Together, the orcs and the minotaurs drowned the demon like a tide. Looking at the book 1?ka?n?shu, its slow attack doesn't look so deadly now, because of the shackles of the power of frost - at least it can dodge it. Its sheer size gives it terrifying strength, but now that it seems so clumsy, its enemies take advantage of it cunningly, and every time it attacks an enemy in front of it, several times as many enemies attack it from behind.

Like striking iron, all sorts of weapons ping-pong slammed into the Hellfire, causing wounds and splashing harsh lava that burned the skin of the attackers, but no one retreated, and they slashed and slashed even more frantically. Weapons such as sharp swords are often melted down after a few slashes, but heavy weapons such as hammers and axes are more powerful.

At last, the demon was enraged by the annoying attack, and it raised its head and roared loudly, the green fire of evil energy spewing like a torch. It was saddened, but fortunately for its enemies, Hellfire did not possess magical abilities like high-level demons, except for brute force and the enveloping flames of evil energy, and there was nothing they could do with these cunning little things.

"Cowardly reptile, face me, stand in front of me!" It roared angrily, but only a fool would do that, and the orcs standing behind him pounded hard, while the minotaur standing in front of it quickly backed away, pulling away from it.

Realizing that the shape was not good, the demon strode back towards the wide area outside, where it was easier for its big man to swing, but dozens of violently growing vines rolled out of the cracks in the rocks and wrapped around its "ankles"—which seemed to be ankles, for its legs all looked like rocks built up. One?? Reading the book・1Although these vines were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, their effect had been achieved, and the demon staggered. When it stood firm again, it was surrounded again.

In the chaos, a swarthy pineapple-sized object slammed into the demon's head, but the thrower's accuracy was too poor. The thing was at least four or five meters away from the Hellfire, and then it happened to fly through the gap between the rocks overhead, and flew somewhere. It seems that no one notices this scene.

However, a few seconds later, a violent explosion suddenly sounded overhead. The rocks that covered the canyon were blown apart. A huge rock fell down and slammed into the head of the Hellfire, followed by more rocks. It was impossible to kill a Hellfire with this kind of damage, but its massive size had become a burden at the moment. Most of the falling rocks hit its massive body.

"Bang!" At that moment, a bullet filled with light energy whistled and struck a ridiculously small head compared to its body.

This was not a fatal blow, but it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, the evil energy in the body of this hellfire has been consumed to the point of collapse, and it can no longer maintain its existence in this world!

"No, this shouldn't be my end!" The demon let out an earth-shattering roar, slowly falling to one side, and green magma like blood gushed out of its body frantically, flowing freely along its surface. It doesn't work anymore.

The next moment, as if burning, the power of the evil energy exploded from its body like a volcano! Make it look like a giant fireball.? One? As the backbone of the Burning Legion, the self-detonation of the Hellfire is not as devastating as the incineration explosion of their superior, the Abyss Lord, but they can still release all the remaining evil power in their bodies when they die, as a last resort to die with the enemy. In the ancient wars 10,000 years ago, I don't know how many Azeroth Guardians were killed by their enemies and then drunk their hatred!

Thundered! Violent explosions rang out, and terrible flames poured out, and the victors had not had time to celebrate. In the blink of an eye, they were all enveloped in a terrible explosion. If someone were to look down at the Dry Water Valley from above, he could see billowing reddish-brown smoke and dust ejecting out of the cracks in the rocks that covered the valley, spreading in all directions.

It's been a long time. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and in the dead valley, bursts of violent coughing sounded. In the remaining haze, the people who were staggered by the impact of the explosion 66 continued to struggle to stand up.

Diego shook his head, shaking the dust off his body. The air in the valley was still choking, but it was clear to see.

Compared to the huge momentum caused by the explosion, the damage caused by this self-explosion was not as high as he expected, because there were many people standing up in the shadows, and there were at least thirty minotaurs alone.

Among the rocks that had fallen, the massive body of the Hellfire lay silently, the flames of liquid flowing from the wounds, glowing with a disgusting yellow-green, the green flames were draining the remaining evil energy, gradually extinguished, and without the support of the evil energy, the lava solidified into obsidian shards faster than normal.

"Masrae, are you alright?" Diego shouted worriedly.

No one answered him, Diego felt his heart slip downward, he never thought that one day, he would lose this friend, fear and worry suddenly grabbed his heart.

"Hey, man, I'm fine, I feel like I don't have any problem fighting harder." Behind him, the Night Elf's voice suddenly rang out, his voice dry and hoarse, as if the explosion had shoved a whole handful of dust down his throat.

Diegojo turned around and saw the Night Elves rising from the ground, dusting their bodies. He let out a long sigh.

But just then, he heard Masrae inhale deeply, and then he saw the Night Elves staring at him with wide eyes, looking incredulous.

"What's wrong?" Diego asked inexplicably.

"Your ......, your skin," Masrae whispered, his hand trembling slightly as he pointed to the hunter.

Diego looked down at the back of his hand. There was also a thick layer of ash on his skin, and he brushed it twice, and the skin underneath looked like... Green, somewhat like the color of orc skin, but much lighter.

"It's just the light of the demon's corpse," Diego said nonchalantly, but Masrae didn't give up easily, he stretched out his arm and compared it with Diego's hand, his purple skin contrasting with Diego's green arm. His golden eyes looked at his friend, and it was clear that it wasn't a matter of light.

"What's in you?" Masrae's voice sounded a little shaky, he had vaguely guessed what was going on, but deep down, he didn't want to believe the answer.

Diego didn't answer, he took a few steps forward to a beam of sunlight shining through the gap, and rolled up his sleeves. He saw that on his arm, a disgusting green was emitting an eerie sheen in the sunlight.

At that moment, Diego felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help but bend down and cough violently. He felt as if something was burning his lungs, like drinking a whole vat of dwarven spirits, the strongest of the kind.

He had thought it was due to the smoke, but now it didn't. Because that blood-pumping sensation had been pounding at his brain, almost destroying his sanity. He had never been so eager to kill, to bathe in blood.

After a few minutes, his coughing stopped, and he slowly straightened up to see Bane and Dezko walking towards him, their eyes glinting red, like a glow from a furnace.

"Diego, the elemental spirits are warning us that something is wrong!" The minotaur shaman who walked in front said eagerly.

"Yes, I feel it too," Diego began, hearing his own voice as hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water in days, "We seem to be contaminated by evil energy, but luckily it's very light. ”