Infinite Heroes Seat

"That's it?"

The purple-blue ice crystal sword swept across the void, and the surrounding air twisted and fluctuated. A small red monster was cut into two wailingly before it appeared.

With a faint sarcasm on his face, Mo Wen seemed to take a careless step, and in the blink of an eye he came to an orc warlock with a frightened expression. The sharp sword in his hand was from top to bottom, shattering in the desperate gaze of the opponent. After removing the hideous armor on it, the remaining power fell unabated. Beneath the huge sword, the split orc flew towards the surroundings in an instant, and the body was splashed with a shower of blood, making the whole scene look extremely bloody.

"Who on earth are you?"

The face of the remaining orc leader was already distorted to the extreme, and while throwing out a shadow arrow, he roared sissily.

In just less than five minutes, it was as long as a century for it. From heaven to hell, everything came too suddenly. The elf in front of me, who had come out of nowhere, rushed up from the foot of the mountain, and then chopped off his own subordinates as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, and he looked relaxed as if he had eaten breakfast. .

And listening to the orc warlock’s questioning, Mo Wen was a happy one. He randomly smashed the shadow arrow with a sword, then shrugged, and said: "I? Just a passing high elf, playing with you guys. The soul warlock is a little interested, so let's play with it!"

Then he sighed again and glanced at the warlock disdainfully, "The result is really disappointing. You **** don't even have the qualifications to make me serious!"

"You!" The orc's green skin was a little red, but he couldn't say anything with his teeth, and finally a trace of madness and determination flashed in his eyes. He turned a blind eye to Mo Wen in front of him, and started chanting a spell loudly regardless.

And watching the warlock's body fluctuate more and more strangely, Mo Wen did not intervene. A warlock who barely touched the third-rate level would not have much impact on him even if he died, so he simply let it go.

In fact, Mo Wen didn't expect these orc warlocks to bring him much surprise at the beginning, after all, he was now in the preparation stage for the second orc war. The orc warlocks have just been cleaned by Orgrim Doomhammer, except for Gul'dan and Ner'zhul. There were only three or two kittens left at all, and it was a bit worth seeing against ordinary fighters. For a spellcaster of this level, it could only be regarded as a joke. His move this time was also a temporary motive, just like looking at the means of a warlock. After all, no matter which world he is in, the soul is the most profound kind of power.

Silently, Mo Wen's eyes began to change colors, but the golden and silver pupils were as deep as a black hole at this time, and it almost made people's mind collapse at a glance.

After opening the Eye of Root, something that was originally blurred in the line of sight became clear in an instant. I saw that at the top of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain where Mo Wen was, a little bit of light was converging from the corpses all over the place, continuously pouring into the body of the orc warlock. Then it rushed towards somewhere in the void in a strange way, and finally opened a void that looked a little illusory,-there is something there, absorbing the converging light points, while moving towards the world Rush.

"Tsk tusk!" Mo Wen smacked his mouth, a flash of exclamation flashed in his eyes. The profession of warlock is really amazing! When it comes to understanding the soul, Mo Wen is definitely not weak. With the inherent skills of soul manipulation and the knowledge of spiritism of Kel'Thuzad, his grasp of the soul is definitely at the master level, but when he is facing the level of strength of the orc warlock, he can't do this, or say, In fact, professionals of this level are far from reaching the level of contact with soul power, but the profession of warlocks seems to have solidified some kind of contract. Through the form of sacrifice, they can easily summon far more powerful than their own. Powerful demon.

Of course, everything is pros and cons. With Mo Wen now in control of the soul, if he presides over the summoning, as long as those demons have absorbed the soul fragments and come to this world, they will definitely not escape his control, and the opposite, the demon enjoys the soul. After that, for contractual reasons, he would follow the warlock’s orders, but if he didn’t try his best, he would have to put it in other words. What's more, this kind of forcibly summoning beyond one's own strength is not without a price. At this time, in Mowen's Eye of Roots Under the gaze of the earth, the souls of the orc warlocks themselves were constantly shattering, and the torrent of souls that gathered rushed into the void, and it was obvious that they couldn't survive.

Closed his eyes lightly, Mo Wen touched his chin, and began to think about how the rules that he had just seen operate, whether he could improve himself by analogy.

At this moment, he heard a roar from the opposite side, with endless hatred and madness in his eyes, the orc warlock stopped singing and stretched his fingers to the sky.

"Go to death, you bastard!"

The green meteor dashed across the sky with the sound of the howling wind, and rushed straight towards the hill. The huge and evil magic power caused the surrounding temperature to rise. With the inexplicable pressure, it seemed to be The end of the world is general.

At the foot of the mountain, the actions of the orcs and humans were all choked, and then the orcs who had seen similar methods became more and more vigorous as if they were beaten with chicken blood, almost desperately rushing to kill, but the human warrior's eyes were There was a flash of panic, and there was a look of fear on their faces. Lothar and Alonthos, who were headed by them, also had solemn expressions, but after feeling something, they looked at each other. Although there was still a worried look in their eyes, their faces were the same. loose.

"Hey, go to death with me, spirit!"

Feeling the powerful strength of the demon, the orc whose pupils had begun to look dizzy, his face began to flash like a flashback, showing a perverted sense of satisfaction, as if looking at someone with such a powerful strength. To die in one's own hands is like an extremely glorious thing.

But Mo Wen didn't care about it at all, and instead looked up at the oncoming green fireball.

It was a huge brown rock with many cracks, and countless green fires spewed from the surface of the rock, staining the entire rock green, which looked very strange.

"Is it close to level two?"

Mo Wen muttered softly, then chuckled again.

He glanced at the orc warlock and blinked his eyes, "Although it's pretty good based on your strength, it's super normal, but ah!"

Holding both hands on the Ice Thunder Tribulation, Mo Wen took a deep breath.

"--It's still too weak!"

The extremely powerful magic power swept out of Mo Wen like a storm, and the entire hill began to tremble.

A stream of blue ice began to wrap around the blue and purple sword body of the Ice Thunder Tribulation. With Mo Wen as the center, everything began to freeze. The grass was still burnt down just now, and it was reduced to a world of ice and snow in a blink of an eye.

The orc’s triumphant smile solidified on his face, frozen in place, unable to speak anymore, and could only watch Mo Wen clenching the giant sword surrounded by ice and magic in his hand, facing the meteor in the sky, fiercely. A wave of the ground.

"——Break it to me!"

Without dodge or avoid, the torrent of ice and snow spins, like a tornado hanging upside down.

The next moment is the interweaving of ice and fire. The endless cold current slammed on the green flames. There was a sizzling noise between each other, and a burst of white smoke was splashed. The green meteor was actually hardened by the impact of the ice current. Fixed in the air, unable to land, the originally powerful power also began to decline.

"--Roar!"

It seemed that something was sensed, and there was a roar from the rock, and then the rock was twisting, but it was faintly about to start some changes.

But it was too late. The ice stream extinguished the burning green fire in the blink of an eye like ocean waves, and then froze the whole rock from the bottom up.

The roar stopped, the rock did not change, the orcs and the humans at the foot of the mountain lost their voices at the same time, looking at the huge icicle that stretched from the top of the mountain into the air, I didn't know what to say.

Exhale a long breath~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Mo Wen put away the giant sword in his hand, and watched as he spit out a word softly.

"broken!"

Along with this whisper, the entire icicle and the ice ball on it burst at the same time, and then it turned into a gorgeous icy rain and scattered.

Just staring blankly, letting the icy flakes of ice fall on them, feeling the chill, the human warriors are just a kind of spirits, and they cheered, raising the weapon in their hands and killing the orcs next to them. .

After experiencing the destruction of Stormwind, these human warriors knew that they were their own people, and the orcs opposite them were a little lost, resisting the human offensive bitterly, no longer the previous bravery, and the formation became more and more. Narrow eyes will be defeated.

As the initiator of all this, Mo Wen didn't care about it. Standing quietly at the foot of the mountain, his gaze was staring at the rear of the human warriors. Among the carriages, the expressions were constantly changing. Think of something. (To be continued)

ps: After the exam, I am going to resume the update.

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