The tentacle-like suction cup on the back of the hell hound can absorb the surrounding free energy. The high-frequency clustered sound waves emitted by the resonance organ in the mouth can interrupt the spell construction. The dozens of compound eyes on the head can lock and cast spells. These hateful-looking monsters are elemental creatures. and a spellcaster's nightmare. -le-wen-short-talk-want to read a book
Although the training of the paladin also includes the casting of sacred spells and the analysis of elemental magic.
Although the Paladin as a spellcaster will also be restrained by the Hellhound.
But these mage killers obviously don't have much experience against the emerging profession of Paladin.
With one punch, he knocked the hellhound that was jumping up high to bite the throat to the ground. He raised his foot to step on the back, bent down to clasp the sockets of the two main eyes. Carlos used direct brute force to remove the attacker's skull from the limbs. Tear apart.
Hellhounds are not real canines, and their IQ is not much worse than that of humans. The tragic death of their companions made other Hellhounds alert. One Uther is enough to give them a stomachache, but now there's another big guy here, and it's hard to handle!
"Carlos, the Knights are about to lose their support, help me rush over!"
Uther shouted.
"Guard, come and protect me! Protect the magic circle!"
Uther's shout reminded Motuolao Gao, and the warlock suddenly remembered that there were a large number of orc soldiers not far away.
"Carlos!"
Uther shouted anxiously, the power of holy light in his body becoming more and more intense and intense.
"What's wrong with you? I don't remember that I have used the sacred spell of suicide."
Carlos stretched out his hand to stop Tirion Fordring, who was trying to break through the Hell Hounds to block the way to join Uther.
"Time is running out, Carlos! Tirion, help me!"
Uther's face was serious and kind, exuding the glorious aura of a martyr.
"Sir Carlos, let's attack!"
Alessandro Mograine's face was full of excitement.
"No, you are sick! I'm already standing here, what kind of drama is this?"
As soon as Carlos said this, the relevant people around the Demonic Blood Pool suddenly fell into a confused silence.
As if to reflect Carlos's words, a tremor on the ground that was different from when Hellfire walked caught everyone's attention.
"This is!"
Tirion Fordring looked at Carlos with joy.
"This is the king's army, the anger from the snowy mountains."
The female elf Sola appeared behind Carlos at some point, playing with a tentacle of a hell hound in her hand.
"Human. What are you wearing on your waist? No, you killed Bo Gasin, you killed my brother!"
The view of the warlock suspended in mid-air was much better than that of everyone in the basin. The human cavalry swarming in the distance with the noise made Motuolao Gao feel despair.
"Okay. Before you hear the nagging of my beloved generals, let's have a good fight, even though the opponent is not very satisfactory to me."
As the first horse galloped down the slope, Carlos charged.
"You forced me to do this!"
Motuolao Gao shed tears of blood from the corners of his eyes, and his teeth were clenched too hard. There was also a collapse.
The surrounding orc warlocks desperately wanted to leave their positions and escape, but the powerful attraction and guidance inertia of the magic circle kept them comfortably in place. Following Motuolao Gao's final madness, the warlocks who guided the magic circle felt that their souls were flying away with their vitality, while the pool of demon blood was boiling.
Although Carlos was not slow in his movements, and Uther and Tirion Fordring were by his side, it was not an easy task to clear out the dogs mixed with the scattered Hellfires.
When the best of the paladins crushed the skull of the last hellhound, the warlock had already completed his last spell.
"Drow in burning blood. The Horde will win. Lord Gul'dan is invincible! Rejoice for your pathetic victory that you think is glorious, and then face death."
After saying this in the most vicious tone. The warlock fell from the center of the magic circle and fell into the pool of demonic blood.
As he slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, the orc gave the paladins a middle finger with the hand exposed above the pool.
Scattered hellfires pose no threat to the Alterac cavalry who pursue the idea of big explosions. Even if the flames and high temperatures cannot harm the hellfires, the strong impact of the explosion is enough to destroy the form of the hellfires.
The members of the Knights of the Silver Hand who originally risked their lives breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the reversal of events.
I'm not afraid of death, but it's nice to be alive.
"Despicable human beings, how dare you dismount and fight!"
In order to wipe out the Knights of the Silver Hand who were responsible for cutting off the rear, the orcs' formation was spread out. Such a loose formation could not organize an effective defensive formation when encountering cavalry.
An orc centurion roared in anger, but was destined to get no answer.
Not every human soldier can understand such a complex orc language, not to mention that the dialect of his Frostfire Ridge accent is too difficult to understand.
One arrow, two arrows. Three arrows.
Ymir put away his horse bow angrily, and the three arrows were obviously aimed at his eyes, but they hit his chest, shoulder and throat respectively.
My riding and archery skills are really not that good.
Although he was quite upset, the cavalry general still said two words calmly: "Idiot."
Unable to pay attention to the battle between soldiers behind them, the abnormality in the pool of demonic blood attracted the attention of several paladins.
"That orc warlock didn't commit suicide, did he?"
Even though Alessandro Mograine is extremely talented, he is still a young man with insufficient experience. I asked a little uneasily.
"That's great."
Tirion Fording glanced around alertly and answered his little brother's question calmly.
"Let me end this!"
Uther wanted to jump into the pool of demon blood, but Carlos pulled him back.
I go! What a powerful holy light.
Carlos felt a burning sting on his palms.
"Brother, what do you want to do?"
"Clean the filth out of here."
"Then why did you jump?"
"To purify the filth here."
"Why do you jump to purify the filth here?"
"Because of such intense evil, I can't think of any other way!"
"No, shouldn't we blow up the shadow portal above our heads first? Why are you so obsessed with this pond?"
"Of course because... what you said makes sense."
Uther found that he had been misled by inertial thinking. Warlocks guarded the pool of demon blood, used the pool of demon blood, attached great importance to the pool of demon blood, and even sacrificed themselves to the pool of demon blood.
But what does this have to do with me? I'm here to destroy the Hellfire Shooting Range and blow up the portal.
Uther was embarrassed for a moment. The Holy Light searchlights have turned into traffic lights.
"Boom!"
The extremely corrosive fel blood splashed out as the huge, always strong arm stretched out of the pond.
After everyone dodged the splashing demon blood, a huge hellfire that was much larger than the same size just climbed out of the pool of demon blood.
Greener, stronger and more flexible. This special hellfire, which is ten meters tall, is closer to a humanoid in appearance, and even has a mouth and fingers.
"I told you I'd be back!"
Motuolao Gao's voice came from the body of Hellfire.
"No, you didn't say that."
Carlos retorted firmly.
However, intoxicated by the pleasure of power, the former orc warlock only wanted to destroy and kill. He raised his legs to crush the ant-like human to death.
In the hustle and bustle of splashing gravel, the evil monster felt a sense of emptiness, and it was empty.
"Abandoning the body in exchange for such pitiable strength?"
Uther stood behind Hellfire and said in a pitiful tone.
Tirion Fordring and Alessandro Mograine drew the attention of the large Hellfire from the front, and Bogasin Mao's head was waved in a circle in Mograine's hand.
The hellfire that harbored the soul of the orc warlock once again let out an angry howl that pierced the heart and rushed towards Mograine.
"You're not okay yet? Carlos."
Uther asked anxiously.
"ah!"
Carlos howled to build up momentum, but he felt that it was so imageless, so weak that he wouldn't be happy even if he won.
what to do. What to do, what to do?
I don't feel happy all over without saying anything, I can only ahhhhhhh like a hot-blooded **, my energy storage is about to be completed, so I need to think of something quickly!
At this moment, Carlos, as a pioneer of the Way of Holy Light, is also the most proficient and profound in skills and understanding.
At this time, Uther, as the illegitimate son of the Holy Light, had the most unbelievable and horrifying reserves of Holy Light in the Alliance.
When Uther provided Carlos with the power of the Holy Light, Carlos had no doubt that he could destroy the Hellfire in front of him with one blow.
But there are no lines. No matter how good the show is, it won’t come out!
In front of thousands of younger brothers, all I can do is ah ah ah?
No, this is not the result I want!
"Hmm, haha, hehehe."
Carlos laughed out loud.
"What's wrong?"
Uther asked in confusion.
"Watch it. Uther, this just and glorious military medal is half as good as yours!"
Carlos had no idea what he was talking about.
Got it!
"Unlock the command of the sky, the frozen white blade of emptiness, combine with my power and my body.
The end leads to destruction. The soul of the evil spirit was also defeated ----- Shoe-breaking! "
The jet of destructive white light focused on the body of Hellfire along the direction of Carlos's sword, shattering the core of Hellfire's structure. In the fierce explosion caused by the annihilation reaction of evil energy and holy light, his own justice shone.
"Cool, Your Majesty, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
After the fight, Sora also appeared.
"The good news first."
"I've finished analyzing the magic circle. Let the guys on the hot air balloon get down. I can close the portal above my head within three hours."
"Great, so what's the bad news?"
"To the northwest, two orc armies have joined together."
"Where is Shangge Wenjie?"
Carlos shouted.
"His Majesty."
Shang Wenjie walked out of the crowd and knelt down in front of Carlos.
"Don't let the orcs ruin the nature of this meeting between my old friends."
Carlos made a roaring gesture.
"Your will."
Shangge Wenjie lowered her head and gave the king's order.
"My king's will!"
More than five hundred members of the Royal Religion National Knights knelt on one knee and shouted in unison.
"Long live Alterac! My king will win!"
The other soldiers also shouted enthusiastically.
Then, under the astonished eyes of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Alterac's army came from the mist and went into the morning light. Wherever the King's Blade points, we are invincible.
Carlos looked up to the east, saw the sun rising, and stretched.
"I made you laugh. You really don't help immature guys!" (To be continued.)
