At the moment when Akmund made a move, Mo Wen felt a breath of death coming towards him, but at this time, he was in the battle with Manolos, but he didn't have any good way for a while, he couldn't even dodge in mid-air, and he didn't have time to teleport, so he could only watch the black death finger slam straight on his back.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Mo Wen's whole person was blown away, and he rolled on the ground for a distance of more than ten meters before stopping.

There was a brief silence at the scene, and no one could have expected such a change, but then the demons behind Akmund let out a burst of laughter.

"Akmund is brave!"

"This idiot elf is not even prepared to fight Lord Manolos like this, do you really think that we demons are those pedantic mortals?"

"It's a finger of death! That fool is dead! ”

There was a lot of noise, almost all the demons didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Akmund's actions, for these brutal and bloodthirsty monsters, the only thing that can make them succumb is always strength, etiquette and shame, and that has absolutely nothing to do with them.

Standing aside, looking at Mo Wen who was lying motionless on the ground, the Death Knight's eyes were slightly condensed, and the frost sorrow in his hand flashed a faint blue light, and then fell silent again.

And when he hit it, Akmund didn't show a smile on his face, although he was extremely confident in his tricks, he always felt that something was strange.

"Manolos, go, kill him!"

The polluter groaned. Ordered directly to his subordinates.

"Well, yes!" Manolos had just been beaten all over by Mo Wen. Listening to Akmund's order, he was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward with four hooves, and came to Mo Wen's side with a double-headed war spear.

"Boy, you just had a great time, right, now let's taste the power of the Great Destroyer!"

Looking at Mo Wen, who was lying motionless on the ground, the saboteur felt a sense of relief in his heart, and the injury he had just suffered didn't seem to be so unbearable.

The double-headed spear in his hand was raised high, and Manolos swung the blow with all his strength almost with the purpose of beating Mo Wen's body into meat sauce.

Rumble!

"Ahh

The sound of the ground exploding was accompanied by the screams of Manolos. The moment the two-headed spear fell, a dazzling black lightning bolt bounced directly from the ground, jumped over the saboteur's head, and landed on the ground not far away.

"Lord Akmund, what did you mean by that?"

Holding a black broken horn in his hand, Mo Wen's eyes were staring at Akmund, the surging flames in his eyes made all the demons on the battlefield a chill, the kind of eyes that looked down on the ants, cold and ruthless. As inviolable as a god's mansion, coupled with the constant wailing of the destroyer behind him and the long horn with only one left on his head, it was enough to make these empty-eyed demons feel chills in their hearts, and they no longer dared to let out the slightest sound of ridicule.

Of course. Although he cut off Manolos's long horn with a single blow, he was hit by a death finger, and Mo Wen was not intact. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his face was a little pale. There was a trace of black gas around him, and it didn't look easy. It's just that at some point, he was draped in a fluorescent cloak, and his whole body loomed under the cloak, making it impossible to see the reality clearly, and in a place where no one could see, under the broken horn, Mo Wen still held a magic wand and a small gray stone in his hand.

Deathly Hallows set

Grade: A

Category: Treasure Phantasm

A legendary gift from the Grim Reaper, when equipped, the wielder is immune to instant death magical attacks.

This treasure, which was originally obtained from the Harry Potter world, was rarely used by Mo Wen because it was not of much use, and he usually didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't expect it to be saved by it at a critical moment. Akmund's death finger contains a strong law of death, even with Mo Wen's strength at this time, only half of the certainty of this move can survive, if it weren't for the idea of the death hallows' immunity to death-like attacks, it is estimated that this time it will really be over, but even so, the shadow energy contained in the death finger still brought a lot of damage to Mo Wen, and he was seriously injured in an instant.

did not die in the hands of Sargeras or Elune, whose strength was far superior to himself, but died under the sneak attack of Akmund, who was about the same as himself, this would simply be the biggest shame for Mo Wen in so many worlds, when he thought of this, Mo Wen felt uncontrollable murderous intent in his heart, and he wanted to directly sacrifice the Heroic Spirit Throne to crush Akmund into slag, and no matter how bad it was, he would open the destruction of the Miè and the Four Spirits Blood Array and fight each other to the death.

It's just that then this conflict was pressed back to the bottom of Mo Wen's heart, one is that this is not in line with his plan, and the other is that it is too cheap Akmund, taking out the Heroic Spirit Throne or the Four Spirit Blood Array will only give the other party a way to die in line with their identity, and being blown up to death by a group of little elves is the fate that this bastard should have.

"Your Excellency the Polluter, does the previous bet count?"

Holding back the anger in his heart, Mo Wen's eyes were firmly fixed on Akmund, and he asked in a low voice.

Akmund was silent for a moment, the murderous intent in his eyes appeared several times, and then forcibly suppressed it, as if Mo Wen had murderous intentions towards it, Akmund was also jealous of the elf in front of him who could survive with a death finger from him, and almost wanted to destroy the other party regardless of it. But in the end, greed for the World Tree prevailed, after all, it was not only a matter of its strength, but also whether it could use it to overpower Kil'Gardan and control the entire Burning Legion, and as long as it could dominate the Burning Legion, then it would not be easy to finally eliminate a small Quel'Thalas?

After paying attention, Akmund smiled casually at Mo Wen, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "Naturally, the previous bet was about to be won by you, and my legion and I will go to Kalimdor to clean up those disobedient orcs and damn night elves, - as for you high elves, leave it until we come back and clean it up!" ”

Saying this, the hands of the polluter hidden behind the back secretly gathered magic.

Although it was decided to take the World Tree as a priority, it didn't mean that Akmund intended to let Mo Wen go like this, as long as he had the opportunity, he would still kill the killer, so he deliberately accentuated the tone of 'counting' and 'cleaning up' in his words, wanting to provoke Mo Wen to fight with it.

It's a pity that Mo Wen saw through its little trick and glanced at Akmund meaningfully, but Mo Wen said with a pun: "Your Excellency the polluter, I wish you all the best!" Then the figure moved, and disappeared without a trace.

"What a rival!"

Slowly dissipating the magic gathered in his hand, Akmund looked at the place where Mo Wen disappeared but sighed slightly, and standing behind it, the Death Knight also nodded when he heard it, but his originally cold eyes became more and more deep.

On the other side, a few teleported back to Silver Moon City from a distance, and Mo Wen stood in the main hall of the Tower of the Sun Fury, his face was a little ugly.

"Liadlin, Sylvanas, pass my orders, the army is ready, and after the Burning Legion departs, you will wipe out the Scourge Legion for me, and I will let Akmund and its legions never have a chance to return!" (To be continued......)

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