Infinite Heroes Seat

Blood was splattered, the shield was shattered and the armor was cracked. Watching those thin, pointed ears fly out under his great axe, Kadala only felt more enjoyable than ever.

It wasn’t that it didn’t want to take action before, but that it had just rushed to the vicinity of the elven battlefield and was locked in by two breaths far beyond it. The two similar-looking elven rangers cooperated in the Farstrider's team very tacitly. Staring at it, from the beginning of the war to the present, at least one bow and arrow was aimed at its body, and waiting for it to reveal a flaw was a fatal blow.

Although the status of the trolls is second only to Zul'jin and Malakas, and bravery is even more unmatched, the strength of Kadala is not very good. At best, it is better than those professionals. It belongs to the third-rate. The status of a hero, no matter which one of the Windrunner sisters shot, they can easily win it. And Kadala himself understood this truth, so even if the situation was unfavorable for the trolls, and his heart was extremely impatient, it did not dare to emerge, but wandered among the trolls with gritted teeth, waiting for the opportunity.

Finally, the opportunity came. Because of the sneak attack by the thieves, the pair of elven rangers had to take out their hands to deal with the threatening attackers first. There was no time to take care of the others. Kadala, worried about the battle, almost rushed into the elves. The defensive line of the elves had torn apart the defense of the elf knights with one's own strength, preparing to kill the Quartet.

"The troll wins!"

Barbarian bulls generally rushed towards the team of Farstriders, panting heavily, and Kadala raised his arms with a loud cry, loud and ear-piercing.

Encouraged by it, the trolls also boosted their morale, and rushed toward the elf knights with fierce eyes. The weapon in his hand kept smashing ping-pong, but the entire defense line of the elf kept retreating, and the situation was precarious.

"kill!"

The blood all over his body was boiling, almost in the blink of an eye. Kadala rushed to the front of a far traveler, and looked at the thin figure holding a long bow, a grinning smile broke out at the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, this smile solidified on its face.

A faint white light suddenly gleamed in front of it, and then there was a sharp explosion in the air.

The blue-purple ice crystal sword came from across the sky, and a purple waning moon bloomed on the icy battlefield.

Huh!

The sound of the blade cutting the body. Cadala only felt a pain in the waist and abdomen, and the entire upper body flew out lightly.

With a puff, he fell on the familiar land of Zuaman. At the last moment of his life, Kadala forced his head to look behind him.

A fair-haired elf wearing golden-red armor was slowly retracting the giant sword in his hand, looking at the attacking troll not far away with cold eyes.

"Giant, troll, must—"

The last breath was suffocated. Kadala yelled and opened her mouth. Even if it is dead, it must do its last part for its clan.

But the giant sword that took its life was spinning, and then inserted into its head from top to bottom, strangling its last words to death in its abdomen.

"Want to boost morale, how easy is it?"

Seeing Kadala stubbornly staring at him, Mo Wen just sneered. A third-rate guy even wanted to play solo, and he deserved it if he died.

Slowly pulled the Ice Thunder Tribulation from Kadala's head. His eyes swept coldly towards the attacking troll.

All the trolls who stared at him felt a tremor in their hearts, as if being crushed by a giant mountain. Can't breathe anymore.

Without hearing the last call of his own hero from the soul, the scene in the eyes of the troll is that his warlord rushed into the enemy's camp with a roar a moment ago, but was then easily cut into two pieces like a chicken.

The slender body, the wide ice crystal giant sword, the strong warlord who fell to the ground, the very contrasting scene made the morale that the troll just mentioned fell back to the bottom, looking at Mo Wen with a relaxed and free face, it was as if he had seen it from the ground. The devil.

Fear began to spread, and the troll's attack eased once again. Although the weapons still smashed on the elf's shield, they no longer had the craziness they had before.

It's time to add another fire!

Seeing the trolls who hesitated and didn't know where to advance or retreat, a gleam of light flashed in their eyes, and they whispered softly: "Oh!"

Hovering over the elf camp, the phoenix acting as a turret suddenly flapped its wings and rushed to the back of the troll like a line of fire, where there were hundreds of shamans and witch doctors.

As the elemental life Mo Wen recruited from the element world, Ao's strength is closely related to Mo Wen. With Mo Wen's current second-rate peak strength, its power is also very close to the second-rate level, but single-to-sing is better than just dying in Mowen. Dakara in his hand is much stronger.

A distance of several hundred meters under its wing was only fleeting. In the blink of an eye, Kung Fuao came to the top of the troll caster's head. The shaman also had a totem pole burned to ashes.

The troll warriors who stayed to protect the shaman roared and threw their javelins and throwing axes toward the Phoenix, but they were ignited by the raging fire before they were close to the Phoenix's body, and finally melted into a mass of boiling molten iron.

With cheers and screams, Ounran didn’t put these attacks in his eyes. He hovered back and forth, his mouth and wings kept spitting out flames. In a few seconds, the back of the troll was turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the shamans and witches The doctors made a mess.

"Stay steady, kill this pesky weird bird first!"

An old shaman came forward. Under its leadership, a brand-new totem was erected. Under the influence of the light, Ao seemed to be trapped in a mire, and his speed suddenly slowed down. Ten shamans joined forces, and several dazzling, thick electric arcs all hit Ou's body.

With a cry of sorrow, the phoenix was staggered, and a large number of feathers turned into sparks and fell from the sky.

Taking this opportunity, the evil-looking witch doctors exchanged glances at each other, and then lightly pointed at the nearby troll warriors. Under a strange wave, the bodies of those warriors began to swell, and finally In the wailing sound, it exploded into a cloud of green blood. Under the command of the witch doctor, the blood mist entangled towards Ao in the air, and after a while, he dyed Ao's blazing coat of flames green.

The old shaman gave the witch doctors a vicious look. But in the end it didn't say anything. Although its status in the troll shaman is not low, it still can't keep up with these witch doctors, not to mention the current situation, it can't say that these witch doctors are doing something wrong.

Looking forward to looking at the phoenix shrouded in poisonous mist, the old shaman now expects these witch doctors to make the sacrifices of those warriors meaningful, but it does not notice. Because of the cruel methods of witch doctors, the trolls guarding them subconsciously stepped back, looking at them with fear in their eyes.

This is what the witch doctors themselves did. As a primitive and backward civilization, in order to maintain their dominance, those witch doctors naturally brag, propagating that the souls who die under their spells will never rest in peace. Never return to the embrace of our ancestors. Therefore, many trolls are not afraid of death, but are very afraid of falling into the hands of the witch doctors of the clan.

In the past wars, witch doctors have not used similar methods, but the'casting materials' are all sinners of the troll clan. Although cruel, no one said anything, but this time the high elves came in surprise. The witch doctors rushed into battle. However, he forgot to prepare the materials, and had no choice but to take the soldiers who were protecting them. This caused great fear among the surrounding trolls. If it weren't for the usual prestige, some trolls might be fleeing at this time.

In all fairness, the tactics of the shamans are not wrong, and the spells of the witch doctors are also very strange, but their strength is too far from that of the Ou. If there are more ants, they can indeed kill the elephant, but dozens of less than half a hundred spells. Those who shoot at the same time can't reach this point.

Just listening to the ear-piercing scream in the green mist, the next moment a huge wind mingled with flames surged in, instantly tearing the surrounding dense fog, revealing the figure of Ou inside.

There was a trace of humanized anger in his bright eyes, and the flames on Ao's body suddenly flourished, and the whole bird turned into a huge fireball that was dazzling to the extreme, and directly swooped down from the air.

boom!

With a loud noise that made the entire city gate tremble, a dark pit appeared outside Zuaman's gate, and the endless fire inside it kept burning, and the old shaman who was standing there was carrying nearly twenty spellcasters. Who disappeared together.

Swallowing deeply, a witch doctor looked at the hot flame with his eyes rolled, and shouted: "Spread it all away. Swallow it all out to me. As for the soldiers, you are in front of you. Let's prepare. Spell, kill this strange bird!"

The figure quickly retreated, the witch doctor fleeing around, while instructing the soldiers to come forward and delay time for them.

Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, but afraid of the licentious power of the witch doctor and the honor of the race, the soldiers who remained still stepped forward and prepared to do their responsibilities.

Seeing that the witch doctors and shamans were about to leave the dangerous area, the sudden change occurred.

"You don't have to go anymore!"

A cold voice rang in front of the city gate, and then a strange wave spread quickly.

The witch doctor who shouted out was horrified to find that his body began to lighten a little bit, and finally floated.

A blond figure appeared in front of it, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, it cut it into two volleys.

"No!"

The desperate roar spread all over the rear.

Looking at the splattering blood, the sword blade glowing with cold light, whether it is a shaman, a witch doctor, or a warrior, all the trolls began to struggle, but it was a pity that they were suspended in the air, as if they were sinking into the water. , Although it can move, it doesn’t move fast, but the diameter of this weightless area is a hundred meters in diameter, completely cutting off their hope of escape. They can only watch the demons wielding the huge sword, one by one. Behead their compatriots.

The giant sword was reaping the life of the troll mercilessly, but Mo Wen sighed softly in the rain of blood.

To say that the high elves are worthy of the darling of magic, with their physique, the advantage of using magic is too great.

Originally, Mowen could only maintain a distance of tens of meters, and the number of people controlled could not be too many, but now with the blood of the high elves, it can easily maintain a range of nearly 100 meters, covering almost a hundred spellcasters. in.

Although the flash technique cannot be said to be as easy as breathing, but a surprise attack to kill Kadala, a battle that spans several hundred meters, did not make Mo Wen feel the slightest uncomfortable, and the loss is small. As long as the conditions allow, he can even be able to After a few breaths, cast it again, appearing in any corner of the battlefield.

If every high elves can develop their own potential to the extreme, then even if there is no close combat, the high elves can dominate the whole world.

Thinking of this in his mind, Mo Wen immediately shook his head and laughed. This is impossible. Even if it is the high elves that produce wizards, the proportion of wizards has never exceeded one level of the population. This number is even the lowest. Master apprentices are counted. The largest number of civilians are non-professional civilians, followed by rangers and melee, and finally mages and priests. Although there are many more high elf mages than human mages, they are still a minority in this clan, unless——

A whim flashed in his mind, but then Mo Wen was pressed in his heart again, waving the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand, he continued to kill in the trolls.

From the moment Zul'jin and them were absent, the trolls were doomed to defeat in this battle. Without master's control, Mo Wen could kill all the casters of the trolls by one person, and without the casters, the high elves would let go. The kite can fly these trolls to death.

There was a crisp call, and at this moment, a ball of fire flew out of the pit blasted by Osuo.

Flicking his wings, looking at the troll suspended in mid-air by his master, Owei thought about it for a moment, and then folded his wings.

In the next moment, these flame-filled wings expanded rapidly, and countless Mars flew down like meteors, igniting all the trolls in the weightless domain.

"Ah!-Save me! Save me!"

Flames spread over the trolls, bursts of burnt smell permeated the air, and the proud resilience in the past did not reverse the fate of the trolls to death, but caused them more pain.

Nearly a hundred tall spellcasters were suspended in the air for barbecue. This hell-like scene stunned all the surrounding trolls. Seeing the figure carrying the giant sword in the flame, his eyes were full of fear.

"Save me! Save me!"

A witch doctor on the edge of the weightless domain shouted at the warrior not far from it. Because of the severe pain, its entire face was distorted, "You can't come anymore, and I will take your soul out and place it in the eternal flames." Until the end of the world!"

Unexpectedly, listening to the threat of the witch doctor, the warrior who had lost his mind shuddered like a awakening from a dream. Recalling the scenes before, he glanced at the witch doctor, and finally shouted while holding his head. escaped.

The fear of the blond elf, the fear of death, and the fear of the witch doctor completely shattered all the pride in its heart. After dropping the weapon in its hand, it ran out of the battlefield.

Then, like dominoes, more and more trolls came off the battlefield and ran towards the surrounding forest.

There are fighters on the front lines and guards who stay behind.

Trolls are a brutal and bloodthirsty race. They rarely show signs of escaping on the battlefield, but it doesn’t mean that they are not afraid of death. When there is an unexpected leader, the instinct to escape will instantly occupy them. Mind.

After leaving nearly three thousand corpses in front of the elves ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the entire troll army finally began to flee, and a large number of trolls began to flee everywhere.

The witch doctor was dumbfounded, it did not expect that a word of its own would have caused such a result.

The elves were dumbfounded, and immediately cheered. The originally dry magic spewed out again, and the heavier and heavier shields became lighter. They arbitrarily poured the firepower in their hands and began to hunt down those who fled. Troll.

Mo Wen was also slightly taken aback. Although he expected that the victory would belong to him, he didn't expect that the victory would come so quickly, and then he burst into laughter.

Looking at the fading altar in Zuaman City, Mo Wen whispered softly.

"Zulkin, you will be the next one!" (To be continued...)

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