"That's all?"

The purple-blue ice crystal greatsword slashed through the void, and the air around it twisted and fluctuated, and a small red monster was slashed in two with a wail before it could show its figure.

With a faint mockery on his face, Mo Wen seemed to take a step casually, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a frightened orc warlock, the sword in his hand went down from top to bottom, and in the desperate gaze of the other party, it shattered the hideous armor on its body, and then fell unabated. Under the giant sword, the orc that split in two flew towards the surroundings in an instant, and the corpse splashed a rain of blood, making the whole scene look extremely bloody.

"Who the hell are you?"

The last remaining orc leader's face was contorted to the extreme, and he threw out a shadow arrow as he roared Sithically.

It was less than five minutes, but it was as long as a century, and from heaven to hell, it came all too suddenly. The elf in front of him who had been killed out of nowhere rushed up from the foot of the mountain, and then cut down his subordinates as if he were chopping melons and vegetables, and his expression was as relaxed as if he had eaten breakfast.

Listening to the orc warlock's questioning, Mo Wen was happy, casually smashing the shadow arrow that shot with a sword, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Me? It's just a passing High Elf who has some interest in you soul-playing warlocks, so I'm going to have fun! ”

Then he sighed lightly and glanced at the warlock disdainfully, "The result is really disappointing, you wastes don't even have the qualifications to make me serious!" ”

"You!" The orc's green skin was a little red, but he couldn't say anything with his teeth bared. In the end, a trace of madness and determination flashed in his eyes, and he turned a blind eye to Mo Wen in front of him. Regardless of it, he began to chant the incantation loudly.

And seeing the more and more strange fluctuations on the warlock's body, Mo Wen did not intervene. A warlock who barely touched the third-rate level, even if he fought to the death, it would not have much impact on him, so he simply let it go.

In fact, at first, Mo Wen didn't expect these orc warlocks to bring him much surprise, after all, he was now in the preparation stage for the second orc war, and the orc warlocks had just passed through Orgrim. Destroying Miè's hammer and cleaning, except for the boss-level characters such as Guldan and Nao Zu, there are only three or two kittens left, and it is still a bit interesting to deal with ordinary warriors, for a spellcaster of Mo Wen's level. It can only be regarded as a joke, and his attack this time is also improvised, like looking at the methods of a warlock, after all, no matter what world it is, the soul is the most profound power.

Silently, Mo Wen's eyes began to change color, and the golden and silver pupils were as deep as a black hole at this time, and they could almost collapse people's minds at a glance.

Opened the Eye of the Roots, something that was originally a little blurry in the line of sight. It became clear in an instant, and I saw that at the top of the mountain where Mo Wen was and at the foot of the mountain, a little bit of sporadic light was converging from the corpses all over the place, and it was constantly surging towards the body of the orc warlock. Then in a strange way, he surged towards a place in the void, and finally opened a hollow that looked a little illusory, and there was something there. While absorbing the converging points of light, he rushed towards the world.

"Tsk!" Mo Wen smacked his mouth. A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes, the profession of warlock is really quite magical! It's about knowing the soul. Mo Wen is definitely not weak, he has the inherent skills of soul manipulation, and he has the knowledge of Kel'thugad's spiritism, and his grasp of the soul is definitely at the master level, but he can't do this when he is at the strength level of the orc warlock, or rather, the professional of this level is actually far from reaching the due level of contact with soul power, and the profession of warlock is like solidifying some kind of contract, and in the form of sacrifice, he can easily summon demons far stronger than himself.

Of course, there are pros and cons to everything, with Mo Wen's current control of the soul, if he presides over the summoning, as long as those demons absorb the soul fragments and come to this world, they will definitely not be able to escape his control, and the one opposite, after the demon enjoys the soul, he will obey the warlock's orders for the sake of the contract, but if he doesn't do his best, he has to say it in other words, not to mention that this kind of forcible summoning across his own strength is not without a price, at this time, under the gaze of Mo Wen's root eyes, the orc warlock's own soul is also constantly broken, With the torrent of souls that came together, they rushed to the void, and it was obvious that they couldn't live.

Gently closing his eyes, Mo Wen touched his chin and began to think about the way the rules he had just seen could improve himself under the touch bypass.

And at this moment, suddenly hearing a roar from the other side, with endless hatred and madness in his eyes, the orc warlock stopped chanting and stretched out his hand to the sky.

"Die for me, you bastard!"

The green meteor swept through the sky with the sound of the howling wind, rushing straight towards the hill, and the huge and evil magic made the surrounding temperature begin to rise, and the inexplicable pressure added to it seemed to be the end of the world.

At the foot of the mountain, the movements of the orcs and humans were suffocated, and then the orcs who had seen similar methods became more and more violent, almost rushing to kill, and the eyes of the human warriors flashed a trace of panic, showing fear, and the leaders of Lothar and Alonsos were also solemn, but after feeling something, they glanced at each other, although there was still a melancholy in their eyes, their faces were relieved.

"Hehe, come with me to die, elf!"

And feeling the powerful strength of the demon, the orc whose pupils had begun to fade, began to flush like a return to the light on his face, revealing a perverted sense of satisfaction, as if it was an incomparably glorious thing to watch a person with such great strength as Mo Wen die in his own hands.

But Mo Wen didn't pay attention to it at all, and instead looked up at the oncoming green fireball.

It was a huge brown rock, covered with many cracks, and countless green fires erupted from the surface of the rock, staining the whole rock green, and it looked very strange.

"Is it close to level two?"

Mo Wen muttered softly, and then chuckled again.

He glanced at the orc warlock and blinked, "Although it is good in terms of your strength, it is extraordinary, but ah! ”

Holding his hands on the Ice Thunder Tribulation, Mo Wen took a deep breath.

"--It's still too weak!"

The incomparably powerful magic power swept out of Mo Wen's body like a storm, and the entire hill began to tremble.

A stream of blue ice began to wrap around the blue-purple sword body of the Ice Thunder Tribulation, with Mo Wen as the center, all the qi qi began to freeze, just now it was still burning the grass, and in the blink of an eye, it was reduced to a world of ice and snow.

The orc's smug smile froze on his face, frozen in place, unable to speak anymore, and could only watch Mo Wen clench the giant sword surrounded by ice flow and magic power in his hand, and swung it violently at the meteor in the air.

"--Break me!"

Without dodging or dodging, the torrent of ice and snow condensed swirled, like an upside-down tornado.

The next moment was the interweaving of ice and fire, and the endless cold currents hit the green flames, making sizzling sounds between each other, splashing a puff of white smoke, and the green meteor was actually fixed in the air by the impact of the ice stream, unable to land, and the originally powerful power began to decline.

"-Roar!"

As if sensing something, there was a roar of rage from the rock, and then the rock writhed, but faintly it was about to begin some changes.

But it was too late, and the ice streams that kept coming like waves extinguished the burning green fire in the blink of an eye, and then froze the entire rock from the bottom up.

The roar stopped, the rocks did not change, and the orcs and humans at the foot of the mountain lost their voices at the same time, looking at the huge icicle that stretched from the top of the mountain into the air, and did not know what to say.

With a long exhale, Mo Wen put away the giant sword in his hand and watched as he gently spit out a word.

"Shattered!"

With this whisper, the entire icicle and the ice ball on it exploded at the same time, and then turned into a brilliant rain of ice and scattered.

Just staring blankly, letting the cold ice flakes fall on his body, feeling the cold, the Terran warriors were a spirit, and then they cheered, raised the weapons in their hands and killed the orcs next to them.

After the destruction of Stormwind City, these Terran warriors knew that it was their own people, while the orcs opposite them were a little lost and depressed, struggling to resist the attack of the Terrans.

As the initiator of this qiē, Mo Wen didn't care about this, standing quietly at the foot of the mountain, his eyes were staring at the back of the Terran warriors, one of the carriages, his expression was constantly changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking. (To be continued......)

PS: After the exam, let's get ready to renew it.