The scene in front of him was extremely strange. Durand looked around and suddenly felt a little numb on his back.

The elderly and children around them did not have much combat power at all. Many of them couldn't even walk steadily. The youngest children were only as tall as Durand's waist. Most of them did not wear any armor and held the simplest weapons in their hands. They were old or tender bodies trembling in the cold wind and snow, but there was no trace of retreat or fear in their eyes.

This is abnormal.

Fear is instinct. Even the most fearless elite warrior who feels the breath of Durand's body at this moment should instinctively develop fear. This is the normal reaction.

However, these alien elderly people and children in front of them could not feel any fear at all, and could not have a sense of awe. This only shows one thing: they were all enslaved.

"Soul enslavement, is this also a ability of Yonghui to gaze?"

Durand silently activated his insight and glanced across the faces of the aliens around him. Each alien had a white mark and a cross mark on his face, exactly the same as the three Druid brothers lying on the ground.

Seeing this scene, even though Durand had seen all kinds of cruelty in the plane war, he still frowned and said to himself with a gloomy face: "Sellers, he did a pretty good job!"

Durand's hometown, Sendlow, is the world of combat mages. It is a main plane that advocates force and combat power. It is neither good at or respects the means of "slavering the souls of others".

In fact, this can be seen from Durand.

Durand has been living in another world for so many years. Although he has an overwhelming strength advantage over most natives in the plane, he has almost never relied on his strength to enslave others. The only exception is the old lich Kent. Durand took away a wisp of his soul fire, but that was also after the old lich unilaterally tore up the transaction agreement between the two parties.

From the bottom of my heart, Durand rejects enslavement of others, especially absolute enslavement at the soul level.

At this time, watching the alien elderly and children around him pushing up step by step, Durand was always standing there, holding a knife and a gun and hanging his hands beside him, and he has not moved for a long time.

His face remained roughly calm, but there was a hint of hesitation and helplessness in his eyes.

Although Durand still has the arrogance and indifference of the people in the main plane, he does not care about the life and death of these alien races. Even if the other party is an old man and a child with low combat power, he still feels the rough texture of the musket handle between his right palm, Durand finally sighed and said to himself: "There is no way, I can only take more hands and feet."

After saying that, he threw away the orange-flame sword in his hand. Before the blade could land, it scattered into large pieces of broken flames and quickly dissipated invisible.

Then Durand raised his left hand and thrust his five fingers into the air, like plucking a string of piano, so fast that he transformed into a series of hazy finger shadows.

Every time he flicked his finger, a little bit of ice-blue light shot out from his fingertips. Then, under the guidance of "positioning tracking", he searched for the target by himself. Durand's target was all the musket dwarves in his field of vision. So, in a blink of an eye, dozens of musket dwarves were shot by ice-blue light spots, instantly turning into an ice sculpture, and could no longer move.

"Be honest and stay here." Durand smiled slightly.

He didn't want to kill these alien races, especially the musket dwarfs, so he just simply freezes them. This is not just because of the iron fist, but also because Durand himself is a Ranch Car.

As a Ranch Car, Durand's mission is not to kill, at least not to kill this meaningless killing.

However, this time, Durand misjudged one thing, that is, how unscrupulous Sellers used to stop him!

Not far from Durand, a white holy light suddenly appeared in the pupils of an elderly musket dwarf frozen in blue ice. A hazy white halo was emitted from the whole body, and then with a puff, it exploded out of thin air! The power of the body's self-destruction not only shattered the ice that frozen him, but also detonated the gunpowder in the worn musket in his hand.

"Hmm?" Durand looked in shock. The only thing that caught his eye was a pool of flesh and blood mixed with ice chips.

Before he could react, the subsequent explosions rang one after another. In just one blink of an eye, all the musket dwarfs that were frozen by him actually exploded!

Durand was stunned for a moment, and then his face became very ugly.

These dwarves obviously did not take the initiative to self-destruct, but exploded under the remote control of Sellers. To be more precise, they were forced to explode by the eternal power of Sellers implanted into their souls.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!!"

The series of explosions seemed to have completely ignited the fire of hatred in the hearts of the aliens. The aliens who were originally standing around like zombies suddenly let out a series of hysterical howls, and then rushed towards Durand!

Their attacks have no rules at all, simple and crazy! They are like a personal bomb. Once they pounce on Durand's area of ​​one meter, white light will appear all over their body and explode with a bang!

For a moment, Durand was surrounded by countless alien races, hissings and howlings and flesh roars in his ears, and his eyes were full of white light and blood.

The blood mist of Dapeng filled the space around Durand, flooding his body.

The alien races, who were completely enslaved by Yonghui, were all fearless and rushed into the blood mist one by one, exploded, and then turned into part of the blood mist.

"Damn! Are you wrong?!" Durand couldn't help but curse. This feeling seemed like he was surrounded by a group of bees without a beehive, and then he rushed up one after another and stung it a few times.

Of course, this level of attack cannot hurt Durand at all, but there are too many alien races around! Before leaving the royal court, Sellers used Yonghui to gaze and enslave all the elderly and children of the six tribes of the royal court, and at this time he manipulated them to launch a suicide attack. Looking from above, the royal court was full of figures, densely packed and black, all swarming towards Durand, which made people feel numb!

After being bombarded for a full minute, Durand finally got angry.

"Do you really think I won't kill someone?"

Durand shouted angrily, opened his mouth wide, and suddenly let out a huge roar like a war drum! The demigod fire in his body exuded a thunderous titan aura, blending with the power of ice and fire. A little red and blue thunder lit up in Durand's mouth and quickly expanded in all directions. Wherever the thunder passed, the blood mist was invisible, and the aliens disappeared. In an instant, Durand's body was empty within ten meters!

This is the ability of the Thunder Titans. Thunder Roar!

The aliens seemed to be shocked for a moment, and were stunned for a moment without moving, and then rushed up even more crazily.

Durand looked calm and hummed heavily. A series of fine electric snakes appeared all over his body, forming a thunder gauze coat covering his whole body. Then he grabbed a flick of ice and fire. The power of ice and fire surged out, condensing into a battle spear in the style of the Moon Elf clan, which was held in his hand.

The gun body suddenly started.

Hesitation-! With the sharp sound of breaking through the air, countless gun shadows rose into the air, completely filling Durand's entire body.

The dense and tide-like gun shadow suddenly disappeared, and the aliens around Durand freeze in their rushing posture, and then fell softly. Blood flowed into a river.

This time Durand did not hold back at all. Three of the aliens killed were musket dwarves.

Durand used the gun technique of the Moon Elf clan. At the tip of the gun, a wisp of cold blue flame dipped in a very pure blue flame. This is azure flame, which was originally Kent's best soul attack method. Durand has not used it for a while since he learned it with the power of copying.

Looking at the subsequent aliens who continued to swarm up, Durand grinned and shouted: "Get out!"

The gun in his hand moved again, and the gun shadow flashed continuously, and the blue flames rolled over, and a large number of aliens fell to the ground without humming.

Before they self-destructed, they were killed by Durand and all their vitality was destroyed. The blue flames destroyed their souls. Even the necromancer could not detonate the corpses of these alien races with the "corpse explosion technique" in this situation, and Cyrus naturally could not.

Although Yonghui's staring is powerful, it is not omnipotent.

In this way, as long as the alien races that rushed into Durand's three meters, regardless of race, gender, age, child, disease and disability, all became the dead souls under Durand's gun.

There was no mercy or compassion on his face, and his body was covered with thunder gauze. He grabbed the musket with Heiser in one hand, and danced the ice and fire gun with the other hand, occasionally scattering large pieces of beautiful blue flames. He took big steps under his feet and headed straight towards the main hall of the royal court at the center of the Full Moon Court.

In the white snow, bright red and dazzling blood flowers continued to bloom.

At this moment, Durand transformed into a demon and reaped life mercilessly. These alien elderly and children were both killed by Sellers and Durand.

This is the sin of two people.

On the roof of a dwarf cottage more than 30 meters away from Durand, standing a very ordinary moon elf girl.

She shouldn't be old, her little face is very sweet. The white marks on her cheeks and the cross marks on her forehead do not destroy the beauty, but instead makes her look a little mysterious. She is obviously enslaved, but she is a little different from other aliens.

The girl did not scream or pounce on him. She just stood there quietly, letting the snow fall, and her big eyes flashed and looked at Durand.

As a holy eternal warlock, Cyrus is good at the two legendary abilities of "eternal gazing" and "Holy Spirit Blessing". The essence of the Holy Spirit Blessing is that Cyrus has withdrawn part of his soul and attached to the casting object. The caster and the caster will have a common vision.

The moon elf girl was not only enslaved by Yonghui's stare, but also had the Holy Spirit blessings.

In other words, what she saw was what Cyrus saw at this time.

Through the eyes of the moon elf girl, Sellers saw Durand's special care for the musket dwarf clan at the beginning, and also saw his ruthless killing at this time. He also saw the thunder roar, Thunder gauze dress, Thunder three-pointed arrow, Moon elf spear technique, Night Elf body technique, Necromancer's azure flame, musket of the musket dwarf clan - these abilities that should be exclusive to each race, were perfectly presented in Durand's hands one after another.

"What the hell is this...what is it? What kind of monster is he?"

Sellers' face was full of complexity and confusion. If Durand's previous performance was just "strong", then his current methods were already somewhat beyond Sellers' understanding.

The young holy eternal warlock finally suppressed all these doubts and turned his attention to another matter.
Chapter completed!