"I know you're trying to provoke me. ”

After the initial anger, Anastarian, the Sun King as the king of a country, calmed down, which made Xue Huan, who had always maintained a playful smile, interested.

"The High Elves have lived in this land for thousands of years, the Troll Wars, the Orc Wars, those guys are a thousand times more terrifying than you and your Scourge Legion, but we have carried them all, and I am confident that the Sunstrider Pioneers will protect us, and this time will be the same. ”

The Flame Strike in the hands of the Sun King Anastarian shone with a brilliant golden brilliance, which was the opposite of the Frost Sorrow in Xue Huan's hands, the flames and frost seemed destined to be a winner today.

"Trolls, orcs, unfortunately, they are no more powerful than my Scourge Legion, and your ancestors are not working this time. ”

Seeing that Anastarian didn't take the bait, Xue Huan stopped talking nonsense with the other party, he held the frost sorrow in his hand tightly, and the speed was so fast that it directly turned into a black lightning, and the target was directed at the Sun King.

Anastarian was not timid, he recited the incantation, and a visible red flame clinged to the flaming blow.

"Qiang !!"

Frost and flames carved a dazzling trajectory across the battlefield, like two comets colliding violently, erupting with blinding blood and golden light.

With just this blow, Anastarian felt the powerful resentment, violence, and twisted will from Xue Huan's body, and the flaming blow in his hand almost escaped from his hands.

As it turned out, as the king's long-term pampering, Anastarian was already a little rusty with his fighting skills, and if he had been fighting against Azeroth back then, Xue Huan would probably not be able to resist this blazing flame.

On the other hand, Xue Huan has the blessings of the Blood Shield, the Frozen Tenacity, and the Song of the Soul, even if he is at the peak of the seventh order, he can still compete with the lord-level Anastarian.

In the gorgeous light curtain, Xue Huan and Anastarian were more intense, as if they saw the latter's difficulty and hesitation, and a smile appeared on the corner of Xue Huan's mouth.

"Shadow Strike—"

With a loud shout, the thick and chaotic shadow energy was infused into the Frost Grief by Xue Huan in an instant, and the only two runes on the sword body lit up, and Xue Huan felt that the dark power under his control had gradually suppressed Anastarian.

However, Anastarian, as the Sun King, the leader of the High Elves, and a warrior who has survived for thousands of years, is naturally not a vegetarian.

Flames, blazing flames rose from the point where the two men clashed.

The powerful arcane flames were densely packed around him as if they were made for Anastarian, and the flaming blow in his hand was constantly absorbing this power, and every second, the flaming blow shone brighter, and with each second, Anastarian's skin became more red.

"Drink—"

With Anastarian's shout, he finally finished charging his strength in the stalemate, and the phoenix flames enveloped him, injecting infinite power.

The two entered a violent collision again, and every time they attacked or defended, the Sun Well Hall would shake violently, although Xue Huan controlled the violent and fanatical shadow energy and evil energy spells, but the difference in strength between the seventh-order powerhouse and the lord level still made him feel a strong pressure from Anastarian.

"Qiang !!"

It was another dull hand-to-hand, and the two artifacts of Frost Sorrow and Flame Strike slammed together again.

An expansive wall of air was smashed open at the place where the two clashed, and then, like a halo, frantically erupted in all directions, and the stumps and severed hands on the ground and the internal organs of carrion were directly blown open by this blow.

Xue Huan held the Frost Sorrow, and the blood shield provided absolute protection around him, but he had to admit that every time he fought with Anastarian, he felt as if he was being hit head-on by a running rhinoceros, which was a manifestation of strength, this guy was not as weak as he thought.

The High Elves standing on both sides were stunned, the seventh order is the height that ordinary people want to reach in their lifetime, and the lord level is even more out of reach, and the duel between the two powerhouses at this moment makes these nearby High Elf magicians who are only the fourth and fifth orders can only stare dryly.

In the frost and flames, Xue Huan pursed his lips.

This is a fierce battle, originally he could use the power of the evil energy crystal to forcibly pull the strength of the two to the same front, and he is completely invincible with death and destruction, but he also knows very well that now... It's not the time, it's not bad enough.

Gathering the shadow energy again, Xue Huan roared angrily and directly released the shadow energy that had been accumulated for a long time, pouring it all into the Frost Grief.

He's ready to give it a go...

The Frost Grief blessed with the shadow energy also emitted a buzzing sword roar, and Xue Huan's strength was strong, and every time he attacked, he could bring out a series of black-purple spots of light in the air, which looked extremely weird.

Anastarian didn't seem to be able to hold it back, and with a loud cry, the crimson phoenix flames erupted from his body, and the flaming blow also felt the calling, becoming more and more brilliant.

The battle of frost and flame, after a short period of temptation, seemed to have entered the desperate stage quickly, and Xue Huan and Anastarian, the strongest representatives of the two sides, were eager to kill each other on the spot immediately.

The golden flame and the black death power are mixed together, and every weapon encounter can splash the cremation of friction on the surface of two absolute artifacts with completely different attributes, and the ice and flame, which are also two extreme opposing forces, can be called the tip of the needle against the wheat mang.

The attacks of the two became more and more fierce, and they didn't seem to intend to leave any spare strength, and the aftermath of countless battles spread, and the energy wandered, forming a roar similar to the roar of a giant beast in this small space.

Whether it is Xue Huan, who is a death knight, or Anastarian, who used to be a High Elf warrior, they are all guys who use pure strength as an attack attribute, so the confrontation of power between them is like two brute bulls hedging, there is no skill, no discipline, but it is also different and exciting, full of fierce and violent beauty.

It can be said that most of the High Elves present could not understand the situation, which was beyond their knowledge of battle, but there was one person who could.

That's right, that person is Darkan, holding the urn and hiding behind the Well of the Sun.

As a sixth-order magician, he naturally understands the situation on the battlefield today, and the master he is serving now is now just waiting for work, which is a means of speculation, and Anastarian, a stupid guy, has been easily provoked to use all his strength.

This guy is not far from death...

"Bang!"

The blade of the Flame Strike slammed into the Frost Sorrow's sword, and this powerful charged blow made Xue Huan's shoulder only support for less than a second, and then the magic sword was pressed against the shoulder, and then Anastarian kicked him in the chest, this kick had no force at all, rubbed against the air, and even brought out the sound of whistling wind.

Xue Huan flew out in response, and when he fell on the dirty dark ground, even the frost sorrow came out of his hand and fell to the side, and after a few rounds, Anastarian, who was suddenly relieved of the pressure, gasped for breath, but he knew that now was not the time to take a break, so he strode forward, half-knelt on the ground, raised the whistling flame blow in his hand high, aimed at Xue Huan's chest, and was about to stab down.

"Idiot, you've taken the bait!!"

At this moment, Xue Huan's left hand suddenly attached to the back of the Death Knight, and the next moment, the shadow energy that was extremely Yin Owl exploded in the Sun Well Hall.

This force was so violent and ferocious that even Darkan couldn't help but close his eyes.

By the time he opened his eyes, the miserable Anastarian had collapsed in the corner.

The difference between the seventh-order peak and the lord level was not large, not to mention that at such a close distance, the powerful power of the shadow energy could not be ignored.

With most of his armor shattered, Anastari tried to get back to his feet, but tried several times to get to his feet.

"Chance!"

Xue Huan's vicious eyes flashed, he quickly got up, and the frost sorrow that had fallen to the side also responded.

All this happened so fast that the High Elf mages who had been watching the battle from the side didn't even have time to react, Xue Huan's figure flashed, and in the next second, he appeared in front of Anastarian.

"Your dynasty... It's over!!"

With a smile, Xue Huan held up the Frost Sorrow, and the sword blade that exuded resentful cold aura was about to pierce Anastarian's head, but a sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded in his ears.

Xue Huan instinctively sensed the crisis, his upper body was slightly raised back, and a burst of cold light quickly passed the tip of his nose and plunged straight into the pillar next to him.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded from his side,

"Despicable fellow, you can't run away!!"

(End of chapter)