Infinite Heroes Seat

The fiery-red flames rose into the sky, and the dazzling light was still clearly visible after a few miles. With dense flames, a wave of heat swept across the square, wantonly venting his power, and in an instant, Zuaman’s The altar turned into a sea of ​​fire, and even the whole city fell into a furnace, becoming hot.

Hovering in the air, the dragon eagle transformed by Zul'jin screamed happily, looking at the lava-like hell, with unspeakable pleasure in his heart, three moves in a row in a short period of time, even if it took over the four gods of beasts. It was also a little overwhelming with its divine power, most of the magic power in the body was consumed, and being hit head-on by this move, the **** elven prince absolutely could not die anymore, and finally avenged his revenge for destroying the city.

Compared with the cheerful Zul'jin, the faces of the high elves on the ground changed drastically. At the edge of the sea of ​​fire, they could all feel how hot the oncoming heat wave was. They really couldn't Imagine what would happen to the prince in it.

The windrunner sisters' action to besiege Malakas was slow, and Salorian no longer took care of hiding his identity, pulled out Quel'Delar, and rushed directly into the fire.

The scorching flame burned the armor of the elf warrior, causing bursts of pain, but it did not affect his speed at all, but made him speed up a bit.

At this time, Salorian's heart was full of regret. The reason why King Anastrian sent him to protect Kael'thas was because the strength of Salorian holding the dragon blade was far higher than that of Zul'jin before. , This can already be regarded as a first-rate master, with him in a mere Zul'jin, he can't get through any storms at all. In any dangerous situation, Kael'thas can be brought back safely, and Salorian himself thinks the same. In fact, he was proud of Zul'jin at all, even though Zul'jin showed that kind of strange transformation. Although he was surprised, seeing that His Royal Highness could deal with it calmly, he didn't take it seriously. Who would have thought that Zul'jin could have such a hand at the last moment, and he unexpectedly let the Prince Palace fall into a dangerous place, this turbulent flame, let alone the young prince, even himself Unsure of what he could resist, he rushed in at this time. It's just the last trace of unrealistic fantasy.

However, just as everyone was desperate, a deep voice came from the center of the fire.

"Zulkin, are you capable of this?"

In the tossing flames, a figure wearing a fiery red armor walked out slowly, but it was Mo Wen holding a blue and purple sword.

I saw that his expression was somewhat embarrassed at this time, with burn marks everywhere on his armor, long hair, face, and some burning flames attached to his body, but his golden and silver eyes were sharp and dead. Zul'jin stared at the sky steadily. The corners of his mouth are full of sneers.

The tossing flame kept hitting, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and he couldn't get close to him at all.

Relying on the control of the energy, there is also the additional resistance of one's own treasures and blood vessels. Although Zul'jin's attack smashed the defense he had laid out in a hurry at the beginning, it hurt him severely, but it couldn't hurt him severely. After dealing with the strongest wave of explosions, these flames could no longer get close to him under his control.

"Your Highness!"

Salorian was overjoyed. Immediately, he was secretly frightened, and had some vague speculations before. But at this moment, he was sure that the strength of His Royal Highness might have surpassed him. At least in terms of defense power alone, he has been a bit unsustainable now when he walked here, but His Royal Highness can calmly get the most out of the fire. When the center came out, if it wasn't for Quel'Delar in his hand, I am afraid that he would not even have the qualifications to fight against His Royal Highness. He has this kind of strength at such a young age. His Highness Kael'thas is really a treasure bestowed by the heavens on the high elves!

While watching Mo Wen's unhealthy condition over there, Alleria felt relieved. She just saw Mo Wen being submerged by the sea of ​​flames. The feeling of sadness and anger made her a little surprised. She was standing in the sea of ​​flames. The young man’s concern seemed to surpass the loyalty of a general to the prince, but at this time the battle was not over, Alleria did not have time to think about it, and looked at each other with his sister who was also relieved. The two suddenly speeded up the movements in their hands tacitly, and beat Malakas, who had already fallen into the wind, to his head, almost to death.

"damn it!"

In the air, Zulkin cursed. Seeing the boy who walked out of the sea of ​​flames, his heart was almost unwilling to the extreme, and his wings were slightly flapped, and he wanted to make another move.

But it just happened to meet Mo Wen's eyes.

Cold and ruthless, the look in his eyes that looked like a dead person made Zul'jin a violent spirit in his heart, and he subconsciously took a breath of cold air. The original killing intent disappeared in an instant. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't hear it. A series of performances have made Zul'jin a little scared, at least today, it never wants to face this high elf prince anymore.

"go!"

With a decision in his heart, Zul'jin flapped his wings, and the flame-flaming wings turned into another pair of dark wings in a blink of an eye, changing from a dragon eagle to an eagle, and then with a wave of his wings, huge tornadoes The whirlpool descended from the sky, cutting into the ground like a long whip.

The Salorian and Windrunner sisters evaded one after another, but Zul'jin took the opportunity to dive down, the Eagle Claw grabbed Malakas, and then flew towards the outside of the city without looking back.

"Don't want to run!" x2

Alleria and Sylvanas shot arrows one after another, but Zul'jin randomly set off a whirlwind to blow away, while Salorian, who held the dragon's blade, could only stand in place and stare. He is a warrior, neither a mage nor a ranger, and there are no long-range attacks, but how can he not catch up with the Windrunner sisters.

Seeing the black figure further and further away, the high elves were full of unwillingness. After all, Zul'jin was only a little bit short of being able to leave Zul'jin in Zul'aman forever. This prevailing situation also allowed the other party to calm down. Everyone was resentful when they fled.

However, just when the high elves and even Zul'jin himself thought that the battle was over, the unheard voice in the sea of ​​fire rang again.

"Zulkin. Do you want to run? Father, but let me take your head back. Leave it to me!"

Domineering and confident voices echoed throughout the city of Zuaman, and Zulkin turned his head and just wanted to ridicule. The pupils shrank.

In the boiling sea of ​​fire, a figure stood proudly there, golden and silver eyes exuding a brilliant divine light, and the fiery red armor gleamed with dim light, which became more and more dazzling. The magic power visible to the naked eye spread all over, sweeping in all directions. Then, a huge, irresistible power instantly flooded the entire Zuaman City.

Breathing is a bit difficult, but the eyes of the high elves are full of surprises. They never thought that their prince would have such a powerful force.

But Zul'jin panicked in his heart, an extremely unknown premonition surged into his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to speed up and escape from the terrible elf.

But it was too late. Behind Mo Wen's head, a simple blood-red treasure mirror slowly emerged, and then it turned into a red star and rushed towards the sky.

The next moment, a huge magic circle covering half of Zuaman City slowly emerged in the air. The mysterious and unusual red lines are intertwined, compiling a series of strange patterns.

Eight strange creatures that had never been seen appeared around the magic circle, fierce, arrogant, and tyrannical, just waiting and watching. It makes people turbulent.

At some point, the sky dimmed suddenly, and it was still daytime. But there was no trace of sunlight, and the dark sea of ​​clouds kept churning. The dull air suppressed everyone, as if the end was about to come.

But the weird thing is. Under the dark sky, the blazing flames on the altar of Zuaman are rising more and more. It seems to be expecting something, and it seems to be worshipping something. The sea of ​​fire keeps rolling and jumping, and finally It turned into the dark red star and rushed into the center of the magic circle like a long whale absorbing water.

Along with the influx of flames, the dark red stars burst out with white light, and a series of pitch-black cracks burst open, and large areas of space began to shatter continuously.

Then that thing came.

A huge storm-like gasp, a body of flame that winds for an unknown length of miles, white pupils that are bright enough to burn the eyes, the unchanging tyrannical aura, and the inherent fearlessness,-the Eight Desolate Profound Fire Dragon , The top fetish of Zhuxian World, descended on the world of Azeroth at this moment, and the dazzling strong color dyed the entire world red.

In the distance, watching the snake-like, horse-like, claw-and-horned behemoth slowly leaning out of the magic circle, the fear in Zul'jin's heart climbed to the apex. At this moment, it was only The last thought is left.

escape! escape! escape!

Every cell in the body is issuing a warning to it, and the instincts cultivated over the years are constantly calling in the heart.

You must run away, or you will die!

The overwhelming power gap, even if it inherited the divine power of the four beast gods, Zul'jin could not raise the slightest idea of ​​resistance, and did not dare to face the terrible monster. The only thing it can do is to summon the strength of the whole body and fly towards the outside.

Unfortunately, since the fiery red magic circle spread out, the surrounding air has become extremely heavy, flying in it, like wandering in a storm, it is extremely difficult. After exhausting his whole body's strength, Zul'jin was only able to wander to the edge of the magic circle, and at this moment, Mo Wen had already got up and flew into the air.

Levitating beside the Eight Desolate Profound Fire Dragon and looking at the figure in the distance, Mo Wen smiled lightly and raised his right hand.

"Die!"

Without extra words, Mo Wen shook his right hand, and the next moment there was a thunderous dragon chant.

Roaring and rushing forward, the Bahuang Xuan Fire Dragon stretched its body, and in a blink of an eye it came to Zul'jin's back, with a huge mouth, about to swallow the black eagle into its abdomen.

"-No!"

Zul'jin yelled sternly, and immediately placed several hurricane barriers around him, even blocking Malakas in his claws in front of him.

But it didn't work.

The essence of flame, the power of the world.

The barrier of the hurricane shattered in an instant, and the body that was blocking was instantly burned. In the hot white flame, Zul'jin was swallowed by the eight wild fire dragon, leaving no trace of the sky.

"Idiot, if you provide so many flames, it really may not be able to attract the Eight Desolation Profound Fire Dragon!"

In the air, looking at Zul'jin with no bones left, Mo Wen sneered slightly, and then shook his hand.

Following his movements, the flames subsided, the sky cleared, and the figure of the fire dragon gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared into the air.

The elves grew their mouths one by one. If it weren't for the hot temperature around them, they almost thought that the epic scenes just now were all their own hallucinations.

Zul'jin, who had been entangled with the elves for thousands of years, died. He inherited the power of the four gods, and was burned and killed without any resistance.

What is that incomparable flame creature, I'm afraid the ancient dragon kings don't have this kind of power!

Questions came out one by one, looking at the prince standing calmly in the air, the high elf warriors looked at each other. For a moment, they didn’t know what to say. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Salorian shook Quel in the handshake. Della, swallowed quietly, Alleria shook the bow and arrow in her hand and looked at the sky quietly, not knowing what she was thinking, but Sylvanas looked at it with a strange color in her eyes. My sister looked at Mo Wen in the air again, but then she chuckled.

The crisp laughter broke the previous silence. The high elves looked at each other, and finally smiled at the same time and cheered loudly.

"Ha, we won!"

"His Royal Highness Kael'thas will win!"

"Quel'Thalas wins!"

Zuaman, once the capital of the troll clan, has now become a sea of ​​cheers for the high elves. (To be continued...)

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