This!

Can it still be like this!?

Seeing that Taylor had neatly divided three different spatial environments, and sent all three dwarven gods into it with one person and one kick, the elves and stone people, the representatives of the Multi-Species Alliance, opened their mouths in surprise, they really didn't expect this wizard to be so despicable.

When ordinary people see this, shouldn't they let them fit together and then fight? But what about you? You actually broke them open and quarantined them.

Outrageous!

The stone man felt that his scalp was a little itchy, as if he was about to grow his brain, he scratched his chin a little sluggishly, and touched his smooth stone head again, and thought about it.

He felt that Taylor's approach was very immoral and unruly, but he inexplicably felt that it seemed to be the right thing to do.

Why............

Leaving aside the stone man who was lost in thought, the elf stared at a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes, and after retracting her gaze, she looked back at the three wizards beside her.

Sure enough, the three wizards nodded with a smile on their faces.

"Yes, yes, it's like that, it's a clean start, and it's a good seedling for a wizard."

"Indeed, the manipulation of space can be said to have reached a peak at this stage, and before the dwarves could react, they kicked in one by one through spatial teleportation."

"It's a pity that it will take too long to tear the spatial rift and directly forcibly take the head of the dwarf god, so this young man will choose to use the method of spatial isolation."

The three battle-hardened wizards with their arms around or with a hand outstretched for a brief analysis and discussion of the scene just now, they were very appreciative of Taylor's simple and straightforward approach.

They have also participated in thousands or even tens of thousands of plane battles, large and small, and they have lived for a long time, and their accumulation of knowledge and the activation of their way of thinking have already reached a certain level of extreme profundity, and they can only agree with Taylor's approach, not be surprised.

A wizard should cleanly use what he is best at to crack the enemy's means, and also prevent the second attack of the means.

Although it was very difficult for Taylor to maintain the confinement of the dwarven gods in different spatial environments, there was no doubt that he had opened a huge breach, and one-on-one was better than one-on-three.

Sure enough, under the eager gaze of the three wizards to the younger wizards, Taylor took the lead in coming to the mirror space formed by the convergence of countless spatial turbulences, Taylor is like a water god manipulating the water of the river, but his water is a sea formed by the convergence of wisps of space.

In the desperate roar and desperate eyes of this dwarf god, the invisible wave of space like an overwhelming tsunami completely submerged him, and the originally calm space sea water suddenly turned into a fine spatial crack, cutting the dwarf god in the mortal state of the heavenly god like a thousand knives.

In the end, under Taylor's spatial rift, the body of the dwarven god was torn apart, including the godhead, which was worn into nothingness by Taylor with a subtle gravitational ray.

After putting away part of the body of the dwarven god, and extinguishing the remaining will of the dwarven god inch by inch in an instant, ensuring that it was perfect and harmless, Taylor followed the same steps to the folding space and the rift space, and solved the dwarf gods imprisoned in them one by one.

The concepts of space and time in the void were confusing, and by the time Taylor set out to clear the dwarven gods, more than a month had passed since the ground battlefield had passed, and the dwarven front had completely collapsed.

Lord of the Burning Legion, the terrifying lava demon Sargeras leads countless officers and lava warriors of the Burning Legion across lava and volcanoes, drowning vast swaths of dwarves under the torrent of magma and volcanoes.

The dwarves shouted the name of the dwarven gods in despair, and finally calmly died in their own desperate fight.

"It's a pity that there is no more good wine to drink, but it was burned to ashes by magma, and it must have died too cleanly."

After the last dwarven warrior took a sip of the liquor and was burned into a cloud of flying ash by the magma, all the dwarven legions in the western part of the battlefield, the dwarven musketeer legion, the dwarven steam mecha legion, the dwarven heavy cavalry, etc., were all covered in layers of lava by the burning legion.

"Win us, win us, and successfully kill all the dwarves who blasphemed the Lord of the Great 500 Worlds, who paid the price of blood for their arrogance and unscrupulous words!!"

"For the Lord of the Golden Void, for the Supreme 500 World!!"

"Whoa!!"

When the fruits of victory were truly plucked, the officers who tasted its delicious taste shouted one by one, and the power in their bodies was condensed into flames, which were thrown into the sky after adjusting their internal composition.

Beautiful orange-red rocket fireworks covered this battlefield shrouded in volcanic ash and terrifying heat, the air has been burned into a distorted state, and the surrounding air began to form a terrifying compressed condensation, and the concentration of fire elements caused the flames here to be increased to a certain extent.

"Hahaha............ The little ones are doing a good job, the Burning Legion is the strongest legion in the world of 500, look at those iron cans, they haven't solved their enemies yet! ”

Like a moving volcano, Sargeras laughed like a moving volcano with flames and lava on his body, and a pair of huge horns almost burst into the sky, and he carried a lava double-edged battle axe, and looked at the eastern region with a wide eye.

The entire dimensional battlefield is divided into east and west, with the eastern part being in charge of their Burning Legion, and the western part being in charge of the Achilles Warrior Legion and its warband.

But now it seems that they are the better Burning Legion.

Hawkes, Hawkes, you're still losing, just follow Uncle Sargeras's ass and eat the ashes!

As Sargeras had expected, Hawkes was in a bad mood now, and under a gorgeous helmet emblazoned with five Ghidorah scales, Hawkes' face was as black and smelly as if he had struck the wrong line after days and nights of struggle.

Damn Sargeras has put you one step ahead again!

Although he knew that Taylor's will would not deviate with the internal competition between the two legions, and Taylor would always watch them equally, when the Burning Legion was ahead of the Achilles warriors, Hawkes couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

It wasn't long before several cavalry officers of the Burning Legion rode special lava hounds and lava wolves to the eastern battlefield where the Achilles warriors were in charge, loudly showing off their exploits and subtly belittling the Achilles warriors for their gorgeous heavy armor, sharp weapons, and powerful blasters.

The Evil Spirit Messenger Warband, the Forest Wolf Wargroup and other more direct and violent wargroup fighters almost blew up their lungs, although they didn't have lungs, they now had such a feeling, they all wanted to rush up and do it, but in the end they were stopped by the gloomy face of the war group leader.

"It's just a group of villains with ambitions, and the upper limit of elemental puppets is like that, they must be inferior to us Achilles, wait for us to have a chance."

(End of chapter)