"Roar. ”

Abdul-Jabbar's warhammer and Death Knight's runic sword collide once again, former comrades, today's mortal enemies. There was no flashy elemental show, and this time, the warhammer and iron sword collided hard, and the orc warrior and the death knight fought by brute force.

Kjhook Essarivan chanted a spell, and in an instant, a bright lightning bolt pierced the skeleton in front of him, and after the skeleton guards scattered, more carrion corpses surrounded the human female mage.

Baladin roared and took his companion's battle axe, cutting off the head of the nearest carrion, the black disgusting blood suddenly gushed out, savage fighting, even in the land of the revenant, magic is rarely used, Jabbar doesn't know magic, but it seems that the mage needs to spend a lot of physical strength to cast spells here. Therefore, many humans, elven mages can also draw their iron swords to kill the enemy, and they are not willing to chant spells to fight, at most they only enchant their own weapons.

"Roar. ”

The Storm Hammer blocked the Death Knight's first sword, and Jabbar roared in anger and violently pushed Alonso, who had become a Death Rider. The former king was shoved away and stumbled backwards, his eyes still so hollow, no soul dominating the body, only Skeletron's evil spells controlling it.

"Hades, Skeletron, show up, hiding behind this carrion will only make me think you're a bad guy. ”

Jabbar pushed the Death Knight away, roaring and taunting.

But Skeletron is not a Bloodroar, and the Lord of the Undead has more patience and cunning than Orcs. Perhaps it was also afraid of the power of the stars, Abdul-Jabbar guessed.

"You don't deserve to fight me, orc. I have enough of this body to deal with you. ”

Abdul-Jabbar's roar, taunt, had no effect, and Skeletron answered him by manipulating the Death Knight's vocal cords. The blue eyes are no longer the pride and wisdom of the king. Jabbar gripped the hammer and slammed it again.

But in an instant, dozens of skeleton warriors surrounded Abdul-Jabbar, and it was clear that Skeletron was not in a hurry to let his death knight deal with this orc, but wanted to slowly drown Abdul-Jabbar through the Sea of Skulls.

"Roar. ”

Abdul-Jabbar gripped the hammer and swung it left and right, this time, there was no flashy elemental performance, because in this land of the dead, Abdul-Jabbar barely felt any elemental response, no lightning, no fire, no hurricane, just a heavy warhammer, physical attack.

Bump, bump, bump.

In an instant, four or five skeleton warriors who came up were scattered, and the warhammer seemed to be very light in Jabbar's hands, very light, and with a wave of his hand, it was a powerful weight. A skeleton warrior who leaned up was even directly shattered by the shield, and then the upper arm was shattered by the warhammer, and the bone residue was shattered to the ground.

But the carrion was too much to handle, and the two dark carrion corpses tightened Jabbar's throat with their arms that were not yet fully decomposed, and the orc threw the carrion behind him to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and disgusting juice suddenly spat out of the rotting mouth.

The others were also wrestling savagely, but it was a hopeless battle of trapped beasts. There are too many undead, they step on the corpses of dead human infantry, and surround the team of less than a thousand people in the center to fight, although the fall of each orc warrior is exchanged for the fall of a dozen skeleton undead, but the number of undead here is far more than the living warriors, Skeletron only needs to let his men slowly close and grind these intruders to death.

"Dragon, it's a dragon!"

The crowd roared out with a scream of exhaustion, and a dragon suddenly appeared in the sky with white bones but burning with blue flames, apparently, this dragon was the dragon that appeared on the day of the fall of Teletham. On the day of the fall of Teletham, tens of thousands of humans and elven coalition forces could not defeat the dragon, and now, in the face of an army of less than a thousand people on the ground, the frost dragon simply treated Jabbar's group like toys.

"There is no hope for us. ”

In the crowd, some people began to speak in despair. This scene is too terrifying, the periphery is densely packed, the dead and refilled skeleton undead, and there is an incomparably huge frost dragon in the air, the free people's attack on the land of the dead is over, there is no reinforcements, no hope, not even the true face of Skeletron has not been seen, and now the whole army is about to be wiped out.

Jabbar glanced at Raphael in the crowd, the elven rangers still shooting desperately, and Lord Itreg beside his daughter, slashing at all approaching undead skeletons and rotting zombies with a double-edged knife.

"Whew. ”

The Frost Dragon began to swoop, its roar tearing through the sky, its massive wings fanning a hurricane. Such a dive was undoubtedly desperate for the crowd on the ground now, no matter what means the dragon used, they had no ability to protect themselves, even if they simply flew by, no one could resist its impact. Not to mention that it can breathe fire......

"Ah......h

There was a heart-rending scream from the crowd, and instead of spewing out the blue flames, the frost dragon directly plundered the crowd at a low altitude, and the huge frost claws grabbed the human and orc warriors on the ground, and then carried them into the air, and then released the claws, and groups of flesh-and-blood soldiers and warriors were thrown from the sky.

In a tragic scene, the frost dragon was like playing with its own new toys, playing with the few remaining warriors on the field, and the elven archers shot with all their might, but it was like tickling the dragon, all the arrows only grazed the surface of the keel, and there may not even be any traces of abrasion.

"You can't do that again, dragon!"

In the melee, the archmage Esshara could no longer bear it, although she was exhausted, but as the last light mage, Esshara still raised the staff in her hand and cast the spell with all her strength, the light spell broke free from the shackles of darkness and struck the frost dragon in the black canopy again.

Now, the archmage's attack annoyed the dragon......

Last time in Teletham Bay, it was Aishara who faced the dragon alone, and now the same scene happened again, except that the frost dragon was still the same frost dragon, and the archmage had consumed most of his mana in the previous battle, and now, the duel between the two was almost a foregone conclusion, a one-sided slaughter.

"Aishara, you can't beat it. ”

Abdul-Jabbar was also shocked to see such a scene, but the Storm Warhammer could not gather the power of the elements, and as a shaman, Abdul-Jabbar was now unable to summon lightning. The Necromancer had cut off the elemental powers from the sidelines, and now, Warhammer had no advantage other than being brave in physical attack. But against the Frost Dragon, do you want to hammer it with this two-handed hammer?

Areoahook screamed hoarsely, a ray of light enveloped the archmage, and the last of its magical power annoyed the dragon completely. The next moment, facing the direction of Azhara's release of the arrow of light, the frost dragon swooped down, the frost breath was so powerful that it instantly suppressed Azhara's light spell, and the frost breath flew towards Azhara, and in the next second, the human infantry and elven archers around Azhara were all frozen into ice sculptures. And Ishalla herself...... The last breath of life that was completely lost.

"No!"

Amid the panicked cries of the crowd, the dragon swooped down to the ground, destroying Azhara and the ice sculptures around him, turning them into piles of ice slag scattered on the ground......