One hundred and thirty-seventh, hero, may you have an unrepentant love

The temperature has risen to around 100 degrees, and the flames rising around this enclosed cavern will raise the temperature even until no carbon-based life can survive.

"You have nowhere to run, let yourselves die"

Yes, such a desperate situation has never been before, and the enemy itself is not very strong, but with the advantage of the terrain, he has forced the Implicit team to this point.

"Time is running out, let's fight"

Li Lianfeng's sword flew out of his hand, spinning wildly in midair, attracting the surrounding air, forming a huge tornado.

Like a whip, it swept through and directly smashed a group of flame imps to pieces.

The tornado swept away the surrounding obstacles, then stabbed straight at Gaton, breaking through the walls of fire and threatening to hit Gaton.

The blazing flames enveloped the storm, raising the temperature around Li Lian's body to hundreds of degrees, and suddenly the burning sound of "Zizi" sounded on several skins.

"Refining"

The man rushed over from the side to block in front of Li Lian, his twin swords flying, and he exerted his strength with all his might.

Flame, magic, temperature, air currents, everything is a type of "power".

Yanzi's face was cold, and all his mind was integrated into the double swords in his hands.

She wasn't very good at harnessing energy attacks, but she couldn't flinch in such a desperate situation, and she was the only one of the three who had some resistance to magical attacks.

Feel the leap of the flames, follow the blade of the sword, deflect its trajectory, peel away the hot air, and find a chance to win through the cracks.

There is no room for negligence, like walking a tightrope on lava, and any mistake will cause the flames to drown themselves.

"Burn, bugs"

Gatun's magic power further increased, and the blazing flames in the sky merged into a pillar of fire, spewing straight towards Li Lian.

"Dodge"

Li Lian hugged the son, avoided the direct attack of the pillar of fire in a moment, kicked a boulder with both legs, and approached Garton faster.

"There's only one chance," Li Lian roared.

The wind sword swirled, and a slender tornado stabbed like a stinger into Garton's chest

"Lava Shield"

A cloud of magma several meters thick gathered on Garton's chest, and although it was shattered by the tornado, it also reduced its strength a lot.

The wind sword stabbed into Garton's chest, blowing away the flames around him, revealing a dark red core.

"Wind Fury"

Tsuyoko flew closer, and the twin swords rotated to block all the flames, and the moment the core was exposed, he turned on the "Wind Fury" to attack with all his might.

In an instant, nearly a hundred sword rays were like a cold and glamorous wild flower, blowing up Gaton's chest into a blur.

"Ah...... You little worms" Garton's core was shattered, and he roared and splattered countless fireballs of fire, threatening to drown him.

"Divine Sword, False Thorn, Return"

With a pull of Li Lian's right hand, the wind sword, which had already lost its strength, actually pierced back in reverse, tearing Gaddon's core fiercely.

"You ...... Mortals, I want to ...... Dragging ...... You ...... together"

The flames that made up Gaton's body shrank out of thin air, burrowing into the shattered core, and the flames had turned white, and a big explosion was about to occur.

"Reincarnation, Shuoliu"

With a twist of his wrist, Garton's remnant body was pushed by an inexplicable force and thrown into the magma pool next to him.

"Retreat" Li Lian hurriedly retreated with his arms in his arms, and several afterimages appeared along the way.

Behind them, a blastwave of incandescent flames erupted from the magma pool, pressing down on the two of them at an irresistible speed.

"Come here"

The war ghost raised his arms and lifted up a piece of obsidian with a diameter of more than ten meters, and the three of them hid behind the rock, only to feel a burst of explosion, and there were blazing flashes all around.

After a few seconds, more than half of the obsidian five or six meters thick was melted, and the magma dripped from the stone with a pungent smell.

The temperature around is already outrageously high, and even the slightest breath can burn your trachea.

"Garton, you've let me down so much, you've let me down so much" A magnificent voice resounded through the cavern, and the hundred-meter-tall Flame Lord Ragnaros had awakened, and he was advancing with the huge Safron Warhammer in his hand, and he was moving forward in a posture of burning everything.

Even those fire elementals themselves could not withstand the heat of Ragnarus, and the moment he approached, they melted into elemental power and were absorbed by Ragnarus.

"Mortals, little bugs, feel the flames of Safron"

As soon as the war hammer was horizontal, a ten-meter-diameter incandescent fireball smashed into the rock where the three were hiding, and after landing, an incandescent hell with a diameter of 100 meters was formed, and even the magma was evaporated by thousands of degrees of heat, not to mention the flesh and blood?

Unfortunately, Orakil's portal has been opened, leaving the Wrath of the Flame King behind.

——

In the Great Desert of Silissos, the three members of the Inspiration Team were lying on the ground in disarray.

A mere ten minutes of battle is as dangerous as an entire mission world.

"We have to find a way to strengthen our magical defenses...... There will definitely be many such enemies in the future. Li Lian said with some fear.

In fact, both Gal and Gatun are only ordinary controller-level strengths, but as elemental creatures, they can use the special terrain to exert several times their combat power regardless of their backlash.

No matter how fast it is, there has to be a place to hide, and that overwhelming sea of fire is really impossible to resist.

In the end, if it weren't for the extraordinary performance of the son, he would not have been able to get close to Garton at all, so how could he talk about victory?

"Let's find a place to rest first." Tsuneko took her clothes out of the ring and replaced the few burnt strips of cloth that were left on her body.

As for those burns, it only takes two or three days to heal with the recovery power of the three of them.

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Sword embryos, two imprisoning artifacts, and Orakill's scroll.

The wind from the distant wilderness blew across the land, and two blue-white tornadoes emerged from the imprisoned magic weapon and converged in mid-air.

It was the Spirit of the Wind Prince, Sunderland the Wind Chaser, who had been slain by Ragnaros thousands of years ago, and whose remnants were imprisoned in two magical weapons.

Years passed, and Sunderland was finally free.

"It's been a long time, Quettore, did you save me?"

At the center of the hurricane is a handsome boy who looks like an ordinary person, with slender ears and a fair complexion that reveals his status as a High Elf.

The High Elves are an offshoot of the Night Elves, and the Night Elves are jealous of the Burning Legion of the Eternal Well, the source of magic, and all arcane magic is forbidden.

However, some of the Night Elves were unable to adapt to life without magic, and they broke away from the Night Elf race, calling themselves the "High Elves", also known as Quedore.

Quettore has established a new source of magic, the Well of the Sun.

During the battle a few years ago, the Undead Scourge led by the Lich King Arthas destroyed the Well of the Sun and killed 90% of Quettore's population.

The remaining Quedore, also known as the High Elves, changed their names to "Blood Elves", Sindorei, the original sin clan in order to strengthen their will for revenge.

Sunderland naturally didn't know about the changes in the Well of the Sun, and only regarded Li Lianzi as a high elf, of course, there was really no difference in physique between the two.

"It's good, this is the second time I've been saved by Quettore," Sunderland chuckled, "maybe I'm really close to you." ”

"Olakir made me say to you, he's sorry for you." Li Lian said.

Sunderland shook his head, "As the master of the Sky Wall, he did the right thing, and I never hated him. He stroked the scroll given by Orakir and said with a smile, "It seems that you have been recognized by the Wall of Heaven, for the first time in tens of thousands of years. ”

"I'm running out of time......" Sunderland stood still, blue-white dots of light emanating from his body.

His soul had long since been destroyed, and now it was nothing more than an afterimage reflected in fragments.

"Ahir, the name of Quidore, who once saved me, do you know her? Thousands of years have passed, and even with Quettore's lifespan is about ......," Sunderland said again.

"She's dead."

"Yes, after all, the Well of the Sun can't make people immortal." Sunderland's face was calm, "Then I should go to her, I have to continue to repay the favor back then." ”

The Prince of the Wind fell in love with the High Elves who accidentally saved him, and returned to the battlefield despite all possible efforts, only to die at the hands of Ragnaros.

For thousands of years, this longing has never changed.

Sunderland stared at Li Lian and Yanzi, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hero, may you also have an unrepentant love."

The wind has dissipated, and Sunderland's last consciousness has turned into a breeze, but the blessing of the Wind Chaser still echoes in his ears.

In the brilliance of the wind sword, the two interlocked their fingers and smiled at each other.

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