Looking at the two crystal porcelain bottles in his hand, Lao Tang smacked his lips, but in a trance, there was a wisp of "every drink and peck are a fixed number, and there is a providence in the dark".

When he first collected Manolos' demon blood, Old Tang really didn't have a "foreseeable" purpose, and he wanted to collect a little bit purely out of curiosity about the sequelae of Yan Zòng's "Ten Perfect Great Tonic Pills", and when he had time to find a professional to study it. Even if Old Tang had a faint premonition in his mind that he would use these filthy and evil blood, he didn't expect that this day would come so soon......

The dark green blood in the crystal alchemy bottle was still muddy even in the morning light. And when Don uncorked the bottle, a disgusting stench like rotten eggs came to his face.

Let's be honest...... It's disgusting!

"Goode! You can't touch this thing! ”

Seeing Old Tang's action of uncorking the bottle, the hell roaring on the side immediately stretched out his hand and shouted to dissuade him.

"To drink... I drink it myself, too! ”

No one in this world has a better say in the aftermath of this thing than Hellroar. The huge tyrannical power in the demon's blood is more destructive to the body, the key is that the tyrannical and bloodthirsty factor contained in the blood will affect the temperament and thoughts of those who drink the demon's blood, and become more brutal and crazy......

The roar of hell, which finally killed Manolos to regain his freedom and redeem himself, naturally won't watch Old Tang repeat his mistakes!

"Grom...... Do we have any options? ”

Old Tang showed a wry smile, stared at the battle in the distance, and muttered, "I only know that I just admit it...... I'm not reconciled! ”

On the battlefield ahead, the Burning Legion's massive demonic army, under the leadership of the powerful Akmund, crumbled the coalition's defenses. Akmund, a polluter with a cat-and-mouse mentality, beat the three Medivan alone without temper, and stubbornly suppressed the signs of the three masters of Cenarius, Medivan, and Illidan trying to fight back and fight for the initiative.

"It's this battle that I'm leading to fight the brothers of the Dragon Wrestling Legion! They trusted and adored me unreservedly, even at the cost of their lives for my orders and decisions...... Now that the form of the coalition forces is in jeopardy, how can I leave them behind and stand idly by? ”

"Bring my brothers and comrades-in-arms back to their parents, wives and children intact... It's my responsibility! For the sake of this commitment...... I don't mind paying any price! ”

"I'm going to fight side by side with my comrades!"

His heartfelt words made Lao Tang's original hesitant and hesitant mentality gradually become unwavering and unwavering. Compared to the success or failure of the coalition army, Kalimdo's safety, whether he will become an "evil minotaur" is really nothing!

With the stubbornness of Old Tang. Now that you have made up your mind, you will no longer drag your feet and hesitate. After thinking about it, Old Tang endured the sharp pain in his shoulders and groped out two bottles of indigo potion from the magic backpack on his waist, and threw one bottle to Hell Roar:

"It's a goblin masterpiece, although it doesn't taste very good. But it works. Those little things have been refined from the blood of trolls and the mixed herbs of demon spirits to make this strange indigo potion, which is better at regenerating wounds than any priest or shaman. ”

As he spoke, Old Tang had already tilted his neck and poured the regenerative potion into his mouth in one go.

"You bastard, you actually gave me goblin stuff to drink!" The orc god of war is not a forward-looking, mother-in-law. Seeing that Lao Tang had made up his mind, he let go of his worries and stopped persuading, smiled and scolded Lao Tang, and also drank all the medicine in his hand in one go.

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Prior to this, even though he had been urgently treated by his legendary aunt Margasa* Terror Totem. The power of the elements was spread fatally, and he was almost wrapped in a mummy, but time was urgent, and with the power of Magatha, he could only stabilize the injury and not continue to deteriorate.

Old Tang's entire left shoulder was almost crushed by the collision of spells, and his entire left arm hung weakly to the side. There were countless large and small, deep and shallow wounds on the upper and lower parts of the body, almost all the collarbones were broken, and most of the ribs in the chest were broken. It stands to reason that such an injury, even if it is based on the perverted body element of Lao Tang. Without a month or two of cultivation, it is definitely not good.

And now that a bottle of unpalatable regeneration potion was in his stomach, Old Tang's body suddenly became warm. Old Tang could even feel the cells in his body dividing and multiplying wildly, almost roughly repairing the wounds on his body.

A miracle happened, at least that's what Old Don thought. The Minotaur warrior was surprised to find that when he drank the potion, his arms began to connect to his shoulders on their own, the shredded wounds grew on their own, and even the bones that had been broken and put back together were rapidly reinforced. After a moment, he waved his left arm. Old Tang found that his arm had fully recovered.

Old Tang, who had recovered most of his injuries, finally stood up from the ground, moved his body in good spirits, and looked at the demonic blood dead pig in his hand and teased without being afraid of boiling water:

"Ge Laozi! I hope you don't get this thing a makeover and turn it into a monster! Otherwise, how to hook up with a girl! ”

Throwing out a bottle of demonic blood and throwing it to the roar of hell, who was also injured, Old Tang made a toasting gesture with the alchemy bottle in his hand, and said with a stern expression:

"Victory or death!"

"Victory or death!"

Hellroar also looked solemn and responded loudly.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the two warriors after clinking glasses had already drunk the demonic blood in their hands...... The earth swelled in a tremor of distance, and a huge pile of mud formed a thick wall of earth several meters high in front of Medivan, but this did not stop the demon's onslaught. It was just a slam kick, and the tight earthen wall that was two meters thick was kicked open. Cracked. And when Akmund kicked down the earthen wall, four giant water elementals were already entangled in him. The ice arrows shot by the six or seven meters tall water elemental biao slammed into the demon's body, but they were blocked and evaporated by the evil flames ignited on the surface of Akmund's body, forming a diffuse stream of water vapor......

Mediven had bought enough time for the last Guardian to look at the massive demon that was rushing towards him, calmly spitting out the final part of the spell.

As the last syllable of the incantation was chanted from the young mage's mouth, a strong gust of wind was the first to be summoned, blowing the demon leader as huge as a mountain into his feet, and then a rain of ice arrows swept over the sky like hail. Even the fire of destruction summoned by Akmund was frozen in an instant, and the demons of hell roared in pain and annoyance under the wind and ice.

The Staff of the Guardian erupts with an intense blue light. The power of the staff strengthened the Ice Storm once more, and a second wave of snow completely buried the demon, and the ensuing wind swept through the giant ice picks, smashing into the Polluter's massive body.

It's a pity that Akmund's strength is far beyond everyone's imagination, even if the strength is comparable to that of a demigod, Medivan will go all out. The sharp ice picks could only leave a bruise on his tall, shocking body after piercing the Polluter's magic shield, and only three or two of them could pierce Akmund's epidermis, causing some inconspicuous wounds and bleeding freeze damage.

Even so, this is a rare injury for the three fierce men who joined forces to besiege Akmund......

Once again, the knotted roots of the tree wrapped around the polluter's legs. In the moments when Akmund's magic shroud was shattered by Medivan, the flying pine needles in the sky were as tough as iron and sharp as knives strengthened by the forces of nature, and with the guidance of Cenarius, they swept through the massive mountain-like body of the Polluter like a brilliant flying leaf storm.

Pity. It makes no sense.

Stretching out his arms to protect his face, Akmund still "ravaged" his body with the flying leaf knives and silver needle-like pine needles, cutting out blood marks one after another, and easily withstood Cenarius's magic attack. When a fierce and scorching flame ignited from below, the roots of the ancient trees and the huge flying leaf storm that tightly imprisoned the movement of the body were instantly ignited into a rain of fire in the sky, burning out!

"Run, little bug! Come on! Woohaha~~~"

Except for the tiny incisions on the surface of the body, the polluters are almost unscathed. Left a rampant smirk on the battlefield. Ignoring the "slippery and handsless" prophet Medivan, Akmund chased after the demigod Cenarius, who kept casting spells and mobilizing plants to contain him.

Kicking the ground violently, causing the ground to shake violently under his feet, Akmund had once again unleashed his Death Finger while the King of the Jungle was unsteady and staggering, and shot out a beam of tyrannical and cold energy, which instantly hit Cenarius's waist.

Time does not allow the King of the Jungle to think meaninglessly, and any hesitation is cruel on the battlefield.

Ignoring the meager protection that the vines of the ancient tree could provide, the power of evil simply pierced through the protection that Cenarius had placed on his body. The power of the Death Finger is not enough to achieve the power of death in the body of this demigod, but it is also not to be underestimated. Cenarius's stag body was instantly torn off by the tyrannical energy flow, and the muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs exposed to the air seemed to be scorched. Filled with a mouth-watering and disgusting aroma of meat......

"Ah!!h

The unspeakable pain of the Jungle King left a roar of pathos and pain on the battlefield. In an instant, Cenarius, who was already exhausted and was about to be unable to support it, was severely damaged.

"Hmph, I said I would break your neck with my own hands, just like I would break that incompetent old deer!"

Akmund mocked disdainfully, and his huge body had already strode forward, facing Cenarius who was paralyzed on the ground with a punch! Illidan in mid-air and Medivan dozens of yards away were too late to rescue!

Cenarius is in the depths of death!

There was a loud "boom" collision, and the punch that the polluter was determined to win was placed on top of two hideous giant hammers, and no matter how hard the demon leader tried, he couldn't move an inch!

The violent collision stirred up a sky of smoke, dust, and rubble, and dust that obscured the view. A rebellious response resounded across the battlefield:

"I also said I would have a good 'talk' with you, Akmund!" (To be continued) Q