Before the sky changed, the armies of Hearthvale had spotted movement not far from the city. Naturally, they didn't know what was going on there, and the scouts they sent out were also blocked by Locke's army.

In the face of such supernatural forces, ordinary soldiers are helpless against them.

However, even the most precise arrangement can cause deviations. In the sky torn apart by Brudar, the huge ground fireball tumbled and landed near the city of Hearthvale.

All the people of Fireplace Valley saw the trail of the thing's fall.

The Arcanist Duane stood on the walls of the Valley of the Hearths with a complicated face, looking at the place where Brudar was making a noise, and then at the direction in which the meteorite was falling on the horizon. Obviously, something terrible happened there.

The smell of sulfur, the smell of arcane magic, the burning of holy light energy filled the air, and he sniffed it all into his nose. This made him very anxious, but he was really unable to get out of the task of defending the city.

At his behest, a patrol soldier of a detachment in the city had already ridden to the direction where the meteorite had fallen. But Duane now suddenly regretted that he had sent them out.

Even though he had his apprentice wizard go with him, Duane felt that they were no match for the Hellfire in the meteorite.

Now, I only hope that his apprentices and those soldiers will come back as soon as possible after seeing that the situation is not right.

A bright column of blue energy appeared at the crack in the sky, and it caught his attention. This made Duane's anxious heart feel a little better. Obviously, there are already wizards dealing with that.

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Tirio Fording gripped his hammer tightly, and on a few occasions he could not resist and almost rushed into the demon warband below. But each time he was halfway through, he timidly stopped.

He was not afraid to fight that demon, but he was afraid to see his son.

He didn't know how to tell his son what he had been through, or how to explain it to him. He didn't know if his son recognized what he did, or if he could really understand what he was doing at the time.

There were too many worries that kept him from appearing in front of Tyran. Even in a country where order has collapsed, he has never appeared in front of Tyran. Just silently, watching him from afar, guarding him.

But after he heard his son's speech that day, all his worries disappeared. His son has become a lord he is proud of!

When Tyran was about to leave the Hearthvale for the Abbey, Tirio, who feared for his son's safety, secretly followed. As Fairbanks said, Tirio was now living for his son.

So he also saw that Dassault Khan was bent down by the demon, which shocked him very much. He would never have imagined that his former friend had died on the battlefield at some point, and was replaced by a demon who tempted his son to do evil!

The battle with the demon had always made him very nervous at first, for fear that his son would be injured by the demon's sorcery. But Locke's arrangement calmed his restless heart a little.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the wizard's forbidden magic array could still be used like this?

Almost all of the clergy of the Holy Light Church in the local area are gathered here. Through this magic circle, their holy light made it impossible for this powerful demon to exert its own strength, and even weakened this demon's evil spells a lot!

It's a genius idea indeed.

Tyrio was delighted to see Tyran and Locke fighting side by side, taking turns attacking the demon. Even without his own presence, his son has grown to this height.

However, the green tumbling fireball that crossed the sky made him frown. Fireballs swept over his head, heading in the direction of the city of Hearthvale.

The Valley of the Hearth is the fiefdom of the Fording family for generations, and the appearance of this thing will inevitably have an unsettling impact on the Valley of the Hearth. Since you don't need his help here, let's go over there.

Tirio looked at his son, turned and tightened his grip on his hammer, flipped over his old horse and charged in the direction of the hellfireball.

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Graemar was the illustrious apprentice of the Arcanist Duane, becoming an official wizard at a young age and making a name for himself in the city of Hearthvale. The strange situation that happened outside the hearth valley today naturally attracted his attention. It's just that without the consent of his mentor, he didn't dare to go out and see what was going on there.

Perhaps to satisfy his curiosity, a meteorite emerged from a crack in the sky and flew within the confines of the city. His grim-faced mentor finally decided to go and see what was going on there. So, this glorious task was naturally handed over to him.

In less than half an hour, Grama arrived at the scene with a squad of soldiers patrolling the city.

It's just that what catches your eye makes the soldiers present tremble, and even Graemar's face is a little unsightly.

A few dozen meters away was the crater, where everything on the ground was burned to ashes, and the air was filled with the stench of sulfur. Inside the crater, a large thing smoked and gurgled inside.

Dozens of human corpses lay on the white ash floor, and they weren't soldiers from Hearthvale. The mutilated armor and swords seem to prove that they are just a group of adventurers who want to make a fortune here.

Broken arrows, two-handed broadswords bent at odd angles, and mutilated corpses are all testaments to what happened here in the first place.

But to the horror of the soldiers, all the corpses were here with only hands and feet, and there was a strong smell of blood everywhere!

Trouble!

Graema immediately stopped the soldiers from advancing.

"Don't go over, with your bows and arrows, and see the big rock inside? Shoot at the rocks! ”

Naturally, the soldiers did not question the orders of a wizard, and more than twenty shining arrows shot straight at the large rocks in the crater. No one cheered, though.

A loud roar rang out from the crater. A gust of wind blew at the right time, braving green flames and large hands formed from pure broken stones on the edge of the crater. When the stone stood up completely, Grama and the soldiers were shocked to find that its body was taller than the gates of the Hearth Valley.

Seemingly furious at the soldiers for breaking its sleep, the stone giant roared and strode over. The earth seemed to tremble, and Graemar's face instantly turned ugly.

Hellfire Demon!

Gramma had never seen anything like it before, he had only seen the relevant illustrated books and knowledge about them from his mentor's mouth, as well as from previous historical documents!

An Hellfire more powerful than a regular Hellfire? Or is hellfire like this?

There was no order from Grama, but the soldiers met him...

"Come back! Don't go over! It's the Hellfire Demon! But Graemar was still a little slow to speak, and several soldiers did not have time to retreat, and were slapped to the ground by this hellfire, and they saw that they could not survive.

Moreover, the green fire on its body quickly seeped into the fallen soldier through its body, and the fire quickly burned from the inside!!

The screams made Gramma quickly realize that this thing was not something he could deal with! But soon, a look of horror fell on everyone.

He saw the hellfire, the damned demon, and he grabbed the corpses of the soldiers who were still burning on the ground, and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them!!

Never heard of it! Hellfire also eats creatures as food??!!

No, you have to leave quickly, you have to go back to report the news!

Graema made the decision right away! It's just that his words haven't been spoken yet. A ball of green flame flew out of the hellfire's hand, and the fireball went straight for them.

Although they dispersed, the green flames after the fireball exploded still splashed on the bodies of some people around them, and the green flames seemed to be very fond of human flesh, and in an instant, the flames expanded.

The soldiers screamed in pain and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames from their bodies. Graema hurriedly covered the soldiers' bodies with frost magic, which seemed to have some effect, and the flames gradually extinguished.

"Go to the Valley of the Hearth to find my mentor, Lord Duane, and leave them alone. They won't live! Graemar drew her wand and said to the soldiers who were trying to drag their unconscious comrades to the rear, "They're dead, the fire has burned their entrails." ”

The soldiers looked at each other, some wiping tears from their eyes, clenching their weapons and trying to attack, some of them were a little tempted by Grama's words, but no one acted.

"Listen to me! Go back and ask for help! I'm going to hold it back! This demon is not something you can deal with! You're here to die with me! Graema roared, "Go back and ask for help!" Don't let my sacrifice mean nothing!! ”

"Your Excellency, you can go back with us." The soldiers still wanted Gramma to go with them, "The ballistas on our walls may be useful to it." ”

Grama shook his head, the soldiers didn't know, could he still not know how terrible this demon was? In other words, once his mentor can't handle it, what will happen to the Valley of the Hearth?

You can't risk the whole thing!

Graema sighed, "If you guys hurry, I might not be dead before my mentor comes!" Do you understand? This demon is dangerous! If you're thinking about us Hearthvale people, and for the sake of Lord Tyran, go back and let my mentor come!" ”

The rattling sound disappeared from the mouth of the hellfire. It had eaten the corpses of the soldiers there, its glowing green eyes fixed on the few remaining people present.

The green flame swooped and swelled several times higher on it! It walked slowly towards them.

The soldiers subconsciously stepped back, and Grama raised his wand, and as he spoke, the frost appeared on the ground in front of them, slowly converging.

The sound of the war horse running away came from behind him, and Grema took a deep breath and increased the intensity of the magic output in her body! The frost on the ground increased the speed of the gathering, but the hellfire also came along.

The frost on the ground melted, and they turned the land into a swamp. However, before Gramma could rejoice, the Hellfire went into the mire. The seemingly chaotic ground, after the hellfire stepped into, quickly bubbled up white smoke, and then turned into a dry mud floor!

It's turned the mud of the ground into dry ground again!

Before he had time to think about it, Graemar's mouth was full of thoughts, and a white steaming puck of ice ball gathered in his hand. While the hellfire was still walking in the mud, Graema aimed at the most primitive core on its chest and threw the ball in her hand.

The pungent smell of sulfur and water vapor permeated the air.

The Hellfire stopped in place, motionless, as if it were really dead. Graema breathed a sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. But at this point, the unexpected happened!

A wave of fire rushed from behind him!

By the time he was already feeling the heat behind him, it was too late!

Flames ignited from his back and drilled into his skin. Even though he used all the magic in his body, he still felt the green flames burning behind him.

At this time, he was defenseless, and was knocked away by the huge impact force from the front. A large tree stopped him and made him roll under the tree. Graema opened her eyes, and there was a line of soldiers who had just died in battle.

The feeling of powerlessness filled his heart, and the evil fire in his body was constantly burning. Even though he sealed all his internal organs with his magic power, the evil fire was still stubbornly eroding the little magic power in his body.

"Are you still going to die here?" Graema looked at the dim sky, "I'm only 25 years old, I could have become a great wizard with a bright future." ”

Some liquid flowed slowly out of his mouth. He knew it was blood, and his life was counting down...

It's a shame...

Just as Graema was about to close his eyes, a beautiful female voice reached his ears. She spoke Quel'Thalas, but through her arcane wisdom, Graema understood what she meant.

"Great! A Hellfire Lord really! I don't have to raise a new Demon Servant!! ”

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