"Quick! a bunch of shit, get me moving!" Necruz scolded the orcs who had not yet set off, and his expression was so hideous that he wanted to tear them to shreds.

"Skull Crusher, we've lost contact with the advance team!" Beside him, the lieutenant, who was holding his staff aloof, was haunted by the dark glow, stopped his magic and rushed forward with a look of horror on his face.

"This can't be!" Knightroz growled with certainty, "they can't crush my troops in such a short time, it must be some kind of illusion or trickery." ”

"Bring the guy, I'm ......"

In the middle of his sentence, Necruz's eyes suddenly widened for no apparent reason. Almost at the same time, a hurricane as sharp as a sword blade swept in.

Bang!

A vague black shadow suddenly burst out of the corner, slamming into the wall with terrifying force at an unusually fast speed. With a reverberating roar, the thick cracks visible to the naked eye became clearer in the smoke and dust.

"Well, the response was quick. "The pitch-black cloak was very wide against the shoulders, and in stark contrast to the tight-fitting brown leather armor underneath the cloak.

Not far away, Necruz, who was covered in cold sweat, stared at this uninvited guest who appeared out of nowhere: "Elf, how dare you ......?"

"Old-fashioned. Interrupting the other's surprise, Lanloth let go of the warlock who had been smashed into a meatloaf by the evil charge, and with the faint green flames burning the blood from his fingertips, he slowly turned around, and his eyes lingering with green glimmer stared at the orc who had just escaped death.

Although Lanloth's stealth ability has been used to the extreme, sensing danger, Necrus switches himself with his subordinates in an instant through a forced shapeshift. I have to say that this orc warlock still has a lot of tricks.

However, these tricks were all used by Lanros.

"It doesn't matter who you are. The contempt and disdain in the other party's eyes deeply stimulated Necrus, and with a fierce roar, he immediately raised the bone staff in his hand, "If you dare to offend the great Necruz, there is only one way to die!"

Two scorching flames roared out of the intertwined fire, and in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of the elf. His eyes were filled with fiery reflections, but Lanlos's expression was still as cold as a machine.

Rumble!

The wild blast of fire rushed into the distance with impunity, and the terrifying explosion destroyed large swaths of fringe platforms without any suspense. The sound of explosions and falling rubble echoed through the city below, followed by the cheering roars of orcs and dragons.

However, above the platform, the tension on Necruz's face did not diminish in the slightest. The feeling of being on the back of a man, like the despair of being choked by a giant, is even stronger!

Poof!

The hollow rune sword burst into sight at an unreactive speed, and the splatters of hot blood splattered under the powerful impact, completely staining Necrus's eyes full of pain.

Behind him, a cloak flew in the air, and the elf in the power suit lingered in purple-black streamers, and in a half-crouched forward position, the sword in his hand pierced through the orc's chest.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly, can you say that again?" The remnants of Shadowwalk's magic hadn't completely dissipated, and Lanros's playful voice sounded hollow and hoarse.

Ignoring the unintentional taunt, Necrus looked at the long sword that pierced his chest with a look of astonishment. Elves, Shadow Magic, Swordsmen, Mages...... These things blended together in everything, and finally reminded him of the tragic war.

The man, the man who defeated Orgrim and brought a shadow to the entire tribe!

"It's you!" Although I didn't witness that scene with my own eyes, the deeds of this elf have long been engraved in the souls of all orcs. Of course, it was humiliating and passively inscribed.

"Sorry, I don't remember meeting you. Lanloth's flat tone stung Necrus's emotions deeply, but before the anger could explode in his mind, the blade suddenly twisted with a piercing force.

"Ahh

Hoarse screams spread rapidly in a relatively closed environment, and in the blink of an eye, they were already echoing throughout Grimbaatar.

Well?

Just as Lanlos frowned at the harsh voice, Edrouin suddenly relented, and the ugly orc warlock in front of him turned into wisps of green light at an extremely fast speed.

Demon Circle?It seems that we still have to find some time to learn the protective magic that blocks the space.

Lanlos locked on the position of Necruz for the first time, and to his surprise, the latter did not go far, but returned to the corpse of his subordinate. Under the hideous expression, the sharp fingertips pierced deep into the corpse's chest. Surprisingly, at some unknown time, two concentric rings made of blood appeared on it.

In the construction of spell arrays, ring sequences usually play a fixed and cyclic role, while more than a plural ring sequence has only one use. That is to dock two or even more planes to form a channel.

While some bold spellcasters use this trait to use the energy of other planes to enhance the spells they are about to cast, more often than not, they are used for summoning and teleporting.

There is no doubt that with Necrus's abilities and resentful expression, it is certainly not teleportation.

The orc corpse shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black-purple light unique to the burning soul bloomed from the ring, and countless particles converged in it at an extremely fast speed, forming a door to summoning in the blink of an eye.

Ho!

A hellhound couldn't wait to cross the plane, flicking two disgusting tentacles, greedily surveying everything around him.

However, before it could take a second look at the new world, a bloody palm rested on its body.

"Whew!"

A terrible scream echoed, wisps of scarlet life energy connected to Necruz's palm, and the spring poured from the hound into the orc.

The hideous wound on the chest was actually restored at a very fast speed.

Seeing the orcs heal themselves as fast as they could in their lives, Lanlos didn't intervene. It wasn't that he held it up, his gaze was on the orc's clenched left hand from beginning to end.

"Heh, aren't you coming?" pushed away the hellhound, which had turned into dry bones, and although Necrus's voice was still a little weak and hoarse, he didn't stop taunting.

Lanlos didn't realize it, but his left hand behind his back had already quietly moved.

Necrus smiled disdainfully, and then immediately raised his left arm: "Since that's the case, then I won't ......be polite."

With a short, subtle scream, an arrow flew through the air, piercing Necrus's wrist with unmistakable precision, nailing it to the wall.

Now is the time!

Without waiting for the warlock's screams to come out, Lanros pulled out his left hand and shook it forward.

The cold breeze seemed so out of place in this hot and dry space. It seems to be as weak as a candle in the wind, but in fact it is incredibly tenacious.

In the blink of an eye, the deep freeze had already attached a thick layer of ice to the Necrus Cruise and the wall next to it.

"I didn't expect it to be quite simple. Wen Lesa rushed out with excitement on her face, looking at the golden disc on the chest of the frozen orc warlock, she subconsciously held her breath and reached out to touch it.

"Wait!" Ranros had just taken a breath when he suddenly noticed something and immediately shouted. However, he was just one step slower.

Click.

As Wen Lesa touched the ice sculpture, a cracking sound that was so subtle that it was difficult to hear suddenly sounded, and an ice cube from Necruz's fingertips suddenly fell off and quietly shattered to the ground. As a dark purple glimmer entered the eyes of the two of them, the dark magic power immediately erupted.

"Stand back!" Without thinking about it, Lanlos raised his hand and grabbed it, and the dazzling lightning formed a spear in an instant.

Boom!

The roaring thunder spear left behind countless glowing arcs of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the increasingly surging black-purple energy. Something surprising happened, the accumulated dark energy did not collapse because of this, on the contrary, the shining thunder spear actually shrank and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That mass of energy, absorbing its own spells!

Realizing this, Lanlos raised his eyebrows and lunged forward with his sword. But at the moment when he moved, a dark beam of energy tore through the vortex and slammed into his front door with a whistling eye.

Rumble!

"Lanloth!"

Hitting the target, the surging wave of energy produced a huge explosion in an instant, and the ranger's heart couldn't help but pinch as he saw the dust engulf the mage.

But this was not the end, and before Wen Lesa could react, a hideous and evil figure became clear in her eyes in the dim streamer torn by the beam.

In addition to a large, ugly evil pupil, there was also a strong fear from the soul in her eyes.

。 m.