Ragnaros could be said to be angry all day long, until he died.
He never stops until he is beaten with justice, so he died.
Before he died, he never thought about making a desperate attempt to kill McDonald and find someone to back him up.
Tyrande took action.
"In the name of Elune! Starlight" pointed forward with a slender finger like white jade, and a blurred starlight literally crossed the space, piercing into the world of flames where the power began to dissipate rapidly, turned into a light arrow, and stabbed fiercely in La
On Ge's left arm.
"Star chains?" McDonald bared his teeth.
He didn't have time to thank Tyrande at the moment. The wind sword that pierced Rag's eyebrows began to pour out all the elemental power accumulated by the Wind Prince.
Just now, he used the power of the system to wrap the wind sword to prevent the wind and thunder power inside from escaping prematurely.
Now, he no longer has this worry.
Say nothing.
Fire! Power! Full! Open!
"Go to hell! Ragnaros". In the strong wind, Macdonald looked furious. With the winding thunder light lingering all over his body, his majestic appearance was like a god descending.
Not one, but two wind-type artifacts were thrust into it at the same time.
The Wind Sword and Gamalorne's Wrath are two artifacts of the same origin, and the strongest lightning they erupted together finally overwhelmed Ragnaros' lava forehead.
As the unwilling despair of the Balrog echoed in the cave, everyone saw that the fire began to extinguish.
Like a burnt-out bonfire, even though the skin of Lager can still be seen glowing red, the rapid fading of the flame element inside fully proves Lager's death.
"Die!" The Paladins climbed up from the lava lake in their "Invincible" and gave Rager the last blow.
Finally, the rolling flames on Rag's body seemed to have stopped, forming masses of magma that began to cool, and cracks appeared.
The holy light soaring into the sky penetrated the Balrog's body, and then the brilliant holy light mixed with the frantic lightning broke out from the cracks in every corner of Rag's body.
"Oh oh oh oh!" The expedition team and the players cheered so high that they reached the dome.
In the midst of everyone's ecstasy, Rag's body, which was dozens of meters tall, fell apart and instantly turned into pieces of dry lava, which fell into the lava toilet where he originally crawled out.
The lord of fire, Ragnaros the Firelord, successfully conquered!
Regardless of the hundreds of sand sculpture players doing crazy hip dances next to them, the core members of the subjugation group felt the temperature around them starting to drop, and they really breathed a sigh of relief.
It's too difficult.
Although we had imagined that it would be difficult, only after we actually entered this flaming hell and fought against the Balrogs at home did everyone feel how difficult the battle was.
Every breath of air felt precious, because no one knew whether they would be hit by Raghu's fireball in the next second. Once hit by the fireball, the shield brought by the frost magic crystal on the body would be temporarily broken.
The breath that filled his lungs turned into a fiery breath of fire.
Looking at Rag's withered and fallen body, Uther used the door sword in his hand to repair it.
Golden light blooms!
As a staunch stickman, the old-fashioned Uther is the hero in the league who is the least influenced by McDonald's. The good habit of "having to last hits after the enemy is dead" has been developed.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo" Varian gasped for air. He turned to look at McDonald, who jumped off the black dragon's back: "We...really killed this guy?"
"Killed!" McDonald wanted to comfort young Varian, but he still told the truth: "But not completely."
"What? No!" Magni screamed not far away.
"As the lord of fire, Ragnaros can be resurrected again by continuously absorbing the power of the world of fire. Unless..."
"Unless what?" The second idiot was also nervous.
"Unless we can defeat him again, and then induce or control another fire elemental strongman who is friendly to mortals to take over, seize the throne of the Fire Lord, and cut off Ragnaros' source of power. Only then can we eliminate him forever.
"
"It's so complicated!" King Wa grimaced.
At this time, Tyrande stepped forward with his hands on his slender waist and sighed: "Otherwise, do you think that so many ancient gods in history cannot be killed and can only be sealed away?"
It’s because there are a bunch of perverts, all of them Brother Xinchun!
This result really left everyone speechless.
"It's okay." McDonald clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Be happy. Ragnaros will not be stronger than he is now when he comes back. Since we can kill him once, we can kill him a second time and a third time.
Times, isn't it? Even if Raghu no longer appears in our era, we believe that in the future, our descendants will still stand up and defend the world."
"Yes, that makes sense." A bright smile appeared on Varian's energetic face.
"Yes! That's right! No matter how many times he comes, I can beat him back." After shrinking, Magni happily touched his beard with one hand and held his big belly with the other, smiling happily.
With.
Sure enough, the guy who lives longer does whatever he wants.
Everyone's hearts jumped for joy.
Anyway, I won't have to go near the temperature of over 1,000 degrees anymore.
Uh, does this count as ‘hating you at 1005 degrees’?
After chatting for a while, McDonald felt the fiery gazes from the players.
Do you think they are coveting this wave of equipment that Rager dropped?
Don't be ridiculous, if Lager doesn't drop tens of thousands of pieces of equipment, it won't be enough for so many sandbox players.
They are all waiting for the unlimited number of copies of [Molten Core] to be opened.
McDonald was embarrassed for a moment, but without hesitation, he picked up the wind sword and inserted it into the shriveled leather sheath with his backhand.
A strange scene appeared.
A subtle "gurgling" sound echoed in the cave.
Just as the [Essence of the Fire Lord] is needed to forge the Wind Sword, the Wind Sword where Prince Sunderland resides begins to absorb the power left after Ragnaros's death and convert it into its own power.
After taking a good breath, a warning sound finally came from McDonald's mind.
He directly took a screenshot of the result and posted it in the system group.
[Congratulations to the host, because of obtaining the soul essence of the fire demon Ragnaros and thoroughly analyzing the (Molten Core) area, the host can open the space passages to the Molten Core of 10 alien planes...]
Adding the previous ones, that's twelve harvests.
This news cannot be said to be ideal, it is definitely better than now.
"Oooh!"
"Long live the boss!"
"Boss, I want to have a monkey with you!"
A group of sand sculptures cheered and cheered as if celebrating the New Year. The heroes of the alliance all looked at each other, wondering what these guys were so happy about.
After a hard-fought battle, touching the corpse is inevitable.
