Momore...... Others don't know who this person is, but Drunken Wind knows his origins clearly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ancient Elemental, the Sound Elemental Lord of the Universe, the most powerful Minor Elemental Lord.

This element of sound would not have been summoned for a long time, but this time the strength of the expeditionary force greatly exceeded Neozu's expectations, and in order to stop Lothar, the Shadow Council decided to summon a powerful being. In the end, they chose to use the ancestral tombs of the Draenei to summon the Sound Elemental Lord Mormore in the Orginny Crypt of Oakington.

Obviously, they succeeded—but they also failed, and the Tonic Lord didn't appreciate it.

The spellcaster in charge of summoning was surprised to find that the contract in the summoning ritual did not take effect, which means that they had gone to great lengths to summon a free minor elemental lord!

A violent tremor was heard from the depths of Auginny, and the cacophony ripped through the eardrums of everyone present.

"Boom!"

Just as the group had just run out of Auginny, a violent explosion occurred.

The Omega Crypt has collapsed.

Venucci was desperate to see the ancestral tombs of the Draenei destroyed and countless Draenei souls blasted out of the crypt and wandered around helplessly.

"Nope! No! ”

Momore appeared.

It seems that it has solved the orcs that bind itself, and although it looks a little sluggish, the great power still makes people feel terrified.

"Oh, what is this? Humble ants! Haha, now the great Momore will grant you death! ”

With a wave of his left hand, a huge, visible shockwave rushed straight towards Drunken Wind. Drunken Wind hugged Venucci and rolled twice on the ground, dodging the explosion.

"Hey, Khadgar, you're the Master, is there a way to deal with this element? It was originally a demigod element, but now it's the peak of legend at best! ”

"No kidding, drunkenness." Khadgar waved his hand and teleported to the side to avoid the shockwave, "This kind of thing is probably forcibly summoned, I can't do it if I want to exile it, do you think I'm my teacher Medivan?" ”

While the two were still talking in dodge, Kilrog suddenly began to charge towards Momor.

The Bloodring Clan is adept at fighting in the jungle and has a special skill set in rugged and narrow terrain, and Kilrog is the best at it - and the crumbling Oakington is able to play to his advantage.

Clenching his hands tightly, Kilrog deftly leaped over the rubble, dodging the shockwave of Moor, and came to the Sound Elemental Lord.

Years as a hunter have kept Kilrog silent in battle, and the Sound Elemental Lord he faces is constantly shouting, and the silence and noise finally collide with the most intense collision.

Kilrog was once a legendary warrior, but his old age has degenerated him to the pinnacle of epic poetry—and that's given his vast combat experience. Non-caster classes like warriors, thieves, and hunters are always so powerless in the face of the erosion of time.

The two sides were a full order of rank apart, Kilrog was thrown out after the collision, and Momore only retreated slightly.

Kilrog, who was repulsed, did not hesitate in the slightest, and after spitting out a mouthful of bloody spit, he rushed towards Momore again.

"Drunken wind! Onexia! Come here, take advantage of the time Kilrog has bought us, and we'll teleport out of here! It is impossible for a few of us to banish this powerful Minor Elemental Lord! Khadgar's hands were already glowing with azure arcane energy, and his eyes turned blue from the spell he tried to cast with all his might.

"Wait, banish? Right! Banishment! I have a ......"

Before Drunken Wind could finish speaking, Kilrog collided with Momore again, this time the collision was even more violent, and the shock wave directly swept the group down.

Kilrog was badly injured this time - after struggling to get up, he felt as if he had broken more than one rib, the ankle of his right foot was bruised when he landed on the ground, the big toe of his left foot seemed to be broken, and the bone ballast was pierced in the flesh, which made Kilrog grin.

That's not enough, though!

Kilrog picked up the big axe that he had just taken off, the axe that had accompanied him to harvest the lives of countless prey, and at this time it had been cut into two knots from the middle. Kirrog simply used it as a pair of daggets, which he had used before, and thought he could use them well.

"Wait, Kilrog!" Drunken Wind stopped the orcs who wanted to charge again, "Will you use a hammer?" A very heavy two-handed hammer? ”

"A little." Although Kilrog didn't know why Zuifeng asked like this, he still replied in a hoarse voice, "It's not very proficient, but it doesn't use much proficient martial arts to deal with this big guy, anyway, it's so big, it's not biased." ”

"Next!" Drunken Wind took out the Hammer of Kazgros from the package, "Take this hammer and banish that big guy completely!" ”

Taking the hammer, Kilrog felt an unusual power, he felt that he was full of endless creativity, and then looked at Momol, who was destroying everything, and instinctively produced a strong disgust.

"Funny hammer." Kilrog smiled, "But it's surprisingly easy to use at this time." ”

With another charge, Kilrog collided with Momore for the third time.

"Something is wrong!" Kilrog found himself completely unable to mobilize the real power of the hammer, "It seems to have to absorb all of my power to use it." ”

"Haha, Mole Ant, is that what you can do?" Thinking that he had won the game, Momore began to laugh.

Kilrog didn't answer, and gathered all the strength of his body into the sledgehammer in his hand, which grew bigger and brighter as Kilrog's face grew older.

Momore also sensed that something was wrong, stopped his taunting, and chose to quickly deal with the guy in front of him who made him feel uneasy.

Kilrog faltered and charged—he realized that this might be his last.

Limped, but determined.

Momore's huge palms slapped towards Kilrog.

Kilrog didn't dodge, swinging a sledgehammer and slamming it into Momore's body.

This time, there was no sound from the collision.

Kilrog fell, delivering the final blow, and as a dried zombie, he forcibly used his life force to urge the hammer of Kazgros with his life force, and all the energy was sucked dry.

On the other side, the Sound Elemental Lord, who was hit by the hammer of Kazgros, was severely injured by this blow full of the power of order and creativity, and the summoning effect disappeared, and under the rejection of the world of Draenor, Momoror was unwilling to be banished back to the depths of the universe.

Oakington regained his composure.