"Is this what Zou Peng said about resisting the ring of fire? Why did you even go out?"
"If the bison doesn't leave, why don't we leave on our own?"
"Well, I understand the logic. It's just that using control skills as displacement is pretty cool."
Moo!!!
While Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo were talking about it, the Warcraft Bison let out an angry moo.
Purple flames shot out from under the skin, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye.
The purple inflammation brought extremely high temperatures, and the grass and shrubs around it quickly withered and burned, turning into charred black marks.
Even Mo Lan, who was more than twenty meters away, could feel the scorching temperature, which suddenly made everyone cautious.
"Turn it up, everyone, be careful."
Ding Jin shouted in a low voice.
"Be careful not to get too close, especially to Zou Peng. The temperature of this flame is much higher than that of the Fireball Technique. It can even burn you to death."
Mo Lan said with a serious expression, and Zou Peng nodded immediately.
According to Mo Lan's research, the lethality of fireball lies in flames and explosions.
But the temperature of the fireball technique was dwarfed by the purple flame, which had to make Mo Lan nervous.
At the same time, Mo Lan was also slightly excited.
In the past, Mo Lan couldn't think of ways to increase the temperature of the fireball spell. This was not within the scope of adjustment, and it was not clear what kind of spell node structure could create high temperatures.
So much so that the improvement direction of increasing the temperature of the fireball and fire wall techniques came to a standstill. But when he saw the purple flames on the bison and felt the temperature, Mo Lan understood.
The opportunity...came.
A somewhat happy Mo Lan murmured.
"Come on, come on, I have to beat you to death today.
I, Mo Lan said it!"
Mo Lan said harshly.
"If I can't beat you to death, then I will... ask others to beat you together."
Before he finished speaking, the magical beast bison rushed towards Mo Lan.
A scorching heat approached, leaving a scorch mark wherever the bison passed.
Although he was holding a water shield, Mo Lan still felt the temperature rising, and the water shield covering it was boiling and fluctuating rapidly, as if it might break in the next moment.
Mo Lan's eyes were calm, his magic power surged out, and a wind blade quickly formed and whizzed away.
As the wind blade attacked, Mo Lan began to build a ring of resistance fire.
Unconsciously, Mo Lan moved his fingers, only to find that the magic power could form nodes faster with the dancing of his fingers, thus forming the spell model faster.
This discovery shook Mo Lan's spirits, and he resisted the formation of the ring of fire a few minutes faster.
puff!
The wind blade technique was punctured by the purple jade-like horns, the strong wind roared, and the purple flames on the bison's body buzzed, but they were still firmly attached to the surface of the bison's body.
Seeing this, Mo Lan quickly activated the resistance fire ring. The approaching bison's body was covered in purple flames. The momentum of the charge stalled and he took a few steps back. Mo Lan was once again thrown away and successfully stayed away from the bison.
However, the water shield on his body was also shattered by the high-temperature flames of the bison.
The water shield was vaporized the moment it shattered. Mo Lan could feel the blazing heat. His expression did not change at all as he looked at the bison getting closer and closer.
The fingers of his right hand quickly slid in front of him, and the violent wind technique adapted from the wind blade technique quickly took shape, roaring directly towards the lake.
But Mo Lan did not stand still, but rushed into the wind, doubling his speed with the force of the wind, and shot out like an arrow from a string.
"This is the spell I was talking about that restrains archers from physical long-range spells. When the wind blows, arrows and spears will not be able to hit the target."
Ding Jin: "...This is obviously displacement."
Zou Peng fell into silence.
Zhang Haobo said loudly at this time.
"Looking at the strength of the spell, I'm afraid it's a level three spell.
So this bison is probably a level 7, or level 8 or 9 beast. Do we want to help?
It would be a bit of a loss for Mo Lan to die now."
Ding Jin pondered for a moment when he heard the words and looked at Mo Lan, whose face was not confused at all.
"Forget it, Mo Lan should have his own plan. If he doesn't say anything, we won't move."
The words just fell out.
"What are you still doing in a daze? Watching a show!
I will now weaken the flames and create opportunities for you to attack at close range."
Ding Jin and the others were stunned when they heard this, and quickly picked up their weapons and rushed forward.
Unknowingly, Mo Lan had already run to the lake with the bison. Mo Lan, who used the wind technique three times in a row, suddenly turned around and grinned at the bison.
He didn't look back and shouted.
"You three, all take off."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan pointed towards the back of the magical beast bison.
The cartridge rotated, and the yellow light disappeared into the earth.
Boom! Boom!
The ground shook, and the lake next to it stirred up thousands of waves. The bison's limbs within the range of the Earth Splitting Technique were unstable, and seemed to be shaken a little by the earthquake.
The three of Ding Jin and Ding Jin, who were outside the range of the Earth Splitting Technique, landed on the ground, their bodies shaking slightly. They looked at the horrific scene with dumbfounded eyes and came for support.
"Awesome."
Mo Lan smiled faintly, his right index finger on his chest stopped sliding, and a ring of fire flew towards the bison.
"Fuck, resist the ring of fire."
Zou Peng cursed loudly when he saw it, and squatted down and curled up.
The ring of resistance fire exploded on the bison's side and belly. The huge impact caused the bison's limbs to slightly lift off the ground, and then it was completely thrown away and landed in the lake.
"Moo!"
Angry cows mooed loudly, and a shocking scene appeared.
Even in the water, the purple flames are still burning brightly. The surrounding water is constantly boiling. The white belly of the lake fish is turned up, and the white mist is lingering, just like burning mountains and boiling the sea.
"Moo!"
The purple flames burned fiercely in the water, and it took dozens of seconds to extinguish.
"He's out of blue."
As soon as he finished speaking, a high-speed rotating wind-chasing arrow shot through the air.
After the purple inflammation on the bison's body disappeared, it came into contact with the water and kept paddling toward the shore.
The wind-chasing arrow arrived in a flash, and the high-speed spinning green tornado lifted up the water. The bison, who was unbalanced in the water, made a mistake in dodging. The tornado tore the bison's head crazily, and the solid arrow directly penetrated deeply into the bull's eye, causing it to let out a painful cry.
And screamed angrily.
Without waiting for the bison to react, a wind blade technique hit the bison's neck, leaving a deep scar on it, and blood flowed freely, dyeing the water red.
After experiencing two consecutive blows, the bison finally came to the shore, put its front hooves on the shore, and jumped up suddenly.
"Moo!"
The moment the bison landed, the rock shield formed in Zhang Haobo's hand was pulled up from the ground.
Rumble!
The fan-shaped waves caused the bison's body that had just landed to swing left and right, while Zou Peng, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly waved the scimitar in his hand.
Along with the fluctuation of the spell, the scimitar and the wind appeared on the wrist,
Immediately afterwards, the fluctuation of fighting spirit caused Zou Peng's hand speed to reach its peak.
The scimitar in his hand stabbed along the wound on the bison's neck.
No, it should be multiple high-speed thrusts in succession, but it seemed like only one.
The scimitar's blade shattered, revealing a deep bone-visible scar on the bison's neck.
Wind Blade Technique's finishing blow completely cut off the last bit of life of the Warcraft Bison.
After the bison struggled violently, four streaks of white smoke dispersed into the bodies of several people. The four people looked at each other breathlessly and suddenly burst into laughter.
