The fiery red pillar of flame rose into the sky, the dazzling light was still clearly visible from miles away, with dense flames, waves of heat swept in all directions, wantonly venting their might, and in an instant, the altar of Zuaman turned into a sea of fire, and even the whole city seemed to fall into a furnace, and it became hot.

Hovering in the air, the dragon eagle transformed by Zurjin let out bursts of happy chirps, looking at the lava-like hell, the indescribable pleasure in his heart, three moves in a short period of time, even if it inherited the divine power of the four beast gods, it was a little unbearable, and most of the magic power in the body was consumed, and was hit head-on by this move, the damned elf prince was definitely too dead to die, and finally avenged his revenge for destroying the city.

Compared to the happy Zurkin, the faces of the high elves on the ground changed drastically, and they could all feel how hot the oncoming heat wave was, and they really couldn't imagine what kind of situation His Royal Highness the prince would be in the middle of it.

The Windranger Sisters' siege of Malakas slowed down, and Salorian couldn't care more about hiding his identity, pulled out Queldra, and rushed directly into the sea of fire.

The scorching flames scorched the elven warrior's armor, causing bursts of tingling pain, but it didn't affect his speed in the slightest, only made him speed up a few points.

At this time, Salori's peace of mind was full of remorse, the reason why King Anastarian sent him to protect Kael'thas was because the strength of Salorian with the dragon's blade was far above the previous Zurkin, this can already be regarded as a first-class level master, and with him, a mere Zurkin can't make any waves. Kael'thas can be brought back safely in any dangerous situation, and Salorian himself thinks the same. Proud of himself, he didn't actually take Zurkin seriously at all, even if Zurgin showed that strange transformation. Although he was surprised, he saw that His Royal Highness the Prince could deal with it calmly, so he didn't take it to heart. Who would have thought that Zurkin would have such a hand at the last moment, and for a moment of carelessness, he actually let His Royal Highness the prince fall into danger, this surging flame, not to mention the young prince, even he himself is not sure that he can resist, rushed in at this time. It's just a last shred of unrealistic fantasies.

However, just when everyone was desperate, a low voice came from the center of the sea of fire.

"Zurkin, that's all you can do?"

In the churning firelight, a figure wearing fiery red armor slowly walked out, but it was Mo Wen who was holding a blue-purple sword.

I saw that his expression at this time was somewhat wolfish, his armor, long hair, and face were full of scorched marks, and there were some burning flames attached to his body, but his golden and silver eyes were extremely sharp, and his gaze was fixed on Zurkin in the air. The corners of his mouth were full of sneers.

The churning flames kept coming, but it was as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and it was impossible to get close to him.

Relying on the control of energy, there is also the resistance attached to his own treasure and bloodline. Although Zurkin's blow shattered his hastily laid defenses at first, leaving him with a lot of injuries, it was unable to inflict heavy damage on him. After dealing with the strongest burst, the flames could no longer get close to him under his control.

"Your Highness!"

Salorian was overjoyed. Immediately secretly frightened, there were some hazy speculations before. But at this moment, he was sure that His Royal Highness the Prince's strength might have surpassed him, at least in terms of defense alone, he had been a little unsustainable here now, but His Royal Highness the Prince was able to calmly walk out of the center of the sea of fire, if he didn't have Quildra in his hand, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the qualifications to fight with His Royal Highness the Prince, with this kind of strength at such a young age, His Royal Highness Kael'thas is really a treasure given by God to the High Elves!

And over there, seeing that Mo Wen was safe and sound, Aurelia was also relieved, just watching Mo Wen being submerged in the sea of fire, that sense of sadness and grief made her a little surprised, her concern for the young man standing in the sea of fire seemed to be a little beyond a general's loyalty to the prince, but at this time the battle was not over, Aurelia didn't have time to think about it, and looked at her sister who was also relieved, and the two suddenly tacitly accelerated the movements in their hands, Beat Marakas, who had already fallen into the disadvantage, to the point of holding his head and almost putting him to death.

"Damn it!"

In the air, Zurjin was scolding, looking at the young man who walked out of the sea of fire safely, it was almost unwilling to the extreme, and its wings were slightly fanned, and it wanted to make up for it.

But just at the right moment, it was facing Mo Wen's eyes.

Cold, ruthless, and the eyes that looked like a dead man made Zurkin feel a spirit, and subconsciously gasped a breath of cold air, and the original residual killing intent disappeared in an instant, although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, but Mo Wen's series of expressions had already made Zuljin a little scared, at least today, it never wanted to face this high elf prince again.

"Let's go!"

With a decision in his heart, Zurjin flapped his wings, and in the blink of an eye, the flaming wings turned into another pair of pitch-black wings, from a dragon eagle to an eagle, and then with a wave of his wings, a huge tornado vortex fell from the sky, cutting through the ground like a long whip.

While Salorian and the Windranger sisters dodged, Zurkin swooped down, talon grabbed Malakas, and flew out of the city without looking back.

"Don't try to run!" ×2

Aurelia and Sylvanas shot arrows one after another, but they were blown away by a whirlwind randomly set off by Zulgin, while Salorian, who held the dragon's blade, could only stand in place and stare dryly, after all, he was a warrior, not a mage or a ranger, and there was no means of long-range attacks, but it was impossible to catch up with the Windranger sisters.

Looking at the black figure that was getting farther and farther away, the High Elves were full of unwillingness, after all, they were only a little bit close to leaving the scourge of Zurgin in Zuaman forever, and this situation of dominating the upper hand could also allow the other party to escape calmly, and everyone was indignant.

However, just when the High Elves and even Zulkin himself thought that the battle was over, the unheard voice in the sea of fire sounded again.

"Zurkin. Do you want to run? Father, let me bring your head back. Just leave it for me! ”

The domineering, confident voice echoed throughout the city of Zuaman, and Zurkin turned his head to say a few sarcastic words. But the pupils shrank.

In the boiling sea of fire, a figure stood proudly there, the golden and silver eyes exuded a clear divine light, the fiery red armor shone with a faint light, becoming more and more dazzling, and the magic visible to the naked eye spread in waves, sweeping in all directions, and a huge, irresistible power filled the entire Zuaman City in an instant.

It was a little difficult to breathe, but the eyes of the High Elves were full of surprise. They never imagined that their prince would have such great power.

But Zulkin panicked in his heart, and an extremely ominous premonition came to his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to speed up and escape from the terrible elf.

But it was too late, and behind Mo Wen's head, a simple blood-red treasure slowly emerged, and then turned into a red starlight and rushed into the sky.

In the next moment, a huge magic array covering half of Zuaman City slowly appeared in the air. Mysterious and abnormal red lines are intertwined, compiling strange patterns.

Eight strange creatures that had never been seen before appeared around the magic array, fierce, brutal, and tyrannical, just to watch. It's heart-wrenching.

At some point, the sky suddenly darkened, and it was still daytime. But there was no ray of sunshine in sight, and the dark and dreary sea of clouds kept churning. The dreary air was depressing for everyone, as if the end was coming.

But the weird thing is. Under the dark sky, on the altar of Zuaman, the raging flames were getting higher and higher, as if they were expecting something, as if they were worshipping something, the sea of fire kept rolling, jumping and jumping, and finally turned into a dark red star in the center of the magic circle like a long whale sucking water.

With the influx of flames, the dark red star bloomed with white light, and one after another the pitch-black cracks burst open, and the large space began to shatter continuously.

And then that thing came.

The huge wheezing sound like a storm, the body of flames that meandered for an unknown number of miles, the white eyes that were so bright that they burned their eyes, the immutable aura of immutability, and the innate fearless spirit, the Eight Desolation Flame Dragon, the top divine objects in the world of Zhuxian, descended on the world of Azeroth at this moment, and the dazzling and intense color dyed the entire world red.

In the distance, watching the snake-like, horse-like, clawed-horned behemoth slowly leaning out of the magic array, the fear in Zurkin's heart climbed to the top, and now only the last thought was left in his mind.

Escape! Escape! Escape!

Every cell in the body is warning it, and the instincts cultivated by years of fighting are constantly calling in the heart.

You must flee, or you will die!

With an overwhelming difference in strength, even if he inherited the divine power of the four beast gods, Zurkin couldn't raise the slightest thought of resisting, and he didn't dare to face that terrible monster head-on. The only thing it could do was muster all its strength and fly outside.

Unfortunately, since the fiery red magic array spread out, the surrounding air has become extremely heavy, and flying in it is as if it is wandering in a storm, which is extremely difficult. With all his strength, Zuerjin was only able to swim to the edge of the magic array, and at this time, Mo Wen had already gotten up and flew into the air.

Levitating beside the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Dragon, looking at the figure in the distance, Mo Wen chuckled and raised his right hand.

"Die!"

Without any extra words, Mo Wen held his right hand, and the next moment was a heaven-shattering dragon roar.

Roaring and rushing forward, the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Dragon stretched its body, and in a blink of an eye, it came behind Zuerjin, and with a huge mouth, it was about to swallow the black eagle into its belly.

"-No!"

Zurkin screamed in a terrible voice, and in an instant, several layers of hurricane barriers were laid around him, and even Marakas in his claws was blocked in front of him.

But it didn't work.

The essence of the flame, the power to see the world.

The barrier of the hurricane shattered in an instant, and the blocked body was burned in an instant, and in the scorching white firelight, Zurjin was swallowed by the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, and there was no trace left in that sky.

"Idiot, if you provide so many flames, you really won't be able to attract the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Dragon!"

In the air, looking at Zurkin, who had no bones left, Mo Wen sneered lightly, and then shook his hand.

With his movements, the flames subsided, the sky cleared, and the figure of the fire dragon gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared into thin air.

The elves grew their mouths one by one, and if it weren't for the scorching temperature around them, they would almost have thought that the epic scenes just now were their own hallucinations.

Zurkin, who had been entangled with the elves for thousands of years, died, inherited the power of the four gods, and was burned without any resistance at all.

What the hell is that powerful flame creature, I'm afraid the ancient dragon kings don't have this kind of power!

Questions poured out, looking at the prince standing in the air calmly, the High Elf warriors looked at each other, and for a while they didn't know what to say, Salorian shook Queldra in his hand and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Aurelia held the bow and arrow in her hand and looked at the sky quietly, not knowing what she was thinking, Sylvanas had a strange color in her eyes, looked at her sister, and then looked at Mo Wen in the air, and then smiled.

A crisp laugh broke the silence, and the High Elves glanced at each other, then smiled at the same time and cheered loudly.

"Hah, we won!"

"His Highness Kael'thas will win!"

"Quel'Salas wins!"

Zuaman, once the imperial capital of the Troll Clan, has now become a sea of cheers from the High Elves. (To be continued......)

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