"I'm going to kill you~!"

Kenoz's angry voice came from the mist, and Karl landed and let out a breath that blew away the smoke.

Kenoz stared at Carl fiercely, and a point of light like a grain of sand suddenly appeared on Carl's body, and Carlton felt that his body was as heavy as an old ox cart, and every movement became extremely slow, and even his own thinking began to slow down.

He had seen Nozdorm cast the time magic on Deathwing, but the effect of watching it was obviously not as real as it was to experience it in person, and despite the preparation for this magic, Carl still couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Fierce light rushed out from Carl's body, the power of holy light does not mean peace and kindness, everything has its two sides, at this moment, the holy light surging in Carl's body seems to be a little violent, violently dispersing the sand of Carl's body, that is, Carl has a strong physique support, otherwise, the power of the violent holy light may have destroyed his master's body before dispelling the magic of time.

Breaking free from the cage of time, Carl felt that the feeling of freedom was indescribable, and although there was a plan to deal with it, Carl did not want to experience it again, and Kenoz watched in surprise as Carl lifted his magic and panicked about to cast another spell.

Karl clearly wouldn't give him a chance to do it easily, and the whistling fist slammed into Kenoz's jaw, sending the dragon's head high in the air from the impact. Revealing the scales under his neck, Carl's eyes lit up in line with the creed of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and two churning rays of flame **** came out.

Dragons have reverse scales, and they will be angry when they touch them.

The dragon breed of Azeroth is different, and there is no such thing as a reverse scale. The ultra-high temperature of the rays clearly exceeded the limit that Kenoz could bear, and several golden dragon scales were lifted from the cracks by the rays and flew out in a rain of blood.

Kenoz let out a roar of pain, and the earth-shattering sound caused the Alliance and Horde soldiers to feel pain in their eardrums, and they threw down their weapons to cover their ears.

Kenoz's figure began to become transparent, with a flicker of ripples. Carl's eyes became fierce, this guy wants to escape, it's really spineless-

The bronze dragon was the smallest of the five-colored dragons, and the body of an adult bronze dragon was even the size of a half-adult black dragon, and Carl quickly came behind Kenoz, grabbing his tail with both hands.

Kenoz tried to run away, but Karl grabbed his tail as tightly as he had roots. The bronze dragon turned back angrily and spat out a mouthful of dragon breath at Carl, a kind of dragon breath that Carl had never seen before, not the flames of the red dragon, nor the poisonous mist of the green dragon, a cloud of yellow mist the color of sand surrounded Carl.

Just in case, Carl mobilized the light energy in his body and converted it into holy light to protect himself tightly. Protected by the dazzling light, Karl could clearly see that the stones on the ground quickly began to weather, shatter, turn into gravel, and then crumble into dirt in the yellow mist, until finally turned into a cloud of ashes, which was swept away by the wind.

That's the power of time?!!!!

Karl felt a chill in his heart, and then increased the conversion of light energy and the protection of holy light. It is undeniable that his strength and body are stronger than dragons, but he can't stop the passage of time, and Kryptonians will also get old, but Superman absorbs the light energy of the sun, constantly repairs and gives birth to his cells, and even integrates into them to protect them, which makes him seem immortal.

But if the passage of time exceeds the limit of what he can replenish, I am afraid that even Superman will be reduced to a pile of ashes by this magic, and then dissipated into the air.

This kind of power is obviously not something that can be used at will, and after Carl found that Kenoz spit out the dragon's breath, the strength of the struggle suddenly became much smaller, and the magic he cast was also blocked by Carl's holy light shield.

A long delay means many hitches. Carl didn't want to get himself in trouble.

In the stunned eyes of the soldiers, Karl dragged Kenoz's tail and flew up, just like the previous Pick-Kargas, the poor bronze dragon was like a struggling big lizard, flapping its wings and dancing dragon claws in a panic, and the wind that rolled up made the soldiers even unsteady on their feet, but these guys were not deterred, but hugged each other, squinting their eyes against the wind and still staring at the scene in the air with great interest.

The dragon's body was not only larger than Kargas, but also dozens of times the weight of Kargas, and even the smallest bronze dragon was too large in the eyes of the soldiers to be irreparably large.

Now, the creatures, which were so stressed and unable to breathe just by their size, were dragged in their hands by Carl, who had a body the size of them, and smashed to the ground like rice.

"Boom!"

The ground shook like an earthquake, and the soldiers, who had been blown by the wind and were unsteady on their feet, suddenly staggered to the ground, and countless pieces of rubble and mud fell from the sky like a torrential rain, which was smashed by the bronze dragon, and a huge crater appeared in the solid ground, and the walls of the pit were sprinkled with red blood.

"Boom!" "Bang!" "Smack!"

The sound of the continuous crash was more deafening than the drums of war, and the soldiers of the Alliance and Horde could no longer bear the falling stones in all directions, and they retreated, looking at the dragons in the sky from afar.

It's not uncommon for a creature like a dragon to be picked around at the top of the food chain, and the soldiers love to see it, and they don't want to miss it.

Orgrim, who had been helped aside by the adjutant to rest, quietly looked at the position of the Alliance soldiers, and he did not give up the intention of breaking out, but met the mocking eyes of Marcus and Reginald in amazement.

"I knew this guy wasn't going to give in easily, huh-" Reginald's face was full of contempt and mockery, and although he couldn't hear his voice, Orgrim still felt his face heat up.

He kept telling himself that all the humiliation was for the re-emergence of the Horde, and he was a little surprised that the two young commanders were able to remain vigilant against the enemy in such a situation, and since the alliance was ready, he had to give up his plan to break through the chaos.

As for the previous promise with Lothar, for the sake of the Horde, he could carry all the infamy. Orgrim gave Reginald and Marcus a kind smile, but the latter didn't hesitate to give him a middle finger......

Orgrim's eyelids couldn't help but lift, and he tried his best to endure it, snorted coldly, twisted his head to the side, and looked at Carl, who was still in the air.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, when would the tribe be able to regain its former glory and rise again in the face of such an incredibly powerful enemy. From the eyes of his own soldiers, in addition to the lack of fighting spirit, Orgrim noticed the complex look flashing in their eyes, there was fear and worship-

Ogrim's heart sank deeper and deeper......

Kenoz was already half-dead, and Carl took Kenoz's tail around a few times, flung it into the sky with all his might, and then quickly picked up the great royal sword that Kenoz had thrown to the ground and chased after him.

"Huh~"

This holy sword that had been manipulated by Kenoz seemed to awaken its own consciousness, and a light full of anger burst out from the sword, Karl was slightly surprised, he didn't expect this holy sword to be really conscious, although it didn't look very mature. The sharp blade of the Grand Royal Sword slid effortlessly through the wound in Kenoz's neck.

The pain in his heart made Kenoz wake up, this young bronze dragon obviously lacked sufficient combat experience, or he had never encountered such a critical moment, and Kenoz's first reaction after waking up was not to fight hard, but to escape. It's a pity that Carl won't give him such a chance, and Karl won't do anything about fighting snakes and leaving the undead behind.

Stirring the Great Royal Sword vigorously, and then pulling it out violently, the hot dragon blood suddenly drenched Carl from head to toe, Kenoz let out a terrible roar, and was immediately hit on the head by Carl's punch from top to bottom, and once again flapped his wings weakly and indiscriminately, and the bronze dragon fell to the ground with a rain of blood.

Karl looked at the blood that was still dripping from the Great Royal Sword, and smiled wickedly:

"It turns out that the blood of the bronze dragon is also red......"

Carl thought that the bronze dragon, a species that travels through time and space, would have golden blood like in some fantasy novels. )