"Fire Dancer!" Marcelo appeared in front of the fourth fortress on Hot Wheels, a large red ball of fire swirling around his fingertips. The corners of Marcelo's mouth opened slightly, revealing a bright smile, and another large fireball appeared on his finger. The Fire Dancer's control over the fire elemental is even more refined than before. It is said that the battlefield is the most wonderful environment for growth, and Marcelo has a deep understanding of this, and he has touched the threshold of the gold level.

Tianhuo followed, the gold-level adventurer is an absolute strength in the wilderness, he is the easiest person in the battle of the three armies, as long as the safety of Marcelo is guaranteed, he will definitely not do any more. To the level of Tianhuo, the understanding of power has exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. In fact, Angela's blessing of the power of the god of war on Tianhuo has caused trouble to his battle, and if he wants to break through to the legendary realm, it is no longer something that can be done bigger, stronger, and faster, what is needed is an understanding of the original desire of power.

The banana fan shook gently, and a wisp of breeze floated the brown hair in Tianhuo's ears, and after the moon stone ore, Tianhuo could no longer use that gale move. No matter how hard he instigated the banana fan, he couldn't attract the magic elements between heaven and earth.

"The time has not yet come!" Tianhuo did not feel anxious at all, but gradually calmed down in his heart.

There was a clash of horses' hooves from the other direction. Morgridet stretched the raven into the air, and a short distance away a pile of colorful flags fluttered, and many adventurers rushed towards the fourth fortress with torches and their mounts.

This is Redbeard's motley knight legion, which Morgaret had seen when he was at Camp Redbeard. They have goblin knights riding wind goats, human knights riding horses, and dwarven knights riding moose, in short, an army of motley knights.

Ahhhh

The two teams reached the preset battlefield one after the other, and the fourth fortress turned into a giant millstone, around which countless knights began to fight.

The fight ignited the anger in the gray dwarf's chest, and he rode lightning to run back and forth in the fortress, and Mowglitte wanted to go outside and fight the enemy with the ruling, but Mowglitte knew that he couldn't, and he wanted to ensure that the fourth fortress was successfully established. Until now, it was fragile.

The gentle water turned into white crystals, but it was still not hard enough, and in the wilderness, a strong fortress needed to be frozen over time before it could become a strong fortress.

The walls continued to rise and rise, and they reached five meters, and they fell on the walls one by one, and in the cold wind, they soon turned into white ice crystals. The ice crystals gradually extended, and the walls gradually became solid.

Outside the fourth fortress, the white skeleton cavalry converged in one place, forming a white torrent. The Black Cavalry of Moonstone and the motley cavalry of Redbeard converged in one place, leaving a clear line between the two teams.

"Kill ......," Salit Larsson waved the banner, and the black cavalry charged towards the white skeleton cavalry. Redbeard's motley cavalry followed, and the three sides were scuffled.

In the Valley of the Dead, that powerful coercion became nothing. Skywalker lifted the tattered armor on his chest, revealing a white stone tablet that glowed softly in the black chest, and another hole in the stone tablet was wearing a black rope of unrecognizable material. The rope was around Skywalker's neck.

"Come on, my darling!" Skywalker's withered fingers removed the stone tablet from his neck, and he shone it toward the black hand bone inside the altar.

The soft light shrouded the huge black hand bones, and suddenly the hand bones moved, and its joints made a grinding sound, as if the old man who had just woken up and woke up, trembling and trembling, and with a bang, the hand bones broke free from the altar, and were suspended in mid-air. The five black, dry fingers were like a naughty little boy, pinched and released at one moment, as if playing a fun game. The pitch-black and dry elbow below the fingers, and the elbows are gone, floating in front of the natural without support.

"Wake up, wake up!" a puff of black smoke emanated from Skywalker's fingers, and the smoke spiraled like a nimble little snake around the giant black hand. After circling for half a circle, he saw the pitch-black giant hand, which squeezed sharply, trying to catch the black smoke that swirled around him. Then, as if the nimble snake-like smoke had already prevented him, he turned around, and the huge black hand grabbed an empty space.

Skywalker watched silently as the pitch-black giant hand was played by the black smoke in mid-air, but the pitch-black giant hand gradually became more flexible. Finally, it grabbed the black smoke, and at that moment, the smoke dispersed.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" the Natured One let out three roars in succession, each one higher and higher-pitched. It's hard to imagine that a skeleton can make such a loud noise.

The sound seemed to touch the huge black hand, and it stopped in the air, quiet like a real skeletal arm, but the silence was only an illusion, and soon his fingers began to rub, and the friction made a rustling sound.

An ignorant undead skeleton near the altar was lured by the rustling sound and came to the pitch-black hand. The huge black hand spun up and down excitedly around the undead skeleton, knowing that the undead skeleton became helpless.

"Don't move, that's it," Skywalker suddenly exclaimed, "That's it, good, don't move!"

Suddenly, the pitch-black giant hand struck, and it grabbed the undead skeleton. The giant hand was so big that the undead skeleton was caught by it and couldn't move, and at this moment, the giant hand exerted its strength, and the undead skeleton turned into powder, white powder in its palm.

Something strange happened, the white powder leaked out of the pitch-black hand, but instead of falling to the ground, it floated and gathered towards the elbow of the pitch-black hand, and then the pitch-black hand began to grow, and at its elbow, a white bone grew.

"That's it, that's it!" Skywalker let out a happy laugh. In the midst of its laughter, the giant black hand rushed into the depths of the Valley of the Dead, where countless undead skeletons were within.

Countless soul fires were extinguished without warning.