Karl haunted the Abyss Lord like a kraft candy stuck to Manolos. The Abyssal Lord frantically swung the Abyssal Blade in his hand, but Karl's form dodged like a ghost without a trace.

Newspaper after report, Manolos finally realized what it felt like to be a scoundrel to a close enemy.

"Boom!"

He simply threw the Abyssal Blade at Karl, and as expected, 'Hell' passed through Karl's body and slammed into the walls of the palace, and Karl's figure dissipated like smoke. Manolos' seemingly clumsy body turned abruptly, and its nimble movements widened the eyes of the upper elves hiding in the corner.

Manolos's fist slammed into Carl's fist with a loud sound that made the elven mages' ears tingle, and this was just the beginning.

Like a phantom, Karl continued to appear everywhere in Manolos, his fist with hundreds of tons of power slammed into the Abyss Lord like a meteor. Manolos naturally couldn't block all the attacks, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, the Abyss Lord directly ate most of Karl's fists, and those punches that hit his neck, wing roots, abdomen and other weak parts were blocked by him one by one.

Although he was a little embarrassed, the Abyss Lord finally held his ground.

"It's not that I don't say it! Karl El-" Manolos began to crack his mouth again, "you are the toughest opponent I've ever met, and you can be proud that you can make me lay down my arms and fight!" ”

"I'll be even more proud to kill you!"

"Ha~ha~ha-"

Manolos stretched out his hand and blocked Karl's incoming fist, trying to hold it in his hand, but the wings behind him slammed and flew Karl out.

"You think my strength is due to the weapons given to me by Lord Sargeras?!"

Isn't it? The high-level elven mages slandered in their hearts that if they didn't need weapons, they had to fight that hateful guy like a barbarian, even if they didn't use weapons, they could use magic. The elven mages admired the magic of the Destroyer.

"If that's what you think, then I'd be very happy."

Manolos stopped suddenly, and green flames burst out of his body like a volcanic eruption. The Abyss Lord was like a demon god who had come out of the flames of hell, and flames were boiling all over his body, even exhaling from his nostrils.

"I'll let you know what kind of mistake you put - a mistake that you can't afford to bear!"

Manolos' hands were raised in the air, and his mouth was rapidly chanting a spell, and Karl's eyes turned red, and a red ray of heat struck Manolos's head, trying to interrupt the Abyss Lord's spell.

With a wave of Manolos' hand, a green flame met the beam that was shooting straight at him. Red and green collide together, light and flame constantly compete and intertwine, you come and go.

Karl lowered his head and flew up, circling around the other side of Manolos, and the fiery red ray also shifted, and the Abyss Lord controlled the magic flame with one hand and also kept Carl's heat ray in check, and the spell in his mouth was completed. Carl felt the whole room suddenly heat up, and even the air seemed to burn.

The upper elven mages were already staggering with red faces, gasping for air, greedily carving air into their lungs. Seeing that something was wrong, Harvey quickly opened a huge barrier to separate the mages from himself and the two who were fighting, which allowed these elven mages to escape the fate of suffocation.

Huge green fireballs appeared on the top of the palace, as if they had suddenly appeared from the void, and the fireballs smashed towards Carl like a meteor shower.

It's really the signature skill of the Burning Legion - Meteor Shower!

Carl smiled coldly, this is not a game! This kind of large-scale spell attack is a bit difficult for most people to deal with, but not Carl.

Like bullet time in The Matrix, the trajectory of each fireball landing was calculated clearly by Carl, and he didn't even use his superhuman speed to dodge, like a leisurely walk after dinner, the fireball of the meteor rain grazed Carl's body and crashed into the ground, and the attacked palace shook violently again.

The meteor shower's attacks were all set on display, and Manolos didn't care, this kind of large-scale spell was not meant to be used against an enemy like Karl. The Abyss Lord's massive body rushed towards Karl with heavy steps, two black balls of light shooting out of his fists.

Wraiths from the abyss wailed and scrambled to Karl.

Taking a deep breath, the air exhaled forward sharply slowed down the speed of the wraiths, and the heat rays activated, and the wraiths watched in horror as their smoke-like spirits were evaporated into air by the heat and flames, and completely disappeared into the world.

"Die!"

Manolos' fists burned with green fire of evil energy and slammed into Cal.

Karl's fists, condensed by golden light, met Manolos.

Natural adversary! The purity of the Holy Light and the chaos of the evil energy hated each other, representing two opposing beliefs, and the Fist of the Holy Light and the Evil Flame Fist slammed together in a powerful explosion.

The powerful impact shook the bodies of the two men, and then swung their fists at each other again.

Bursts of thunder suddenly sounded in the palace, and they began to shake continuously! Harvey and the upper elven mages no longer heeded Manolos' orders and fled outside the palace.

Manolos didn't care about the escape of his men, he had been completely aroused by Karl's anger and desire to fight, and the Abyss Lord now had only one enemy in his eyes. Manolos swung his fists in a staggered manner, bringing up a string of green phantoms, and Karl had no time to be surprised that 'Ma Fat' had such superb hand-to-hand combat skills.

Intense holy light continued to pour out of his body, and the golden light enveloped Karl in it, like a round of sun, and under the holy light, all evil would be dispersed.

The rough fight between the two smashed the entire palace to pieces like a king of destruction, and the enchantment laid by the elven mages also crumbled, and the cracks between the walls and the ground of the palace became more and more wider.

"Boom!"

Harves turned to look back at the top of the high palace, and the barrier set up by the mages finally couldn't withstand the blows of the two strong men, and shattered like glass, and huge stones flew out of the palace.

Harvey couldn't help but tremble, fortunately there was only one powerful enemy like Karl, otherwise even if the Creator Lord was incomparably powerful, but the whip was beyond the reach, Harvey would probably be suspicious of the Burning Legion.

You're wondering!

The sudden sound in his head made Harvey stunned, and beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly broke out like rain.

"No, great Lord Sargeras! I'm just horrified by the failure of the plan, I ...... I'm disappointed! ”

Yes, you have disappointed me, Lord of the Night Elves.

The voice was calm, but the calmer it was, the more frightened Harvey became. The Night Elf Counsellor couldn't even think of a lie or excuse to concoct.

Don't let me down.

Harveys breathed a sigh of relief as Sargeras's voice rang out, feeling that the Creator's mind had left his mind, and the Night Elf Counsellor raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the top of his head.

"Damn! I almost forgot! ”

Harvey's face suddenly darkened, and Sargeras's warning woke him up, and the elven counsellor remembered that he had a captive of his own - that he intended to sacrifice him to Sargeras as a gift from the Demon Lord to Azeroth.

The elven counsellor hurried to the palace where he had seized Malfurion, where the white crystal was still lying quietly. Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, and with a wave of his hand, the white crystal flew into his hand.

Harvis's relaxed smile suddenly froze on his face, and a long crack in the crystal seemed to mock him wantonly-

"Harveys!"

A familiar and hateful figure that only the Night Elf Counsellor could see appeared at the window of the palace, Malfurion's body seemed to be shrouded in unseen energy, and the druid's bright eyes were staring coldly at Harvey.

"Your time of death has come—!" (To be continued.) )