Rumble!

The flames continued to fly, turning the already scorched and softened land into a slight redden, and the fury of the madness incarnate reached its peak in the face of the obstruction of the four 'kind' fellow elemental creatures. And the initiator of all this is none other than the mortal mage who is eyeing behind the firebird and the water elemental.

Roar –

Looking at the fire element that was roaring at him, Lan Luos plucked his ears very impatiently, and he could vaguely understand the meaning of the other party: "Is there a kind of one-on-one confrontation with you? Since you are such a dick, come on, come on, you take off your clothes, I will have a good talk with you about philosophical thoughts." ”

Roar!!

"Hey, I'm just cowardly, don't you come to beat me!"

Don't look at Lanlos and the other party, it's all tactics. Now that Marad has gone to the rescue, at least they don't need to worry about it for the time being. The incarnation of the Fury of Fire had a limited amount of time to exist, and now it was less than a minute left under the containment and skillful debate of his own elemental minions.

That's right, he didn't plan to be tough with this guy in the first place, anyway, it will dissipate by itself when the time comes, so there is no need to go through the trouble of stumbling to the end.

This is the advantage of having intelligence, being able to make rigorous and careful judgments based on the characteristics of both sides and the enemy, and it is also the key to Lanlos's victory in many cross-level challenges.

After summoning a high-level elemental minions that could form a team, Lanloth completely relaxed, except for the occasional sword charge to attract hatred, he kept hanging at the farthest cast distance to disgust the opponent.

Unfortunately, reality is not a game, and although the murderous aura towards this mortal is so strong that it almost turns into substance, in the last thirty seconds of the fury of the rage, the incarnation of the flame rage that seemed to be attacking the group of elemental minions suddenly stopped.

I saw that those eyes that were so bright that they were dazzling suddenly flashed with emerald green and chaotic firelight, and the next moment, it was an elven mage who couldn't shake off the humiliation of himself. Turning around, he suddenly turned into a stout flame python and galloped towards the center of the battlefield!

Golden opportunity.

Arcane shuddered, and Lanros' icy smile caused the air around him to condense into a visibly visible Xiaoice, and the white mist followed his movements, reaching out for the fire elemental.

Deep Freeze!

The temperature that fell below the limit in an instant weakened most of the fire elemental's vigorous flames, and even if it didn't go out, a thin layer of ice could still be seen covering its body.

Wait, when did this guy's strength become so weak?

While ice spells deal extra damage to fire, the elemental traits of the fire subspecies make them nearly immune to the additional effects of ice spells. Deep freezing is indeed powerful, but to say that it directly freezes a raging flame in the ice crystals, isn't it a bit too smooth?

The giant fire man, which was no longer moving, was still falling towards the battlefield due to inertia, and although the ice wrapped around it became thicker, Lan Los could not settle down. His gaze once again glanced at the other party's attribute panel.

Berserk, Fire Elemental, Suicide ......

Oops!

Cold drops of sweat flowed from the corners of his forehead, and Lanlos found that his self, who had always liked to criticize the conceit of others, had finally been planted on these two words today. He wanted to warn Marrad, who was as bright as a morning star in the night sky, but neither the sound nor the speed of teleportation was too slow.

Seeing a completely frozen humanoid flame rushing towards him, Malad was not wary at all, picked up the warhammer, and slammed it down with a blinding golden light. Not only was the powerful weapon strike so powerful that the nearby orcs were horrified to find that they couldn't even open their eyes normally against this light.

The Templars' rulings were only the paladins' most common offensive tactic against the Light's judgment power, and even if Malad was the strongest garrison, it didn't mean that his strength could reach such an exaggerated level.

The half-meter-thick ice was smashed through with a hammer, and the body of the fire elemental was directly torn apart by this huge force, but it didn't end there.

All the energy hidden in the core of the elements was violently stirred at this moment, touching the air, and suddenly there was an unimaginable violent collision!

The earth was trembling, and no one knew what was going on next except for the bright light that had blinded everyone just now, and the terrifying explosion spread wildly with a heat of thousands of degrees, even exceeding the transmission of sound.

Most of the people, before they heard the roar that shook the mountains, had been burned to the point of coke.

Soon, the night returned to its original calm.

Facing the suicide attack of the high-level fire elemental head-on, Marlad's current appearance is simply miserable. His eyebrows and hair were almost glued together, and his original blue skin was scorched yellow, and the dark skin continued to fall off as he breathed, turning to ashes.

Luckily, Vengeful Fury was added, and the Light energy helped him mitigate the damage to the greatest extent.

The entire battlefield was completely silent in this explosion, whether it was the orcs or the draenei, the lucky ones who could still stand up did not attack again, but turned to those seriously injured companions very tacitly.

Marrad came to his senses, and as the golden light on his body gradually dissipated, the burden of a thousand pounds of exhaustion made him shake and almost fall to the ground.

Even so, he still did not forget his compatriots: "Ahem, everyone ......"

The moment he turned around, the garrison officer froze in place as if petrified.

Some distance from the center of the explosion, the surviving Delaney behind Marrad recovered faster than him, and the crowd gathered around him, and the terrifying silence seemed to make everyone's breath disappear.

In the middle of them, Irel was half-crouched on the ground, holding a tall, charred black body in his arms, his otherwise bright eyes unconsciously widening as if he were dead.

Seeing the reaction of his subordinates from a distance, Marrad seemed to have guessed something, and the hammer in his hand slipped heavily and stumbled through the crowd.

The thin figure was completely destroyed by the heat, and it was impossible to judge her information from her appearance, except for the long sword and round shield, even if there was no life at all, they were still held in their hands.

Marrad fell to his knees with a thud, leaving two visible holes in the blood-soaked dirt. None of the people around spoke up, and the oppressive atmosphere was like a collapsing sky, making people vaguely feel as if even breathing was a luxury.

"Leyland, she's here to protect me, it's all my fault......" Iriel's trembling voice didn't know if it was guilt or fear.

Without the slightest response, and even eyes were completely focused on the cold corpse, Marrad silently reached out and carefully held Ryland in his arms.

This is probably the gentlest force he has ever used in his life. No, perhaps, should be the heaviest......

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Taking advantage of the fact that Draenei did not pursue, the remaining blade wind orcs quickly disappeared under the cover of the woods. After a while, the remaining team of dozens of people came to the meeting place of the evacuation, and a rickety back had been waiting for a long time.

"Why? What about the support of the Shadow Moon Clan?!" Chieftain Blade Wind, half of his chest collapsed, held back the pain and rushed forward as he vented his anger with the help of blood-filled words.

Scold!

Emerald green flames rose from the ground, and the moment the chief touched the man, an unstoppable aura of destruction surged up on him!

There was no wailing, no screaming, even the bones were reduced to ashes!

"You're doing a great job, but there's one last task. Like a real old man, the orc, completely shrouded in a cloak of animal skins, turned slowly, the tip of his staff constantly touching the dirt.

In the silence of the night, the rubbing of his shirt from his movements looked very eerie, especially the greedy and cunning evil smile under the hood.

"Can I ask you to die?"