Almost the moment the fireball appeared, Yang Long's mind was alarmed, and all the hairs on his body stood up, and an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

Reflexively looked back, only to see a huge sphere exuding scorching heat, flying straight towards him, Yang Long's face suddenly gloomy a little.

"It's really dragon magic!" scolding in a low voice, Yang Long slammed to the right, trying to avoid the fireball's range.

But even if it deviated fifty meters away from the flank, Yang Long could still feel that the fireball was still following closely, like a tracking missile, firmly locking on his back.

If a simple dodge was all it took to escape from the dragon's magic, then the Dragon Legion would not be the uncrowned king of the many forces in the world of Azeroth.

For not being able to avoid this fireball formed by using dragon magic, although Yang Long had a certain amount of psychological preparation, he still felt a little bad in his heart, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

However, the position he was in now was less than a hundred meters away from the limestone group in front of him, so Yang Long simply increased his running speed to the limit, trying to use the terrain to avoid the threat after entering the limestone group.

It's a matter of life and death!

One hundred meters

Fifty meters

Twenty meters

Running forward with all his might, Yang Long was like an agile black panther, swept straight ahead like lightning. The muscles up and down the body made a clicking sound like a rubber band stretched to the extreme because of the high load of exercise.

And even if the speed increased to such an extent, Yang Long's speed was still much inferior to the fireball, and the distance between the two was shortening every second.

By the time Yang Long was about to step into the limestone group, the distance between the fireball and him was already less than thirty meters.

Yang Long, who was running with all his might, could even feel the hot temperature transmitted from the iron arrow inserted in his back, and his shoulder-length hair was also bent due to the high temperature, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

"Drink!" Yang Long stepped heavily on the mountain rock under his feet. Like a cannonball, it crashed straight into the limestone group.

Rumble!

In an instant, a huge fireball slammed into the outermost layer of limestone, shattering five or six rocks in succession. Finally, the stability of the form could not be maintained. It exploded violently in the midst of the earth-shattering loud noise.

It was originally a sphere with a diameter of five meters. It spread out in all directions, engulfing the ground within a radius of 100 meters in less than a second. The waves of fire were more than ten meters high.

The pervasive high-temperature flames not only turned the low shrubs outside the limestone group into fly ash in an instant, but also poured into the limestone group, shattering large areas of limestone.

The implied lethality of this one fireball was far beyond the ability of most top-tier flame mages.

Not to mention that he is a professional who has not yet reached a high level, even a pseudo-super-rank flame mage cannot resist this blow head-on.

The black dragon released this dragon magic language, mainly relying on the moment of explosion to kill and injure the enemy, so the burning time was not long, but it lasted for half a minute before it was extinguished.

Calm had returned to the limestone formations, save for the sound of black dragons flapping their wings and the gasping of orcs sitting atop naïve dragons.

If it was the enemy that Yang Long had encountered before, he might have already thought that Yang Long had been wiped out, but the black young dragon in front of him didn't seem to be ready to end this hunt so simply.

"Green-skinned monkeys, go down and find that human's corpse!" the black dragon shook its long neck and commanded the orc with the crossbow arrow in orc language.

Hearing the black young dragon's insulting words, the sinister smile on the ninth-order orc's face narrowed slightly, and a slight anger appeared in his eyes.

However, the orc leader still obediently stood up from the young dragon and bowed down, "Obey your orders, Lord Filmore!"

Picking up a well-made two-handed sword placed on the dragon's back, with a length of about one and a half meters, the ninth-order orc leader waved his arm, and without waiting for the young dragon to land completely, he jumped from a height of twenty or thirty meters with a slight jump.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the ninth-order orc leader fell to the ground, his big sword firmly held in front of his chest, and he glanced around vigilantly, ready to counterattack the possible attack at any time.

Orcs who can reach the strength of the high-level or above are different from the rest of the same race that are not fully intelligent, and there is actually not much gap in wisdom compared to humans of the same strength.

For the black young dragon's unscrupulous insult, his heart was already filled with monstrous anger.

However, he didn't dare to show it in the slightest, because this ninth-order orc understood what kind of noble status the black young dragon on his head had.

Therefore, he counted all the jealousy and hatred on Yang Long's head, and without waiting for the rest of his orc companions to fall, he began to search along the area that Yang Long entered.

The average height of this limestone group is about six or seven meters, and the distance between the rocks is about 1-2 meters.

Except for the orc leader with ninth-order strength, the rest of the fourth-order orcs did not have the ability to jump from such a high place safely, so they were all waiting for the landing of the young dragon.

It was for this reason that before the orcs had completely landed on the ground, the ninth-order orc leader had already arrived on the inside of the outer edge of the limestone group, near the edge of the area that had been shattered by the fireball.

Yang Long, who was carrying seven or eight iron arrows on his back, his entire right hand was carbonized, his lower body was trapped in volcanic ash, and his upper body was covered by clothes, so he lay silently in front of this orc's eyes.

Before seeing Yang Long's corpse, the ninth-order orc was relatively calm, but when the enemy's corpse lay in front of him, the orc hesitated a little.

This ninth-order orc leader didn't believe at all that an enemy who couldn't even be killed by a head-on hit with the Charge Secret Technique would die so easily.

After being stunned for less than half a second, the ninth-order orc leader suddenly burst out and slashed down at Yang Long, who was lying on the ground.

Laugh at!

The two-handed greatsword slashed without hesitation, cutting the corpse lying on the ground in half, and even the two iron arrows stuck in the corpse's back were cut in two under the cutting of the sharp greatsword.

There was no violent counterattack from the corpses on the ground, and there was no threatening turn of events, everything was so natural that the ninth-order orcs were a little overwhelmed at once.

"Huh, is it really dead?" The ninth-order orc was surprised, looking at the broken corpse in a daze, his tense nerves relaxed little by little, and he was just about to turn around and summon his subordinates, but the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped, remembering something that made him feel wrong.

That is, the corpse of the enemy was broken in two, and there was not a single trace of blood flowing out!

"Not good!" The ninth-order orc's heart jumped violently, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a burst of cold air coming from behind him, and reflexively turned his head to look, and his eyes showed a look of fear.

Just because in front of its eyes, a fist-sized ice hockey ball has reached the moment when it is about to explode!

At this time, the ninth-order orc leader realized that the corpse on the ground that he mistook for Yang Long was actually just a disguise built by a few sundries.

"Ice, burst!" A voice came from behind the limestone more than ten meters to the left of the ninth-order orc, full of qi and completely unharmed, and even the sound of panting from excessive physical exertion could not be heard.

Pound!

At the same time as Yang Long shouted, the ice hockey ball that had condensed into a ball swelled violently to the size of a basketball and exploded violently.

Each piece of ice is a different size, from as small as a hair to as large as a finger, and splatters out in all directions.

The ninth-order orc leader who bore the brunt of the attack, before he even had time to blink his eyelids, was hit head-on by dozens of ice chips, and was immediately beaten to the point that his brain burst and his body was like a rag, and his body fell backwards as soon as he became weak.

And Yang Long, who was in good physical condition, also jumped out of hiding in the next moment after the ice chips were splashed, grabbed a two-handed sword full of cracks in his hand, and ran towards the place where the other orcs landed.

At the same time, with the lesson of the previous serious injury, although the ninth-order orc in front of him was already dead and could no longer die, but when Yang Long passed by his corpse, he still used his two-handed big sword to slash between his neck, separating the head and body of this orc enemy was at ease.

From using the superficial camouflage technique to attract the enemy's attention, killing the ninth-order orc leader with the Ice Storm technique, to Yang Long's rapid snatching out, it only took less than half a minute.

In such a short period of time, only three of the more than twenty fourth-order crossbowmen landed on the ground, and the rest were still jumping down from the top of the limestone of five or six meters, and they were completely defenseless against Yang Long, who suddenly killed.

Therefore, when Yang Long killed the orcs who had descended to the ground one after another, the smell of flying blood attracted the attention of the orcs, and at this time, Yang Long's two-handed sword had once again slashed through the neck of the last orc who fell to the ground.

"Ahh

An orc who had just jumped from the top of the limestone spotted the human figure on the ground, as well as the mangled corpses of five of his companions.

The orc crossbowman with a panicked look on his face had just let out a loud roar in an attempt to warn the people above when he was pierced by Yang Long's two-handed greatsword.

With an orc weighing nearly three hundred pounds, the speed of the two-handed sword was still unabated, and after making a soft sound~, it easily pierced into the limestone wall, nailing the orc firmly to the stone wall.

Half of the two-handed greatsword with a length of nearly two meters pierced into the rock wall.

At the same time, Yang Long jumped up, and after jumping four or five meters high, his strength dissipated, but he stepped on the two-handed big sword and jumped up again with his strength, rushing towards the orcs on the top of the limestone!

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