The scarlet lightning struck Lanloth with wings outstretched at a speed that was difficult to react to, and the magic of the Death Finger poured rudely into his body, and in this instant, the pain, tyranny, and all the negative emotions disappeared, and only a cold was left in Lanloth's perception.

He remembered the feeling, the feeling of death......

The wings lost their strength, and Lanloth fell like a crow stunned by a violent storm.

Boom!

His back slammed to the ground, and the smooth white slate shattered in large areas, and warm and scarlet blood spilled from his seven orifices like an infusion, staining the white marble bright red in the blink of an eye.

"What the hell is this monster?"

"Demons?"

"I think I've seen it in a book. ”

......

There was a deliberately suppressed voice of discussion in his ears, and the groggy Lanros finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

With the demonic form's physique increase at the cost of his life, Lanloth's Tenacity Immunity also reached a surprising height, and the instant death effect of the Death Finger did not take effect. But after all, this is a high-level spell, and Lan Luo didn't even have time to activate the necklace and belt protection, so he used his body to resist.

It's really uncomfortable.

"Stand back, he's still alive!" the cold voice was full of fortitude and unyieldingness, and Lannather's low drink not only quieted the crowd, but also made Lanros's mind clearer and clearer.

With a cry of pain, Lanlos clubbed the Destroyer to the ground and stood up tremblingly: "Lannather, Salorian is still ......"

"This is a Sdomka monster, where is Lanros?!" Lanros looked like few people could recognize him, Lannathel was not sharp-eyed, she was an anxious person, her first reaction was not to listen to the other party's words, but to stare at the rough giant sword in the other party's hand and ask eagerly.

Seeing the whole team of High Elves casting hostile glances at him, Lanlos really wanted to cry without tears, he had no way and no time to explain, every minute and second wasted now would make Satel even stronger.

The only way is to lead the trouble......

"I'm sorry. Whispering as if talking to himself, Lanloth raised his hand and waved his hand, taking all the elven warriors within range as targets, and the invisible power suddenly pierced into their flesh and blood like steel needles, and in this overwhelming wail, a faint green streamer poured out of their bodies, and all rivers converged into Lanloth's body.

Although the large-scale life absorption did not cause excessive damage to these elven warriors, the heart-rending pain of the forced snatching of the vitality was a shadow for a lifetime, and even a warrior with rich combat experience like Lannacel couldn't help but grit his teeth and his eyes were about to split.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with a look of hatred, Lanloth took a deep breath, recovered a lot of his body and squatted slightly, the wide demonic wings stretched out in a breaking wind, and with the raging wind, Lanlos soared into the air again, trying to transfer the hatred of these people to Satel's place.

"Shoot it down!" Almost as Lannacel shouted this, everyone quickly removed the bow and arrow from their backs with great tacit understanding, but in the blink of an eye, the bowstring had already been drawn.

The most impressive aspect of the High Elves, apart from the arcane, is the Ranger, and while the warriors of the Morning Blade are primarily charged into battle, they are rarely used in the native warfare of Quel'Salas.

Therefore, Ranger training is also an essential item for them, so that these warriors can cooperate with the Traveler at a certain time.

To put it simply, their archery skills are just as amazing.

Seeing that a series of dense arrows completely sealed the dodge space up and down his left and right, Lanlos frowned, and chanted the incantation at a speed that was so fast that it blurred, and an invisible barrier appeared just before the arrows penetrated his body.

The arrows that were supposed to end up on him suddenly turned around at this moment, avoiding his body perfectly and strangely, as if coated with super lubricants, and every arrow passed by him.

The force field is skewed, unlike the simple and intuitive protection spells like the shield, it can change the direction of the vector force in an instant, and it does not automatically dissolve after taking an over-damage blow like the shield, and it lasts long enough for Lanloth to traverse the entire battlefield intact.

However, this spell is not flawless, it only works against physical attacks, and for melee attacks, its protection is not as impressive as expected. It's not easy to change the direction of a blade swung by an experienced warrior.

To get back to the point, just as Lanlos smiled as he successfully blocked the rain of arrows, a purple streamer suddenly rose from the ground in another direction. The galloping arcane energy took advantage of Lanloth's inattention and accurately hit his wings, and the next moment, countless purple runes and lines attached to it, outlining a complex and obscure circle of familiarity.

Feeling the invasion of arcane energy, Lanloth's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could react, the originally outstretched wings instantly lost all their strength, and Lanloth's figure fell quickly towards the ground again.

In addition to removing the flight effect of spells, the forbidden space can also generate force field restraints on the target's wings, and targets with insufficient strength will not be able to break through the restraints and wave their wings. Lanloth's extraordinary strength is enough for him to break through the shackles, but he needs to focus on it and it will take time.

At the beginning, Eldagossa was ravaged by the evil beast that had been knocked out of the medicine because he could not break free from Satyr's forbidden space technique in the first place, and Lanloth is now a copy of the blue dragon.

"Up!" Retracting his staff, Romans not far away gave a concise order, leading a group of arcanists to quickly chant a spell in the direction of Lanloth's fall.

Before the latter could hit the ground, he was overwhelmed by a sea of fireballs and arcane missiles.

In the ruined hall of the Sunwell, the smile on Sataire's face grew as he listened to the crackling explosions and shouts of murder in the distance. Borrowing from the anxiety of Lanloth and the High Elves' absolute hatred of demons, this seemingly ridiculous cannibalism was already in Sataire's plans.

Now, no one can disturb ......

Hiss –

The sound of blades dragging across the smooth floor suddenly appeared in this space, so subtle that if it weren't for Sataire's sensitive perception, I am afraid that it would have been ignored directly.

"I love your persistence. Stunned, Satelle slowly turned to look at the embarrassed figure covered in blood and dirt, her eyes full of contempt and contempt, "I thought I would be able to add a good servant, but now, your stupidity disgusts me to the extreme. ”

"Don't think, defile, sun, ......well," he held up Queldore, and Salorian didn't comment on Sartel's words, struggling to spit out a few staccato words of Salas as he moved, and the wounds on his body once again oozed scarlet blood.

Stained his tattered armor unusually brightly.

"My will cannot be disobeyed, my steps cannot be stopped, with your strength alone, what can you do to stop me!" Sheater smiled coldly, still ignoring it, and continued to rely on the keystone to absorb the magic of the well water, and used practical actions to satirize the other party's useless resistance.

Clenching his teeth, Salorian took a deep breath, and then slowly closed his eyes, completely immersed his spirit in the Queldra in his hand: "My life, dedicated to Quel'Salas!"

The originally dim runes on the sword's body once again bloomed with dazzling blue brilliance, and under the intention of protecting his homeland, Salorian clenched the great sword in both hands, and the originally staggering figure walked forward like a flying forward, and a loud battle cry soared into the sky, as if to completely shatter the clouds full of destruction above his head.

"Mortals, after all, are just mortals. Silently shaking his head, looking at Salorian, who had used everything to swing his sword at him, Sartel's expression was indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation, "Stupid." ”

The scarlet flash of Death's finger pierced the sky, completely drowning out the warriors who charged at him.