Rumble!

The fireball exploded in response, and the shockwave launched a ring of flames in mid-air, rolling out dozens of meters before dissipating. That rock-solid figure did not pause, breaking through the waves of fire and continuing to smash downward.

A third-order warrior and a rock fighter, Tudor is two and a half meters tall, as strong as a dragon, with long hair tied into a shawl and hung down on both sides, and the whole person is full of wildness. He wore no armor, only red leather armor covered in scales, and held a double-edged axe the size of a round table, the surface of which was covered with delicate and quaint patterns.

Looking at Tudor who had passed through the ring of fire unscathed, Manranor waved his daughter Vanessa into the distance, and raised his hand to pull out the milky white gem on the tip of the bright wood staff.

"Wearing dragon scale armor and holding the Krusolokne-Blade of Chaos, where did you get these things?" Manranor sneered grimly as he pulled out a fiery red hexagonal gem and placed it on top of the Bright Wood Staff.

The dragon scale armor is made of black dragon skin, which is very resistant to fire magic, and the Krusolokon - Blade of Chaos is a battle axe made by the Red Dragons, which has demon-breaking properties. These two pieces of equipment were obviously prepared to deal with him.

Tudor smiled "hey", but did not answer, but just cut off his head.

Tong!

The tomahawk slashed at the rocky pavement, the ground shook like a drum, and countless pieces of rubble were catapulted into the air before falling. Tudor slowly stood up with an axe in one hand, his back against the monstrous flames, his majestic body dyed red like a demon god.

Thirty meters to his side, Manranor took shape and began to chant incantations with a waving staff.

Unlike ordinary magicians' staffs, which are only used to gather mana, Manlanor is different in that the swing of his staff implies some kind of rhythm, as if he is drawing with a pen.

"Short, pester him, don't let him recite the incantation." Tudor shouted at Manranor, leaned forward, and flew abruptly, hitting the ground. His speed was so fast that it made a sound of breaking through the air, and the flames on both sides of the street seemed to be attracted to him, stretching out countless tongues of fire towards him, but none of them could catch up.

Shout!

"Slash!" In an instant, Tudor shouted violently and raised his axe to slash.

As if he was asleep, his eyes were lowered, his mouth was moaning, and the staff in his hand was constantly being traced, and the jewel on the top of the staff was gradually sketched in the shape of a bird. Tudor rushed forward, his figure fluttering back and forth, his red magic robes swaying like fire.

"Quick!" Tudor slashed through the air with an axe and shouted loudly, urging Short to get on the board. At the same time, his body did not stop, and the force under his feet soared into the air, and then slashed down from above, and the huge battle axe with a crescent-like blade, like Mount Tai pressed the top.

Manranor gritted his teeth and retreated, the staff in his hand sketched faster, and the pattern of the firebird was finally completed.

Phew!

As Manranor pointed his staff on the firebird's eyes, the firebird's eyes suddenly opened, let out a piercing chirp, and spread its wings, flying towards Tudor, who had once again split into the air.

At this moment, Schott's army of carrion arrived, and in the raging fire, countless carrion corpses rushed over on all fours like wild beasts, and in the blink of an eye, Manranor was surrounded in the middle. Like a tide of sea corpses screaming in unison, the converging waves were visible to the naked eye, and even Manranor, the firewalker, was shocked to the point that his eyes turned black.

"Burn you!" Manranor hissed and roared, raised his staff and swung it violently, sending a large wave of fire out, and the front row of rotting corpses was immediately ignited. However, at this time, there were still thousands of rotting corpses, and they did not know the pain, they were fearless, and they rushed up one after another, and even pressed down the fire and rushed over again.

Manranor gritted his teeth and swung his staff, spilling flames.

He had a big battle with Cheng Xiaotian before, and then he fought Tudor again, at this time the magic power was almost exhausted, but the rotting corpses were endless, and it didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and he could only rely on the magic power accumulated in the gem to support him now.

On the other side, the firebird that Manranor had just sent out flew in front of Tudor, this firebird was sent out only after Manranor had exhausted his magic power, although it looked inconspicuous, Tudor did not dare to slack off. He held Lokamil Ilomanhisi in front of him and watched cautiously.

To his surprise, the firebird with the size of the basin did not hit its head or explode, and when it was about to hit the axe, it suddenly folded its wings and turned to fly by.

"Elemental Spiritism!" Tudor was shocked, suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly chased the firebird and swept past.

His axe was so powerful that it was faster than lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it struck the tail of the firebird. Unexpectedly, the firebird flapped its wings slightly, rolled upside down, and swept over his head, and his long hair was immediately set on fire.

"Ahh Tudor was mad and chased after him with his tomahawk, and the firebird flew up and down like a living thing, dodging a deviant blow that left a burning mark on him from time to time.

In the sky, Cheng Xiaotian looked at Manla Nuoer who was fighting to the death below, and sincerely admired that this handsome blood elf was too fierce, and he could not fall behind with one enemy and two enemies. However, his reckless magic power will not last long.

Yin Yin smiled, the sword light exploded in the air, and Cheng Xiaotian began to dive straight down, and below him, which huge wind rider was hanging in the air.

In the flames in the sky, this cold star was not inconspicuous at all, and it was not until Cheng Xiaotian plunged headlong into the wind master's heavenly spirit with his sword light that it realized that it was not good.

The flying sword focused on the top of the wind rider's head, Cheng Xiaotian's sword finger rotated rapidly, and the flying sword was pulled into a drill bit by spiritual power, and it drilled into the wind rider's skull, and suddenly the flesh and blood splashed, and the wind rider let out a miserable scream.

Below, Tudor could not cut down the firebird, and the harassed heart was impetuous, when he suddenly heard the wailing of his mount, and his heart was immediately anxious. Under the ruthlessness, he castrated with an axe, and his waist suddenly exerted force, and his toes touched the ground, and began to spin violently.

Cheng Xiaotian's left hand quickly sketched, and the Heaven-Breaking Golden Talisman was completed in an instant, the flying sword was just exhausted, his sword trick was pulled back, and the awl-like golden talisman was slapped into the wind rider's brain by his palm.

With a "sass", a little golden light pierced out of the wind rider's chin, and exploded with a line of blood, and the essence of the wind rider's eyes turned dead gray, and a heavy breath erupted from his nostrils, and his huge body fell weakly.

Directly below it, Tudor spun faster and faster, like a spinning top whipped hard. The cold light on the blade of the axe suddenly spread, extending into a silver ring with a diameter of more than a zhang, and the magic firebird had no time to escape, and was swept by the edge, and exploded into a ball of fire with a wail.

Tudor's round battle axe swirled into a huge ring of fire with a fierce fire, and it was not until the flames were completely extinguished that it staggered to a halt. With such a violent spin, anyone will be dizzy......

In a daze, Tudor felt that the air pressure above his head suddenly became heavier, accompanied by the sound of "whirring" wind. When I looked up, I saw a huge shadow pressing down like a mountain, less than 10 meters above my head!

Tudor endured his nausea, and rushed out of the way, plunging headlong into a burning house. The houses that had long been burned to the point of no structure immediately collapsed, and the flames suddenly rose half a day high.

Tong!

The huge corpse of the Wind Rider fell to the ground, and the shock wave spread, and the nearby houses immediately collapsed in a large area, and the street suddenly rose like a hearth that had been stirred up by fire, and the fire rose sharply, burning into a sea of purgatory.

Suddenly, a large area of burning broken wood exploded, and a body rushed out of the fire, it was none other than Tudor. At this time, his long hair was burned to the ground, as if he was spraying sparks, and the dragon scale armor on his body was burned red by the high temperature, as if he was wearing a soldering iron!

"Who is it?!" Tudor roared in the sky, only to see a little blue starlight in the sea of fire, flickering back and forth.

Cheng Xiaotian's arrogant words came from the starlight: "It's me, the lord of this land."