The Molten Dogs are strong enough, otherwise they wouldn't be the watchdogs of the Flamelands.

Its heart contains most of the power of molten fire, the result of its growing cultivation in the Land of Fire.

Now, its power has been transferred to Sasha's body by shadow magic, allowing the orc to master the power of fire.

"Uhhh

Of course, at the same time overloading Sasha's body.

The Molten Dog in Otser's red crystal can almost be regarded as a quasi-legendary-level magical beast in this main plane.

This furious heart tried to exert its original strength, but it damaged the flesh of its new master.

The fire burned Sasha's muscles, and Sasha was only able to feel a little better by venting his strength.

"Kid ......"

The picture in my mind is the scene of the children of the Blade tribe eating their own snot to satisfy their hunger because they have no food. They snuggled up to each other for warmth, comforting each other in the cold grass hut, their voices faint but full of hope, until their bodies grew cold, and the voices gradually disappeared.

The flames in Sasha's hands suddenly erupted, forming a huge fireball that enveloped Cinderella. Flames surged fiercely in it, trying to consume Cinderella.

"Mother's ......"

His mother, like the other old men, trembled and clung to a branch, but fell weakly under the blizzard.

Why is it that the Blade Clan is a member of the Southern Alliance, but they can't enjoy the rights of the Southern Alliance?

Why did the food of the Blade tribe shrink drastically every winter every time the council was convened? Most of the Blade Clan's grain was handed over to the Southern Alliance, but he didn't have much leftover. This led to the tragedy of the Blade Clan.

Why......

The molten heart in Sasha's chest beat wildly, driving the power of the flames, condensing it into a fiery flame in the palm of his hand, and continuously pouring into the fireball that enveloped Cinderella.

"You can't stop me ......"

The power of the molten fire grew, and they roamed through the fireballs, waiting for the moment when Sasha exploded them.

"Perhaps. ”

Cinderella swung her sword in an arc, and the light exploded, shattering into a star, merging into flames and dispersing these stubborn fire elementals.

However, Sasha's punch slammed into Cinderella's armor again, sending the silver-white can flying upside down.

Sasha took advantage of the victory and chased after Cinderella's body like a cannonball, flying up with a kick that kicked Cinderella to the ground, leaving a deep hole.

"You don't seem to be worried about the Light Knight at all. Tran looked up at Othur on the roof.

"Cinderella's opponent can't support such a high load, the molten core is too strong for him, and he will soon fall for his own reasons. Other replied.

"That's right, under normal circumstances, Sasha really doesn't have a chance to win against that Knight of Light. Tran shrugged.

Then Tran looked at the dense arcane cages around him, and his evaluation of Othur went to the next level.

Tran knew the amount of magic it would take to maintain these arcane cages, and it looked like Othur still showed no signs of struggling.

I really want to use my best to live with this guy, and I definitely can't fight for a long time.

I'm afraid that only Wensar's infinite magic power can suppress this purple-skinned elf, right? What a terrifying mage, could it be an ancient elf wandering away?

But it seems that our mission has failed. Tran thought.

He had to dismember and transport the Abyss Lord's corpse to safety, and when he found it safe, use its blood to experiment with the Orcs of the Blade Clan, but Othur's presence undone his plans.

But it doesn't matter, I have one of the strongest insurance measures.

Tran chuckled softly, silently mocking the motionless blind elf on the roof.

"Sasha's will sustains him, and he may defeat the Knight of Light. Tran tilted his head and said to Othur.

"Will?"

"Yes, for the survival of the tribe, for the happiness of the children, he will force himself to do what he was not able to do before, like a stimulant, he will force himself to fight until the last moment. ”

Othur twisted his neck, pulling the arcane energy to intersect with each other, and the arcane cages were connected, squeezing the warlocks inside into a large makeshift prison.

The warlocks bumped into each other, but did not say a word, just bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Belief does allow for an explosion of latent energy, and Cinderella can really lose. Other wielded the arcane energy, turning it into a fluttering butterfly that fluttered through the air and then landed on Tran's hand in a strange trajectory.

"But if something like this happens, I'll correct the outcome of it. ”

The butterfly shook its wings as Tran poked his finger curiously.

It then exploded along with the entire arcane cage.

Under Orser's precise control, the energy did not leak out, it only blew up a block.

"I've felt a familiar wave of soul, she's close enough that I should go over and deal with her directly, lest she summon the Burning Legion. ”

Orser took off his golden rose robes, revealing his sturdy and powerful upper body, and the scarlet magic pattern was exposed to the sunlight, making it look extremely deep.

Holding a Nornella in each hand, he disappeared without a sound.

"But you're not going to get there the first time. ”

Tran took a deep breath, he didn't even die in the explosion. His cheeks were even more rosy, and he looked more energetic.

As Tran gently tapped the ground, dozens of meters of green demonic ghost hands burst out of the ground, blocking the way to the open-air auction house.

"Not really, because I have to kill you first. ”

Nornilla's afterimage appeared in Tran's afterglow, and he jerked back, his arms sprang out of the ground with his demonic energy, supporting his body so that he didn't fall too badly.

By the time he came to his senses, his hands were gone.

They lay dumbfounded at Orsher's feet, blood vaporizing on Norneira.

"Those warlocks are all you, I already knew it," Other shrugged, "It's easy to fool others by duplicating multiple bodies and spreading out your strength, but in my eyes, you have only one soul." ”

"And what I didn't expect was that Sylvie would give you the use of evil power so quickly?"

Other shook Nornilla from his hand and walked towards Tran with a flat expression.

"It's nice to be able to kill a Legendary Warlock so easily, blind ancient elves. ”

Tran's face quickly melted, and the orc's rugged face vanished, replaced by the appearance of a gray-haired old man. His severed hands were replaced with evil energy, and his green arms flowed strangely, shining brightly.

"Reacquainted, my name is Edward. ”

Evil energy fell from the sky like a waterfall and poured on Edward's body.