the ultrasonic scream of Varimatas before.

"Very beautiful verse, you are not only a strong warrior, but also a good poet."

Valimassas complimented sincerely, and flapped his wings little by little, approaching Carlos, who was on his knees.

"There's another sentence you probably haven't heard."

Carlos tilted his head sideways and made an uncomfortable expression.

"Oh, I want to hear about it."

"Only death can make you understand the true meaning of life."

"Very ......"

Before Varimathas could finish speaking, three fireballs burst through the wall, sticking to its back and wings, and the Dreadlord stumbled and fell into the pile of corpses.

"Oops, Fear Enchantment ......"

Varimatas suddenly understood why Carlos's powerful blow had just been thundering and raining.

The human didn't want to kill himself at all, he wanted to break the fear barrier he had carefully arranged.

Apparently, he succeeded, and the helper arrived.

Although Varimathas is an outlier among the Dreadlords, the Dreadlord's skills will always be good.

There was a stabbing sound at the bottom of the pile of corpses, and a blood-red hellfire stretched out its palm and clinged to the edge of the pit wall, trying to climb up, and Warimasas took advantage of the chaos to disappear into the shadows to hide his form.

"Cut, don't be fooled......"

Carlos couldn't blame his teammates who supported him, so he could only angrily spew at Varimatas for treachery.

Seeing that the Dreadlord did not come close to him, Carlos stopped pretending to be his grandson, and decisively stood up and took out a spare weapon, triggering the divine storm and dispelling the darkness with light.

In the mixed time, the black figure of the Dreadlord was reflected on the rock wall, the paladin's evil slash and the mage's magic mercilessly beckoned to the past, and Varimasas saw that there was no result in concealment, so he could only show his figure again, and at the same time used the last power of the blood sacrifice ritual to pull open a spatial crack and prepare to run away.

"You're the one you're waiting for!"

Carlos was overjoyed to see the spatial rift, and pulled out a few crystal balls that he had gotten from Khadgar and threw them.

The silent spatial shattering dealt more damage to Varimasas than the Starburst Abandonment Slash before.

"You're killing yourselves!"

Varimathas roared, and the red Hellfire gave up trying to climb out of the pit and began to tremble instead.

"Run!"

Carlos sensed something was wrong and hurriedly motioned for the others to retreat.

Everyone is not stupid, just run away.

But the explosion came faster.

In desperation, Carlos and several paladins around him made the same choice———— rushed forward with the holy shield.

A huge shock wave rushed into the sky, penetrating more than 10 meters thick rock and soil layers, causing a violent earthquake.

In the noise of dust, a few small bats disappeared into the distance.

Carlos stood up staggering, looking at the glossy hole above his head, and at the scattered surroundings of his severed limbs.

Let's decide to save people first.

Hellfire can still be used like this...... / Paladins are so tiger......

A thought arose in Carlos and Valimatas almost at the same time.

Underestimated the enemy.