This is a collision of knives and blood, and it is also a clash between races, whether these Naga are willing to admit it or not, even if they don't count the powerful magicians behind the elves, their combat power and the group of elves in front of them are not at the same level at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was a completely crushing situation, and the neat and orderly elven battle array continued to advance like a steel fortress, forcing a bloody path in the wraps of countless Naga warriors around it.

In the face of this life-and-death decision, there are Naga who have fled, but more are desperate and angry to rush forward.

It's just that most of the Naga warriors haven't approached before the sharp spears that come out of the gaps in the shields stabbed at them.

At the forefront of the battle between the two sides, the front line of contact was like a grinding plate of flesh and blood, grinding everything in front of it into bursting minced flesh and crimson plasma.

The wind is whining, the blood is dancing!

The originally quiet night slowly faded away in the roar and shouting of the angry sea, and even the stars and bright moon in the sky seemed unwilling to see such a bloody picture, allowing the dark clouds to obscure their vision.

And in the collision of iron and fire again and again, the night also became deeper.

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"Namia!"

Sensing the sudden splash of blood, Cole let out an earth-shattering roar of rage, and his wrinkled face suddenly became older at this moment.

The other party is the first warrior of the Naga tribe, who has led his people to repel the invading enemy many times, and after experiencing the most brutal collision, this strong warrior who has just broken through the fortress of the elven camp with his own strength blocked the rain of arrows, but still did not suffer from the sudden surge of ghostly light.

Anger began to burn in the old man's eyes like substance, and the magic power that had accumulated in his body for an unknown amount of time began to surge wildly, and ripples that were imperceptible to ordinary people were spreading wildly in the void.

The flames were boiling, the ice was dancing wildly, and then the two completely different, even clashing violent energies stretched out with the old palm that was mottled like tree bark, but it slowly calmed down, and then began to shrink back at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if suppressing something.

Feeling the astonishing magic fluctuations in the void, the faces of the several elven magicians who were originally confronting Cole and the others also changed, and the expressions that had been playful before were all covered by solemnity at this time.

The two completely different forces of flame and ice were comforted by the old man's full strength, like an ignorant baby entrenched on his side, and the astonishing heat and extreme cold made Naga and the elves who were originally about to approach this direction all unable to help but retreat.

The heavy wheezing of "......" was like the breath of a wild bull, bringing out bursts of hot white gas.

Sometimes his body seemed to be mercilessly scorched in flames, and sometimes it seemed to be enveloped and swallowed by endless cold, and the two different forces were like bloodthirsty devils, constantly tormenting Cole while also rapidly devouring the only vitality in his body.

Wave after wave of intense pain, it continued to invade every skin and bone on Cole's body, and every moment, it seemed as if countless ants were constantly biting his body.

However, those eyes that had long been dim and godless released a surging killing intent at this time, and even the incomparably intense pain could not devour his mind.

"Is this the price of using the extreme power of the body......" Feeling the two tyrannical forces constantly rampage in his body, Cole couldn't help but sigh.

His body has long been decayed, even if he has survived for decades with a drop of elven spring, his physical functions have still dropped to the limit, if it weren't for the fact that he has been reining in his own magic fluctuations all these years and letting himself be in a semi-deep state, I am afraid that he would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

However, the purpose of his life is not to be today.

An indescribable smile rose at the corners of his mouth, Cole laughed and opened his arms, and then two brilliant wings, one red and one white, suddenly appeared behind him.

The flames are like mountains, and the ice is like tides!

The blazing flames and the pale and cold ice were thus intertwined, and the two completely different forces blended and condensed in the hedge again and again, and then gradually merged into one.

And then, it suddenly erupted!

The violent and oppressive aura came like a flood of embankments, as if it was about to swallow the world.

The elven mages in front of him had already retreated a lot as soon as the magic power around them changed drastically, and then cautiously guarded against the other party's actions.

The initiative of the war is already in their hands, as long as those head-to-head elven warriors crush those nagas, then the final result is doomed.

However, feeling the majestic power that surged up again, the faces of the elven mages were also gloomy to the extreme.

The Grim Reaper's scythe was already on their chests, and it was obviously impossible to retreat, and the only thing they could do at this time was to fight back.

The cyan light rippled like a curtain of water, and the rich breath of life suddenly burst out at this moment.

And with the rapid movements of several elven mages, the cyan canopy that originally occupied an area actually blended with each other with the ripples and fluctuations that continued to spread.

"Boom-" Like a stone falling into the water, the astonishing power of ice and fire intertwined in front of the cyan light curtain brought out ripples that spread continuously, and then seemed to sink to the bottom of the water.

Sensing the slowly curtailing magic fluctuations, several elven mages were also relieved, but before they could relax, the more violent power erupted again, and then wave after wave, like endless raging waves on the sea, ruthlessly crushed over.

Then, the fiery red and icy white swallowed up all the colors in front of him......

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Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Cole slowly recovered from the afterglow of the dream, the brutal battle that had brought their Naga to the point where they were now, and the bloody scene had become a haunting nightmare for him.

Regardless, they survived, and the Naga might be able to rise again, or even create an even brighter glory.

However, it was impossible for him not to see that scene.

Feeling the fading vitality in his body, the old man also sighed helplessly.

"High priest, it's not good......" The tent in front of him was directly opened by a Naga who looked extremely flustered, and then the staccato and seemingly extremely rapid words spat out from the other party's mouth made the old man's face change again with one foot in the gates of hell.

The end of the Naga is coming!

ps: Thanks to the "215****44" pro for the 100 coin reward.