The inheritance secret technique just now showed a powerful destructive power, and Alexia was really worried in her heart, so she rushed over with Minnie, just in time to sneak attack from the rear and kill the ice mage.

However, the beautiful Night Elf knew that despite his own good intentions, Yang Long was still very disgusted by this disobedient behavior.

That's why she didn't take advantage of her hands, and dragged the unconscious "little white-faced" human, that is, the noble Anduin-Ureon, over roughly, wanting to divert Yang Long's attention and avoid being punished.

"My lord, what should this person do?" Alexia asked timidly.

However, Yang Long completely ignored the female elf's inquiry, but squatted down and flipped the dead defensive warrior, and on his corpse that was bombarded by the broken water droplets, he carefully examined and rummaged, and his face looked a little not good.

The real situation is the same, but Yang Long is very unhappy.

Since being transformed by the energy of the moon well and becoming the appearance that looks like a night elf now, the dark energy in Yang Long's body has also undergone a qualitative change, showing a different power and operation mode from the past, that is, the current water-bead-shaped breaking energy.

And although Yang Long had already vaguely felt the peak of dark energy in his previous life, it was definitely not the complete state of qi, but he had no chance to confirm this idea, and it was the first time he had experienced such a situation since arriving in the world of Azeroth.

In other words, Yang Long's current state is completely crossing the river by feeling the stones.

After resisting the inheritance secret technique "purification", Yang Long felt a little different changes in his body. Later, although the perception was interrupted by the offensive of the defending warriors, the clues could already be seen from the breaking strength that was released to kill the opponent.

After absorbing enough Shadow Flames, Yang Long's own Breaking Water Beads contained extremely high temperatures, and every professional who was hit by the Breaking Water Beads in the fatal parts would turn their armor into ashes, and only a very few special products would remain.

But now the corpse in front of Yang Long was not only not burned like before, but there was not even a trace of burning.

At the same time, the difference from the previous breaking strength is the corpse of this defensive warrior, with the breaking strength water droplets penetrating as the center point. A circle of about twenty-five centimeters is formed. The flesh and armor within this range were all stirred up by invisible forces.

This is also the reason why as a defensive warrior with strong vitality, he will die a tragic death in an instant after receiving a blow.

Obviously, there has been a change within the breaking power, which has led to such a situation. This uncontrollable dynamics of change. Yang Long unconsciously furrowed his eyebrows. There was some unhappiness in my heart.

"Well, the energy of the Shadow Flame has not disappeared, but it has not emitted at all" Yang Long condensed a bead of broken water, put it in his hand and felt it carefully for a moment. I wondered, "Is there a crack because of the pressure?" But what about the explosion?"

"What's wrong with you, sir!" Alexia finally called out after a moment of uneasy waiting.

Hearing Alexia's shout, Yang Long finally let go of the doubts in his heart, raised his head and looked at the nervous female elf, and the thoughts in his heart were together, and he used the energy in his body, ready to give her a little hardship.

"No, don't, please" Alexia, who had seen many times in other people and had experienced a lot of severe pain and torture herself, understood what was going to happen when she saw Yang Long's expression, and immediately fell to her knees and begged.

To the surprise of the female elf, the memorable sharp pain did not appear, on the contrary, a refreshing sense of comfort appeared in her body, so that the crying and mourning expression on her pretty face did not disappear, and she appeared happy and surprised, and even couldn't help moaning: "Hmm"

"It's amazing!" Yang Long thought with hatred in his heart, and silently gritted his teeth: "Even the qi in their bodies has changed. ”

Glancing at Alexia, whose face was flushed from the gaffe, Yang Longbiao turned around expressionlessly, strode to the range of the thick black mist, and said in a flat tone into the air: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, old fellow." ”

Like a cloud of smoke that could not dissolve the ink, immediately after Yang Long's words, there was a change, a faint figure appeared at the edge of the smoke range, and the smoke covering a large area was rapidly shrinking towards the figure.

Less than two minutes later, all the smoke disappeared, and an old man who was about to die, with a magic staff, stood in front of Yang Long.

About 1.8 meters tall, with a bony body, wearing a filthy magic robe, with a purple conical hat on top of his head, and several split burrs can be seen on the brim, like an old beggar.

However, Yang Long didn't have any contempt, but his eyes were full of solemnity, because he knew who the old man in front of him was.

"Mr. Grofe, you really don't have the grace of an aristocracy, cough cough" The old man covered his mouth with his left hand and coughed a few times, and the bones in his body trembled a few times, and it looked like he might die suddenly on the ground at any moment as he spoke.

Matilda, Xueni, and Elucia, standing behind the old man with confused eyes, only came to their senses at this time.

"Don't hurry up and come here!" Yang Long snorted, glanced and sensed for a moment, and after finding that the third girl did not have any abnormalities, he glanced at the old man with deep meaning a few times, and then said inexplicably: "It seems that you don't want to continue to mess around with the hunters, Wordsworth-Fergus." ”

When Matilda heard this, she immediately shuddered, glanced at the old man a little timidly, and leaned towards Yang Long's side.

Wordsworth-Fergus, the fourth leader of the "Hunters" of the Stormwind Kingdom, a fourteenth-order high-ranking demon warlock, an old guy who has lived for more than two hundred years, and no one knows the exact age, joined the Hunters organization ninety years ago.

These are all information about the old man in front of him, which has long been memorized by Yang Long, and Matilda is also very clear.

"Oh! no," Wordsworth-Fergus grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "His Royal Highness the Prince has already died at your hands, and if you are not arrested, you will definitely not be able to pay the difference!"

The old man's words made Alexia very puzzled, and subconsciously turned her head to look, only to be shocked to find that Anduin-Ureon, who was dragged behind by herself, didn't know when it was corrupted by magic, and only half of her body that had lost its temperature was still alive.

"Ahh

The means of killing Prince Anduin silently, only Yang Long could feel the few people present, and at this time, Yang Long did not blame Alexia, and said nonchalantly: "What do you want? ”

"Tsk tsk" Wordsworth-Fergus looked like a ruffian, raised his hand and waved, "I have your handle now!Mr. Grovefe, if I tell King Varian about this."

Seeing the contemptuous smile that flashed on Yang Long's face, the bad old man turned his head and added, "By the way, I will tell you great news! Our great King Varian has become a mortal existence half a month ago. ”

Even today's Yang Long, when he heard the news, his heart still sank: "Super Rank?"

"Yes, that's right, it's super level!" The bad old man danced with his hands, and made an analogy like crazy: "That level of existence, you only need a little finger to squeeze me to death, it's really very, very scary!"

Looking at the nervous Wordsworth-Fergus, Yang Long felt quite stressed, judging from the previous contact, the strength of this bad old man obviously greatly exceeded that of the fourteenth-order upper rank, and it was obvious that it was a fifteenth-order powerhouse.

In particular, the sense of crisis transmitted by the sixth sense also exceeded many of the original estimates of Santis-Hazuki, and the bad old man in front of him, who seemed to be no threat, was likely to have become a fifteenth-order mid-rank, or even a higher-rank strength.

"Hmph, so what?" Yang Long sneered and said straight to the point: "Let's talk about your purpose." ”

(To be continued......)