"Jungle blessings. ”

Seeing the injured Li Yi's pale face, Queen Alice on the side hurriedly released the healing magic.

The eighth-order jungle blessing quickly poured life energy into Li Yi's body, and the wound on Li Yi's chest healed in a short time.

"Mana infusion!"

The blue magic light on Queen Alice's staff flashed, and a large number of magic fluctuations emerged from her body and poured into Li Yi's body.

Li Yi felt the magic elements in his body speechlessly, what he cultivated was spiritual power, and it was useful for you to pour mana into me.

"Your Majesty, I'm still recovering on my own, this of yours.... Well, it doesn't seem to be of much use to me!"

After all, it was a good intention, and Li Yi couldn't say it directly.

Queen Alice also sensed at this time that the energy in Li Yi's body was not magic or fighting spirit, her pretty face flushed, and then she looked at the battlefield and didn't speak.

....

"Click!"

The throne beneath Rose's skin was directly shattered by her terrifying aura.

"These two wastes of the blood clan can't even beat a human being, and two saint tiers in the hall were actually killed by a mid-level saint rank, it's really a waste, a waste!"

Hearing the queen's angry roar, all the retreating dark legions did not dare to step forward, for fear that the queen would be unhappy and string them into a gourd.

"Boom, this human kid is so terrifyingly talented, if... I took him back for breeding... Boom.. The little ones that are born will never be as wasteful as they are..."

Thinking of this, Rose looked at Li Yi's eyes full of greed and **....

....

In the void, the Dwarven King and the Tyrant Sartre stand opposite each other.

"Hahaha, the mongrel on the other side, when you see your Dwarf King, don't hurry up and get out, otherwise, this king will kill you with a hammer!"

Hearing the dwarven king's words of contempt, the tyrant Sartre was about to go mad.

At that time in the elven clan, because his magical talent was so poor, so he was ridiculed by his companions all day long, and after hundreds of years, he finally couldn't bear it, and took refuge in the lord of the thundering hell and obtained the power to destroy the thunder.

Now, his tyrant Sartre has returned, and with endless thunder, he has poured out his wrath and destruction on the elves.

"Damn little man, if you have any ability, you can come! Destroy the realm, and open it for me!"

Sartre laughed weirdly, a strong hellish aura emerged from his body, and in that terrifying momentum, a thunder that destroyed the world kept extinguishing inside.

"Hahaha, after doing it for a long time, it turned out to be a saint-level mage, although you took refuge in hell, you still can't change it, the fact that you are a mage, hahaha!"

"Celestial Realm, hahaha, open it to this king!"

With the dwarf king's hearty laughter, a huge pillar of light shone on the dwarf king's body, and the dwarf king, who was originally only one meter two, turned into a three-meter-tall giant.

"Dirty

Guys, this king's realm of the gods specializes in restraining you elemental waste, hahaha, come on!"

With that, the dwarf king smashed a giant hammer in his hand.

"Hammer of Thunder!"

The giant hammer with infinite thunder light smashed directly into the realm of destruction.

In the Realm of Destruction, infinite thunder of destruction rained down into the sky, regardless of the fact that it could not slow down the speed of the giant hammer at all.

"You arrogant dwarf, do you think I'll be like an ordinary mage?"

"Destruction Lightning!"

A dark bolt of lightning slashed at the Dwarven King, and the Dwarven King's hammer slammed into him.

"Thunder Aura!"

Tyrant Sartre burst into tears, and a huge electric magnetic field emerged from his body, forming a ring of protection outside his body.

The Hammer of Thunder was actually blocked out.

However, the huge impact attached to the dwarf king's giant hammer still smashed Sartre into the air.

"Click!

The lightning of destruction struck the dwarf king, and it didn't even stir up a spark of electricity, and it was directly annihilated on his body.

"You scum with only five combat power, don't you know that this king's heavenly god realm is immune to seventy percent magic damage? As for this attack of yours, hehehe, you are not even qualified to tickle this king. ”

"A thunderous blow. ”

With the roar of the dwarf king, a huge vibration was heard in the void, and the dwarf king who opened the realm of the gods, his strength was about to reach the supreme level, and a huge thunder appeared in the sky, and the dwarf king jumped up violently, and the giant hammer in his hand was about to smash the domain of destruction of the tyrant satre.

Looking at the incomparable dwarf king, panic appeared in the tyrant's originally violent eyes, and his mouth quickly muttered.

"Great Thundering Hell Lord, Lord of the Abyss, please grant me the world-destroying thunder that destroys everything, bring calamity to time, and destroy everything in front of me!"

"The box of calamity. ”

With this Sartre's chanting, a thunder ball full of destruction quickly took shape, and inside this thunder ball, there was not only dark thunder, but also the breath of hell.

"Don't think you can be destroyed, you arrogant dwarf, let you taste the box of calamity that the great Lord of Thunder in my Thundering Hell has bestowed upon me!"

"Boom!"

The Dwarf King's thunderous blow is worthy of a move that even the Supreme can hurt, and the Tyrant Sartre's Destruction Realm is full of Thunder of Destruction, and it is even vulnerable under the Dwarf King's giant hammer.

The Dwarf King, who was originally full of confidence, was just about to say something, when suddenly his body ached, and a tyrannical destructive force actually appeared in his body.

"How is that possible!"

Looking at the dwarf king's incredulous gaze, the tyrant Sartre spurted out a mouthful of blood and said with a cruel smile: "Jie Ji, I was really injured by my lord's power, since the calamity has come, then you will never be able to get rid of it!"

"Great Lord of Thunder, please send down the guidance of destruction and seek the place of calamity. ”

"Doom Pointer!"

Tyrant Sartre quickly chanted, and a pointer with endless thunder appeared in the void, a strong aura of destruction

Gathering quickly, when the pointer pointed to the dwarf king, he in the realm of the gods felt the breath of death.

He must not be allowed to lock himself in.

"The Titan strikes back, open it for me!"

When the Obstruction Doom Pointer rushed towards the Dwarf King with a death blow, the dwarf king unexpectedly appeared with the phantom of the Ancient Titan, and the Ancient Titan wrapped the dwarf king to form a huge prototype shield.

"Boom!"

"Poof!"

With a frightened gaze, the tyrant Sartre spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

"Impossible, impossible, how can my lord's attack hurt me, has my lord also abandoned me?"

Looking at the tyrant who collapsed in the void, the dwarf king wiped the blood from his beard, and his heart was afraid for a while.

If it weren't for the protection of the Ancestral Soul just now, even if there was a weakening of the Celestial Realm, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"It's over, the filthy ones really belong to hell, your master has abandoned you, and now it's time for you to go to hell to repent of the dead elves. ”

"Hammer of Thunder. ”

A lightning hammer with justice smashed into Sartre's head, and Sartre, who had completely lost the power to resist, finally fell in the thunder.....

"Phew!"

When the dwarven king saw that Sartre was finally dead, he sat down in his field, and the blood in his mouth kept spurting out.

"Ahem, ahem, Ge Laozi, underestimate him. ”

"Phew!"

A bottle of liquor was opened, "Gollum..."

The dwarven king poured into his mouth without hesitation.

"Hah!

Seeing the dwarven king in the sky who was about to be unable to support him, Queen Alice hurriedly took him down.

"Your Majesty the Dwarven King, are you alright?"

"Ahem, cough, as long as there is wine, this king will always be at the forefront of darkness!"

After saying that, the cheerful and righteous dwarven king fainted on the city wall.

"Jungle Guardian!"

Queen Alice hurriedly released her healing magic, and hurriedly arranged for someone to take the dwarf king down.

Now, only Illidan was left in the void.

......

The Dwarven King (who built a city here, built its walls in the cycle of reincarnation with the King Kong Rock dug from the ground, and their leader, a dwarven warrior armed with a Thunder Hammer and a flame shield, the Golden Hammer Thunder, expanded his Storm Dynasty with great tenacity. The Golden Hammer trains his people to use a hammer and shield, and admonishes them to defend their homes with loyalty, and to realize the value of their lives in the fierce battle against the dark spirits. Unlike previous dwarven beliefs, the Golden Hammer is also very fond of treasure, but does not spend time building machinery or gathering ore. The era in which he lived was far from being as simple as darkness, it was a "blizzard" of disaster. The dwarven homeland was wiped out by the forces of darkness. After a harsh "winter", Goldhammer joins the League of Kingdoms with the remaining dwarves. Furious at the destruction of his homeland, he set out to train Terran and Dwarven troops, using his combat experience to teach his younger brother

How the Son Fights Evil. In the distance, the tide of darkness still continues, and the wrath of the king of the storm mountains has just ignited... ）

Sartre the Tyrant (The Curse of Death has changed Sartre's pure nocturnal bloodline: the Dexterous Foot has become a heavy hoof for power and plunder, the Ear of the Wind has become a horn for ruthlessness and cunning, and the Dream Hand has become a claw for killing and discord. He was reborn from the embers of calamity, and returned to the world a demon that symbolized chaos and murder, Thundering Sartre. Before starting to work for a new master, the Thundering Tyrant, Sartre arrives in his hometown. He came to complete the final step of total corruption - killing his wife and children. It was a taut string that tugged at him, keeping him from entering the dark abyss. The aura of the Elven King City was a little strange, perhaps because he had been corrupted, but soon he saw the reason—the corpse of the public. The Elven Council killed his family before he did. This kind of severe punishment is usually only for those who betray the elves and throw themselves into the darkness. The last string in Sartre's heart finally broke, and the darkness instantly engulfed his heart—everything that belonged to the elves had nothing to do with him. Sartre began to kill without scruples, using the blood of his people to achieve his complete corruption...... ）