I have to say that the wolf god attacked with all his might, but it was actually quite fierce.

At least in the first round, Rugg couldn't keep up with Godring's speed.

"Boom!Boom!" Dozens of claw shadows burst out of the air, quickly slashing through the void, and imprinted on Rag's massive body, causing him a lot of damage.

Ragnaros is not an earth elemental giant, he doesn't have a tough body that can knock out his teeth even for dragons, and except for the few metal armors on his body, Rag's own dress is completely the standard of a berserker. If you change the image point to the shield, and replace the sledgehammer with a spear, it will be a bit similar to the Spartan 300 red trousers.

In a fit of rage, Rag threw a hammer at Godring.

It's a pity that the difference in body size and acceleration makes people feel that Rag is like a human lord who has to deal with a white mouse crawling on top of him.

The waist between Rag's chest armor and the belt was the size of a racetrack for Godring.

If Rag had focused all his attention on Godring, the Bear Brothers had killed.

"Oh-ha-ha!ha!" Two pairs of bear paws flew up and down, each of which could shoot a large piece of lava from Rag's waist.

When Rag swept through the two opponents again, it was Totola's turn to resist his hammer.

When he unleashed his massive fire magic, it was Duke and Avina's turn to strike from range.

Avina's attack power is limited, and at best it is harassment.

Duke, the thief who robbed the source of the flames, is the one who is menacing.

Just think about it, even Cenarius began to throw frost magic. How could Duke, a demigod of the Demon Net, not have a follow-up attack?

A terrifying ice pick, large enough to take Orgrimmar as the main beam of the Great Chief's Hall, appeared almost out of thin air and plunged straight into Rag. The fifteen-meter-long giant ice pick, pointed in front and thick in the back, is completely a deadly nail.

Rag could have imagined that he would definitely be hit by this icicle, and something would definitely happen.

The terrifying frost element contained on the ice pick gave him the feeling that Duke had forcibly compressed an entire iceberg into such an awl.

"[Meteor]!" No longer caring about other existences, a huge fire meteor suddenly solidified in mid-air, and slammed into Duke's ice pick from top to bottom with an extremely precise impact.

The corners of Duke's mouth raised a smile of victory - I'm not afraid that you won't fight back, I'm afraid that you shouldn't fight!

To condense a fireball, you need to inject willpower.

Duke is such a scoundrel, Rag puts his will on the front foot, and Duke's willpower on the back foot. The two minds were in mid-air, and they launched a fierce attack in a way that mortals could not see.

One side was furious.

One side is completely flesh and blood millstone, constantly whirling like a tornado, grinding the willpower that Rag let out.

As a veteran demigod, Rag has also been the only master of the fire elemental world for tens of thousands of years. His strength is unquestionable.

It's a pity, it's still the same sentence, two fists are hard to beat four hands!

The icicles that Duke smashed were enough for Ragnaros to keep him busy. Not to mention that there is also a demigod fire demon hunter who is trying to please his new master, as well as six gods of the wilderness, and most of the mortal heroes.

Untold damage remained on Ragnaros' burly and massive body, and for a moment, how he wished his body was fully armored, so that he wouldn't have to suffer so much physical damage.

Now he is like a water bag full of holes, with magma gushing out from almost every corner of his body.

In the past, the magma was just a part of the body he kept replaceing.

Now, these are his life force that will never return......

"Duke-Marcus-" Ragnaros let out his biggest rant since the start of the war. He raised his [Safras] war hammer in the air, and his whole body was vigorously reversed, and even the fingers of his left hand, which were naturally stretched out, were violently bitten off by Godring's middle finger, and he was unaware.

Rag is desperate!

It was at this time that the space full of crimson and yellow was dyed with a more brilliant golden thread.

Duke is gone!

One of the most common [flashes] of a mage!

For 99.99% of mages in the world, flashing is just a form of escape magic.

Even since Duke crossed, it has been like this for a long time.

This time it's a little different.

Between the afterimage left at the position where he flashed and the figure that appeared in the air behind Rag after he flashed, there was a thin golden line connecting the afterimage to the main body.

Only the most world-conscious top-level demigods would have noticed that there was an extra hole in Rag's seemingly thick and hard black metal breastplate—a hole for a human to pass through.

Through this hole, the thin golden thread continues to extend backwards.

It pierced the northern wall of the Saffron fortress on the outer side of this huge lava lake, and even pierced the spatial barrier of the Land of Fire.

At this moment, on Duke's [Song of Light and Shadow], he was wearing a crimson bead the size of a fist.

It is also a bit wrong to say that it is a bead, because a sharp-eyed powerhouse, such as the crow goddess Avina, was surprised to see that the bead was actually like a human heart, constantly contracting and expanding.

It's pulsating!

Similar to the beating of the heart!

If you have enough observation, you will find that as the big bead is pierced, its pulsation has become slower and slower, and the amplitude of the pulse is getting smaller and smaller.

"It's ......," Cenarius couldn't believe his eyes.

Ragnaros' hideous flaming face, which had been pierced through his chest, finally showed a second look besides anger, a look of horror and fear.

Rag let out a scream that didn't match his usual thick voice, "No-"

A very strange scene happened.

I once thought that Ragnaros was the Lord of the Fire Demons, the ruler of the Land of Fire, and that his death must be majestic, magnificent or something.

Even if it's!

It should also be a big hit!

Mushroom clouds or something!

It's a pity not!

When Duke sacrificed his sword to impale and take the last 1% of Ragnaros' health, Rag's death was merely dissolving, like a candle encountering heat.

The ten-story massive body turned into the most common lava in the Land of Fire, and began to melt and overflow, flowing through holes in various locations on the platform and flowing into the lava lake again.

The shoulder armor, breastplate, and bracers on his body, which were as few as hundreds of tons, all fell off the body that was once known as the Fire Demon King in a sliding motion that should not have occurred, along the melted body.

The earthworm-type flame runes that once shone incomparably on these pieces of equipment were all dimmed.

If it weren't for the fact that these huge pieces of equipment still retained the appearance of the Titan's creations, they would even think that these things were natural scrap metal, rather than the equipment of the once incomparably glorious Fire Demon King.