In the Antagreqi Continent, the racial antagonism between Beamon and the elves can be said to have been around for a long time. The elves with elegant temperament and delicate countenances never looked down on Beamon, who was ugly in appearance and vulgar in manners; On the other hand, Beamon, who has a straightforward temperament and strong self-esteem, is also unaccustomed to looking at the elves who are empty-eyed and seem to be forever high. In addition, the hatred that has been extended since the era of the ancient elven empire and the killing grievances accumulated in the epic wars of the previous continent, Beamon and the elves have long become a recognized natural enemy race in the whole continent. Hence the well-known proverb that describes the bad relations between the two races: "Even if the world is chosen to be ruined, Beamon and the elves will never want to stand in the same trench." ”

And in front of him, Valyosha, the commander of the savage totem, turned out to be a hybrid of Beamon and elves, which was indeed completely unexpected by Moriarty. However, since he can summon the Whisper of the Blood Moon, a racial ability of the Blood Elves in a life-or-death situation, and at the same time possess the power of independent madness, the fact that Valyosha has both Beamon and Elven blood is no longer meaningful.

"An unfortunate fellow..."

A grotesque exclamation flashed through Moriarty's mind, but then, the black wand pointed at each other again, and a dazzling white light immediately shone on the tip of the wand.

"Boom!"

As if in response to the flash of a magic wand, a loud thunderclap instantly shook the entire castle. Everyone's ears seemed to be firing a row of huge cannons violently, and they were shocked to the point that their brains were foggy. Even those raging ogres were equally helpless and even more or less afraid in the midst of such terrible thunder. It can be seen that no matter how ferocious and brutal the creatures are, they still retain the instinctive fear of the soul for the "power of heaven and earth" such as lightning and thunder.

Before everyone could reflect from the terrifying thunder, a huge lightning bolt suddenly fell straight from the air. On the white electric pillar thicker than the mouth of the bowl, the terrifying electric rays are intertwined and entwined, emitting extremely dazzling light. Just the moment the lightning bolt appeared, a burning sensation of numbing souls had already flowed into every living body within the scope of the castle, making people tremble.

The next moment, a terrifying beam of lightning struck the top of Valyosha's head. And this time, the badly injured Savage Totem Commander no longer had time to dodge, and was slashed alive. It was only in the last moment before the lightning reached the top that Valyosha reluctantly raised the bayonet in his hand again, stabbing straight at the thunderbolt's blade, but he was powerless to stop the merciless fall of the lightning column.

For a moment, it was as if the entire battlefield had suddenly come to a standstill.

Hundreds of wide-open eyes, both human and thief, were fixed on Lightning and Valyosha at the same time.

Next, a brilliant white light flashed across the audience, blocking all sights at once.

A few seconds later, when someone barely opened their red and swollen eyes and tried to look into the past, only Valyosha was left in the blurred vision, lying on his side on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"The mighty Savage Totem Commander was struck down by a terrible bolt of lightning!?" Both the Dora caravan and the thieves were stunned.

And just as the audience was silent, Moriarty's black wand was pointed at Valyosha for the third time, who had suffered a terrible blow from the second-level qi spell "Thunderbolt Lightning".

"Stop!" Suddenly, a tsunami-like roar resounded inside and outside the castle.

Immediately, the stunned crowd followed the voice, only to see the Beamon Shaman roar and leap up from a gap outside the castle, and then, like a dark cloud filled with angry thunder, flew directly over the heads of dozens of people, and pounced on the Moriati inside the castle.

Before it even hit the ground, the black iron rod weighing hundreds of pounds had already fallen towards the mage's shoulder with the ferocity of thunder. If it is smashed this time, even if Moriarty himself is made of stainless steel, I am afraid that most of it will be destroyed. …,

However, in the face of the old brother's full force flying rod blow, Moriarty was completely indifferent, just staying in place and motionless.

But Moriarty's man didn't move, but his wand did. Another green glow of magic lit up silently, but his target was not Valyosha, who knew whether he was alive or dead.

At the same time, White with a spiked shield appeared like an iron gate between Moriarty and the frantically smashing iron staff. At his feet, the aura of the shield of thorns floated unruly. And the outer layer of his steel armor has also been covered with a faint layer of green-skinned magic.

A loud bang rang out to the sky, and the black iron staff fell heavily on the Cauchy gold shield made of a special alloy like a deadly thunderbolt. Instantly, countless fiery crimson sparks flew into the air, along with clusters of tiny spike fragments. White snorted at the same time, and his whole body was almost half-blown by the impact. And the layer of magic stone skin that surrounded the surface of its steel armor was also completely shattered in an instant. But even so, it finally blocked the terrible rod blow.

Correspondingly, the old Brotherton, who hit White fiercely, was just as bad. The power of the Thorn Shield's aura instantly bounced back the great damage inflicted on the enemy by the shaman. It could be seen that the right arm of the old Gordon's staff from the palm to the elbow had completely cracked apart after the rebounding attack, and a large stream of blood mixed with cyan shredded flesh and white bone residue had been sprinkled on the ground, as if a bomb had exploded in his forearm.

But the old shaman seemed to have no perception at all, and the moment he landed, he swept with a fierce cane, knocking back White, who was half-kneeling on the ground before he could stand up, and spat blood directly from his mouth. He stepped out of the way and came to Wa Liaosha's side, sheltering him behind him.

At this moment, the old ogre standing alone in the castle stood majestically like a high mountain, and its back, which had been bent deeply, was also straight, making it impossible not to look up.

Of course, the old ogre's second blow still inflicted heavy damage on himself, and his entire right palm was almost split in half.

At this moment, Moriarty suddenly dodged out from behind White, and at the same time raised his arms flat, straight in the direction of Shaman Bimon. This time, however, instead of holding his wand's right arm, the mage was raised, but his left, which seemed empty.

"It's ......"

For a moment, the old ogre was keenly aware of a faint orange glow in Moriarty's sleeve. As a loyal servant of the god of war and a powerful Beamon shaman, Old Gordon was the first to realize the terrifying killing power contained in that orange light.

"Let's go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old ogre immediately bent down and picked up Valyosha on the ground, and at the same time turned to crowd towards the crowd on the other side of the castle, intending to allow the enemy to throw a mouse-bogey, not daring to lightly launch the terrifying killing weapon on his arm.

It's a pity that Old Goton's movements can't be as ghostly and swift as Valyosha after all. With just one step, Moriarty's arm crossbow pulled the trigger, and a three-edged crossbow arrow with a small orange-yellow light flew out and shot straight at Shaman Bimon.

After only a hundredth of a second of pause, the old brother suddenly roared, and at the same time used all his strength to throw the Valyosha in his left hand far away from the Chebao to the north, while he half-turned and flew up the iron rod and smashed down the armor-piercing blasting arrow.

"Boom!"

With a violent explosion, a tiny but terrifying fiery mushroom cloud rose from inside the castle. The shockwave of flames and qi instantly expanded from the entire fire cloud that engulfed the old ogre, engulfing a single qiē within a five-meter radius nearby, even those who were seriously injured and a few other scattered members of the Doro caravan who had been placed nearby. Farther away, the outer perimeter of the castle was also hit by the aftermath of the violent explosion, and a large number of humans and barbarian thieves were directly swept to the ground by the scorching storm that swept in front of them. …,

However, before the orange flame of the tiny mushroom cloud could fall, four more armor-piercing blasting arrows shot out of Moriarty's crossbow one after another, aiming at the four ogres who were frantically demolishing the castle in different directions.

In an instant, as if the end had come, four brand-new mushroom clouds danced with the embracement of the god of fire and death, and were placed in the four corners of the castle.

In the clouds of fire, countless fragments of flesh and blood were directly vaporized or burned into char. On the ground, the four ogres were gone, leaving only the pitch-black craters and the small debris scattered around the craters.

Because it was selected to find the gap where the thieves were most crowded, in addition to the complete split of the ogre, there were also a large number of barbarian thieves around it who were affected by the explosive flames of the armor-piercing blasting arrows, and they were also killed on the spot.

From a distance, the entire castle looks like a giant fireworks bonsai, and the thieves are like ants clinging to the edge of the pot, and the bones of the "beautiful" fire that suddenly erupts are gone.

In the center of the castle, the first mushroom cloud finally dispersed slightly, and a huge black shadow suddenly staggered out of the orange-yellow firelight, but only ran a few steps in the direction of Moriarty before falling to its knees. Clusters of sparks and scorched skin and muscles peeled off from the black shadow one after another with such a kneeling action, like a dense drizzle, directly exposing the gray-black arm bones and ribs.

It turned out to be the old Gordon of the Beamon Shaman who was attacked head-on by the armor-piercing blast arrow but still survived tenaciously. But at this moment, this powerful old ogre has finally reached the end of the crossbow, and the fire of life is about to be extinguished

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