The crowd was in a frenzy, the 8-ring bewilderment control magic, and under the premise of the deep and terrifying impression that Lanlos had just left, nearly a third of the dragoons were consumed by a nightmare called madness.

Looking at the blood-like scarlet eyes on those familiar faces, neither orcs nor red dragons could control the well-being of fear in their hearts.

Murder and heart, this is simply the devil.

A moment later, wails erupted and screams erupted. Intense fear and pain were accompanied by screams of panic, and the sound of fangs and claws tearing flesh and mad and tyrannical roars composed a scalp-tinging abyssal music.

Psychic striking magic has never been despised by the world. In the final analysis, the effect is too shocking, contrary to Dalaran's original intention of 'harmony is precious' and ordinary people's moral and ethical concepts.

Reaching out to prop up a translucent magical shield, Lanlos withstood the flying blood and walked towards the stunned orc warlock with a blank face.

Although there was a cliff between the two, there seemed to be something invisible and untouchable in the elven mage, but it was indeed there, making it more and more difficult for Dexlus to breathe.

This feeling of aggrieved and depressed completely detonated his emotions.

"Just a skinny elven cub! swear in the name of the Dragonthroat Clan, I will make you pay for your despicable deeds!"

"Excuse me?" the elf plucked out his ears in confusion, then stepped on the edge of the cliff and leaned out of his upper body, and asked in a very contemptuous tone, "I didn't hear me, can I say it again?"

"I want you dead!" Rage, completely flooding Necrus's brain, the warlock immediately ran and jumped up, jumping onto the back of a red dragon. As the dark magic gathered in his hands, the dragon roared with confidence in the sky, waving its wings and speeding like a meteor.

On the other side, in the middle of the chaotic bloody rain, the elven mage brushed away the gray hair scattered on his forehead, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time that Necrus left his original position, a vague shadow quietly appeared in the corner of the door behind him.

Wenlesa held her breath until the cold touch of metal came from her fingertips, and she was relieved. Behind her was a chaotic roar and shouting, and despite the countless attempts to turn back in her heart, she finally resisted the urge to come back again and again because of her trust in the mage.

Wow~!

The door was slowly pushed forward, and despite the sharp grinding sound of the rusted hinges, it seemed so insignificant in this environment.

Mustering all the strength to push the heavy iron door open a width large enough for herself to squeeze into, Winlesa took a deep breath, grabbed the golden disc on her chest, suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, raised her foot and walked in.

However, just as half of her body entered the crack in the door, an extremely cold wind quietly poured out. In just a split second, it completely enveloped everything outside the door.

Everything fell silent, and both the red dragon and the orcs, dominated by anger and madness, stopped all their movements at this moment.

Lanloth slammed into a spirit, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the Yin Wind. In front of the half-hidden iron door, Wen Leisa, who had been lifted from invisibility, tilted her head and remained motionless, stopping at the door like a sculpture.

Above her, in the dark crack of the door, a vertical pupil that was churning like lava stared at everything with a hint of banter and irresistible majesty.

"Finally, you're here. ”

The crisis as fierce as thousands of thunderbolts invaded his whole body, Lanlos raised his hands without hesitation, and the arcane energy instantly soared, and layers of magical shields suddenly appeared on his body like flashing lights.

Rumble!

The scorching flames mingled with countless scarlet lavas, roaring and tearing apart the gates, engulfing the mage's brilliant and helpless magical brilliance in an instant.

"Ahh

The surging breath instantly swept away the ranger below, and Winlessa fell to the ground, rolling several times in quick succession before unloading the terrifying impact. Ignoring the embarrassment, the girl raised her panicked face and looked at the other side with a blank expression.

The charred dragons and orcs rained down, and the surviving dragoons fled as fast as they could, trying to avoid the hot and surging smoke as fast as they could.

Soon, the dust cleared, and the hot molten rock wall took on a large scarlet color, and at the end of the distorted line of sight, a trace of pitch black stood tenaciously in the center of the lava.

Lanlos kept gasping, and through the little chaotic energy left on his arm, his heart was cold when he looked at the scorched skin on his violently trembling hands.

Rumble!

The massive claws stomped on the charred floor, and the owner of the vertical pupil slowly moved forward, gradually revealing his terrifying countenance.

The pitch-black scales were comparable to the panels of the door, and the surging flames cast a scarlet light through the gaps in the scales. The iron gate, which had given the impression of grandeur and tallness, seemed so narrow and crowded in front of him. As he 'squeezed' out of the passage, slowly lifting the terrifyingly large head, everyone couldn't help but look up.

Size wasn't all he frightened, the scales that encased the lava were covered in a thick steel that burned a dark red. The stout riveted metal pieces seemed to coat him with an irregular layer of steel armor, and the sharp barbs on the joints and spine were constantly exuding warnings that no one should enter.

Wow!

As the wings that covered the sky and the sun slowly unfurled, the raging and hot storm instantly tore apart the surrounding dust. At the same time, a breath of despair and suffocation spread rapidly. That is, the breath of destruction.

"I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time, Lanlos. ”

The deep and powerful voice echoed like rolling thunder down the mountain, like a hammer beating on everyone's chest over and over again. The pitch-black demon slowly raised its head, and its emerald green eyes calmly stared at the black dragon that was not angry and self-threatening.

Never before had Lanloth been so quiet in his demonic form.

"I'm so honored. The pitch-black flames fluttered at a very careful angle, and Lanlos maintained a half-crouching motion, responding with great caution.

The corners of the black dragon's mouth raised slightly: "You don't look surprised. ”

"That means you're not looking closely enough. With the help of the Shadow Flame's own cover effect, Lanlos quietly gathered his magic power while carefully observing the other party's reaction, "I would never have thought that Deathwing, the World Destroyer, would deign to stay here. ”

The black dragon's eyes like the red sun narrowed imperceptibly, and after a short pause, he shook his head in disappointment: "It's boring, then let's stop here." ”

It seemed to be a fluttering whisper, but it suddenly set off a storm in Lanloth's heart!

Rumble!

The front paws slammed into the devastated platform, and large pieces of rubble fell off, sending out a continuous wail that seemed to be about to collapse.

The overwhelming wings only shook slightly, and the roaring storm set off a huge wave visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, it rushed towards the face of Lanloth with a terrifying force like the end of the world.

His pupils instantly shrank into the eye of a needle, and Lanlos didn't say a word, and raised his right arm with a low roar against the hurricane that almost tore everything apart, and his left hand grabbed his wrist tightly. A moment later, the long-accumulated arcane energy swam like lightning on both arms, and with the air brought up by the arcane torrent, a brilliant blue-purple light quickly bloomed in the palm of his right hand.

"Huh?" Feeling the magic energy, Nesario paused for a moment, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

After all, he is just a mortal, even if he gives everything he has, he is still just a candle in the night, fragile and insignificant.

Although the dazzling magic array exuded a palpitating and powerful aura, all this was indeed too weak in front of the Black Dragon King, who was an immortal.

As if unwilling to be satisfied by this absolute disparity, Lan Luos's hoarse roar rose again, only to hear a buzz, and a uniquely shaped ring array suddenly appeared on the edge of the original magic array.

Suddenly, the already surging torrent of energy rose again.

Feeling the magical energy that continued to grow beyond the original limit, Nessario's expression gradually revealed playfulness.

It was like lighting a fuse, and as more and more of the arcane energy that Lanloth unintentionally controlled ignited blue-purple flames visible to the naked eye, ring after circle of ring-shaped arrays of different shapes and even different colors were superimposed layer upon layer.

Lan Luo activated almost all the super magic skills that he could use, and felt that the gathered magic energy had begun to exceed the limit of his control, and the mage raised his eyebrows, and immediately lunged and half-crouched up and leaned forward. I saw that the spread right palm clenched into a fist, and the dazzling light shredded the magic array, and bloomed with a deafening roar.

Nessario's brow furrowed slightly at the exploding blue-purple smoke, and a moment later, his lava-like scarlet eyes projected a slight surprise and a twisted and irregular, rapidly enlarged translucent fist.

Bang!

A loud, scalp-tinging sound reverberated down the mountain. Magnus's Vajra fist slammed into Nessario's jaw, and wisps of viscous orange-red liquid spilled from the violently deformed metal armor.

Wounded by a mortal, Nesario felt a lot of surprise in his heart, and before he could come back to his senses, a more and more dazzling emerald green light suddenly came into view from below.

Bang!

The chaotic energy that had long been uncontrollable exploded violently in an instant, and the manic and turbulent aura of destruction instantly filled the entire Grimbaatar.

The rubble fell, and the platform collapsed, like the helpless wails of this ancient dwarven city that had been worn by time.

Roar!

The black dragon's roar of rage and madness made the earth tremble, and his expression froze as his terrifying head pierced through the chaotic fires that filled the sky.

The dark demon, at some point, had come to him. The sword in his right hand burned with a raging flame of shadows, and the black blade of calamity in his left hand left a spatial rift behind him that gradually healed.

Lanlos remained silent, grabbed the two immovable blades and slammed them together.

Scold!

The pitch-black sword light cut from bottom to top, and the huge and terrifyingly exaggerated chasm seemed to pierce through the entire mountain.

Before he had time to care about the hideous wound on his face, the black dragon retreated back in a slight panic, but before he could stop, a palpitating wind pressure suddenly appeared above his head.

Elunis unleashed another Vajra fist slammed down from above, and beneath that huge fist, the pitch-black demon fell with the power of the fist at an extremely terrifying speed, and the weapon in his hand wrapped in shadow energy into a giant sword brought a thrilling roar.

Bang——!

The sky of smoke and dust engulfed everything, black dragons, demons, including the terrifying sounds. Except for the sound of the rubble collapsing and falling, everything was quiet.

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