Another hammer blow, Gene the Devourer was hammered away once more, and little Ragnaros spun around in a somewhat bored circle, waiting for the ancient demon to get back on his feet.

In the distance of the battlefield, Lucia, with blue hair, showed her graceful upper body, quietly watching the abuse in the distance.

"Aren't you going to help him?" asked Other.

Lucia shook her head and said flatly, "Ancient Elves, you have fought against ancient demons, you should know how powerful they are. ”

"I'm not an ancient elf, ma'am, I'm a Kadore. Orser explained.

"Perhaps, when Jean gets rid of this elemental creature that I don't know where it came from, it will be you and Lawrence's turn next. Lucia said softly.

"There are no units in this area that can threaten me. Othur shook his head, he had already sensed the nearby sea with his soul gaze.

"Don't talk big sometimes because it will reduce the amount of time you spend breathing in this world, ancient elves. Lucia's voice had a unique charm as she brought her palm close to Orsher, wanting to caress Orsher's face.

She was very pleased with Orsher's appearance, and she could clearly assume that Orsher was the most handsome of the elves.

And Oter flicked his head, dodging the little hand.

The slender little hand hung in the air, and a blank look flashed in Lucia's golden pupils.

The allure of sound...... Lapse?

However, in the distance, little Ragnaros has completely controlled the scene, the flames have evaporated everything around him, and the power of the Flame King has taught the creatures of the other world a hard lesson.

Gene the Devourer had been toppled several times, but this time he was still back on his feet, and unlike before, his tentacles wrapped up the hesitant fish-man Neela Demon.

Before the fish-man Neela demon could figure out what was happening, a bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the red tentacles, swallowing him whole, feasting on it, and the blood stained the water red.

Gnaws began to grow on Jean the Devourer's tentacles, gulping in Nila's seawater, swelling up his entire body and gradually surpassing little Ragnaros.

"The bigger bugs, although they are harder, are still bugs. ”

"boss!boss!I m here!" Clint the Minion yelled loudly on Lawrence's back.

Safras was swung at random, and the fire elemental burst out in an instant, vaporizing all the water absorbed by Jean the Devourer, and burning several red tentacles.

Gene the Devourer used his remaining tentacles to unleash a monstrous wave, trying to slow down Ragnaros Jr.'s attack.

However, the water was vaporized by the flames before it could touch the body of little Ragnaros. A light rain had begun to fall in the sky.

"Jean can't beat the little one," Sylvie commented, "he doesn't have a chance to absorb the energy at all, and as soon as he does, the little one will be beaten back to his original form." ”

As if in response to Sylvie's words, Jean the Devourer absorbed Nila's seawater once more, and was hammered off by Safras once again to break a few tentacles, and the cycle continued.

"If Jean had kept his senses, maybe the situation would have changed a little bit, at least it wouldn't have been so ugly. Sylvie shrugged, climbed back onto the King's shoulder, and sat down on it.

Lawrence, on the other hand, was tense, and he had noticed Lucia with Other, and he didn't know why the two weren't fighting. But he knew that in Lucia's eyes, he was already a dead crow.

"Wherever it is, Ragnaros will show the strength it deserves, even if it's not his home turf. Orser said.

Lucia's originally deadly face finally changed slightly, her face showed a puzzled expression, and her golden eyes fluctuated slightly.

"You know that elemental creature?" Lucia frowned.

Oter didn't reply, just watched as little Ragnaros waved Safras in his hand mightily, and then silently counted the time in his mind.

If little Ragnaros continued to overuse this kind of power, there would have been about thirty seconds left to support the fire elemental energy that could have been supported for five minutes.

Lucia's curiosity about the ancient elf had risen in her heart.

Maybe he wasn't cleansed?

After hearing his own voice, he did not feel fear, and he seemed to be extremely calm.

Lucia re-examined Other's appearance.

Purple skin, black cloth, strange scarlet magic patterns on the body, and red crystals around the waist are all unique characteristics that people will never forget after seeing them at a glance.

But in Lucia's memory, there was no such elf.

Is it possible that he did not feel any power in him?

Then leave him alone for now.

Lucia shifted her gaze to Jean the Devourer, watching as his red tentacles continued to absorb moisture before being vaporized by the flames.

"Jean's sanity is in serious trouble," Lucia said, "and if he still has his sanity, this elemental creature should have been wiped out." ”

She has full confidence in Jean, and there are only a few ancient demons who have survived the Holy War, but they are definitely the most powerful, or have their own unique abilities.

Othur shook his head: "Ten seconds." ”

"Ten seconds?" Lucia wondered, and the fishtail swayed as well.

The whirlpool beneath Little Ragnaros was almost like a tornado, and the frequency of the rotation had formed a large maelstrom, and every now and then a Neela demon was swept into it, and then burned to ashes by the flames.

Safras had been infused with the tyrannical fire elemental, and they were crowded inside Safras, eager to unleash their power.

But little Ragnaros had already discovered the deficiency of the fire element in his body, and he decided to deal with the bug in front of him as soon as possible.

"Night Elves, next time, I want more. ”

Little Ragnaros swung the hammer in his hand, and the golden flames struck at Jean overwhelmingly, engulfing Gene's entire body, and instantly vaporizing a large chunk of water, and at this time it was already pouring rain in the air.

Sylvie quickly asked the king to take out the black greatsword and place it horizontally on top of Sylvie's head to act as an umbrella.

Mikael, on the other hand, was stunned, the rain pouring down on his armor, and he was so immersed in his own thoughts that he couldn't extricate himself.

Sylvie hesitated for a moment and walked over to Mikael's side, keeping a certain distance so that the king's black greatsword could block the raindrops on both Mikael's and Sylvie's heads.