Motian didn't use magic to attack the lizardmen, because the powerful lizardmen could dodge with speed.

Only when the lizardmen's stamina is reduced, or if they are really flawed, can they cast magic.

Crucially, when an orc activates the power of the beast, the surface of the skin is also covered with a protective layer similar to that of magical armor.

That protective layer is called beast armor, not only can defend against the damage of sharp weapons, but also has a certain weakening effect on magic attacks, the stronger the beast power is cultivated, the greater the weakening ability, almost invulnerable.

This knowledge was told to him by Stanny before Motian's departure, so he would not make a big mistake.

"Bang!" Motian poured magic into his legs, like a cannonball boring.

He strode and soon came to the lizardman, and with a knife he slashed quickly at the lizardman's sturdy thick legs.

The lizardman couldn't help but be stunned, but now that he had urged the power of the beast, the human race actually didn't use magic, and the orc competed with the body, just hitting the stone with an egg, which was simply looking for death.

"Bang, bang!!" Mo Tian swung several hand knives in succession, but only shallow white marks on the lizardman's legs, as if hitting the incomparably hard steel, had no destructive power at all.

Mo Tian's current strength can shatter a boulder with a single blow, which shows how invincible the lizardman who urged the power of the beast is now.

For the lizardmen, the attack just now was like tickling, and they didn't feel any pain at all.

"Is the fight over?" the lizardman laughed insolently, patted his shoulder, and then clasped his hands to his chest in a very arrogant manner.

"The orcs are really strong. Mo Tian flashed to the side and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

It was just his temptation just now, and he didn't use all his strength, and he probably had points in his heart.

If you want to defeat the lizardman with hand-to-hand combat, you can't do it, even if you attack with all your strength, there is no threat.

In the end, it can only be defeated with magic, but it is also a problem to hit the lizardmen, and the power of large areas of magic is not enough.

The magic speed of the single attack can't keep up, so you can only fight the lizardman hand-to-hand first, and then find a chance to defeat it in one fell swoop.

Motian took a deep breath, adjusted the magic in his body, and rushed towards the lizardman again.

In the face of the surging Motian, the lizardman showed great disdain, standing there motionless, with the intention of letting you fight.

Mo Tian was also unceremoniously, kicked his feet and rose into the air, there was no way that the lizard man was too daring, and only by jumping up could he hit its upper body.

"Bang bang bang!" Mo Tian used the combination punches that are very commonly used in boxing, although the strength was much greater than before, but the effect was still the same as before, and it did not change much.

"Son, don't waste your efforts, there are more than a dozen magicians of your level, and some of them are high-level magicians, so you are not one behind. ”

The lizardman lowered his arms and turned his shoulders, apparently intending to attack Motian.

Mo Tian smiled coldly and stepped back a few meters, putting some distance from the lizardmen.

His expression was calm and calm, and the previous attacks were not useless, but had a certain purpose.

The special ability in his body, the antibody, has finally begun to work, and he really hasn't been afraid of anyone in terms of long-lasting war.

"Magic armor, full coverage. "Mo Tian began to move his true character, and before he reached the advanced magician, he completely released all the magic armor, which is rare in history.

Both of them took steps, one like a black wind, one like a yellow wind, and the speed was extremely fast, and they slammed into each other.

As a result, there was no accident, and Mo Tian was blasted out again, leaving a shocking slip mark on the ground, like a trench dug by hand.

The bushes were also shattered by the foam sky, and it was a mess.

"Sure enough, it's strong enough, and the muscles and bones are almost useless. Motian jumped out of the large dirt pit, shook off the dirt from his body, and rushed towards the lizardman again.

"It's all right, but the result is the same. The lizardman laughed, its sharp claws meeting Motian's fist.

The iron hooks and claws attached to the power of the beast can completely shatter any piece of iron, but Mo Tian is only flesh and blood, and if he is hit, the consequences are unimaginable.

The lizardman seemed to see the scene of Motian being shattered by himself, and laughed in advance, he must not be able to hide from such a close distance.

However, a magical scene appeared, and the lizardman captured Mo Tian, but this Mo Tian was just an afterimage of him, not his real body.

The simple-minded lizardman's eyes widened like lanterns, and for a moment he didn't think of why this was the case, and he grabbed at the afterimage again.

"To say you're stupid is stupid. A cold voice rang in the lizardman's ears.

I don't know what method Motian used, at what point in time, actually flashed to the side of the lizardman's head.

"Ice Magic: Ice Hammer!" This is the Ice Magic that Gray taught him for free, it is not very difficult, it is a melee magic.

With the magic of Motian and the magic control of the ice shape, the ice hammer is the size of a lizardman's head.

Mo Tian gripped the handle of the hammer with both hands, and used all his strength to swing a heavy blow at the lizardman's head.

At such a distance, no matter how fast the lizardman was, he still didn't have time to react, the key was that his IQ was low, and he didn't take Motian seriously at all.

In fact, as an orc, they have inherited all the advantages of Warcraft, and their heads have always been a relatively hard part of their bodies, and they are generally attacked by attacking their waists, because they are more fragile, but they are not fatal.

But Motian seized the opportunity to attack the lizardman's head as soon as he started, which seemed to the outside world to be an unwise choice, and it was better to attack the lizardman's waist first.

Whether it can cause damage or not is not said for the time being, but the waist is always a vulnerable part of the orc, and there is definitely nothing wrong with hitting there.

I only heard a bang, like a big gong beating, which made people's ears shake and cause tinnitus.

The ice hammer struck the lizardman's hard head, shattering it and falling to the ground in pieces.

The lizardmen, on the other hand, looked like they had been struck by lightning, their scales erected like needles, and their big eyes protruding like jagged boulders on the mountain wall.

The bloodshot in the eye sockets were crisscrossed by earthworms, and his arms naturally drooped, standing dumbfounded, looking as if he had been frozen.

Mo Tian returned to the ground, smiled coldly, and formed two ice hammers in his hands, and struck a heavy blow at the waist of the lizardman in a daze.

The lizardmen were like bowling balls, and they were flying dozens of meters by the Motian Hammer, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, and this time it was the humans who suppressed the orcs with their physical strength.

When the three of them saw this scene, their hearts were like the waves of the sea, and they couldn't calm down.

Leaving a puddle of blood on the ground before the lizardman flew away, you can see how terrifying Motian's attack just now was.

Magic combined with his strength is one of the sources of Mo Tian's confidence now, and the more he practices the Ice Shape Magic, the more he feels the power of this magic.

Melee combat has always been the method that Mo Tian is best at, and the ice shape magic, which is considered a melee type of magic, is very suitable for him.

The combination of the two is not as simple as one plus one equals two, and it increases geometrically.

In the distance, the lizardman lay on all fours in the pit, blood like an unscrewed faucet, pouring out of his waist, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.