"Despicable surface creatures!" The Flame Lord roared, holding the sky with both hands, and then chanted a series of thunder-like magic spells. The obscure spells gathered the surrounding rich fire element energy. In the mellow ending, a huge sound
A rain of meteorites fell from the sky, first piercing the dense camp of knights in the air, and then blooming fiercely among the people on the ground. With the sound of huge heavy hammers hitting the ground one after another, the ground was groaning, the air was trembling, almost
It makes people doubt whether they are on the volcanic plateau of the prehistoric era; this heavy magic baptism not only included drow soldiers, but also some Ymir Tauren and fire-dwelling fishmen. Ymir Tauren, who has the ability to be immune to fire,
Humans could not withstand the double blow of physical and magical flames, and fell to the ground with a heavy and mournful howl. The flames of the meteorite rain did not stop, and the burning flames continued to lick their own prey, refining the oil into
The black smoke burns the body into powder.
As early as when the Flame Lord was preparing the spell, Liu Zhenshao led a large group of emerald men and horses to crawl behind the slope. In front of them, there was a magical protective barrier constructed by the mages of Drow and Moore. The fallen elves
All their senior officials gathered here, commanding the chaotic soldiers at the throat. Old Liu, who was enjoying himself at ease, kept sighing that fire magic is indeed the number one magic in the sky for mass destruction, and underground
It is worthy of being the place where the most fire elements gather. A large magic was summoned in the blink of an eye.
He sighed and smacked his mouth to express his admiration. One of Guoguo's Medusa badges had been collected, and Grean was sent to hide by Mo'er.
What the Feileng Cui people are waiting for is just a chance to strike a final blow, allowing the respected lord to use the newly acquired fallen magic to absorb some magic power, and then kill two birds with one stone and replace themselves with a powerful ring spirit.
After the Flame Lord released this powerful magic spell, he obviously spent a lot of magic power. He did not continue to release other fire magic spells, but just dug out a lot of flowing water from the cracked ravines on the ground.
The dense magma slapped on the wound on his arm.
The impact of this wave of meteorite rain was very wide, and the subsequent wide sea of fire virtually cut off the attack lines of the Ymir Tauren and the Warcraft. In anger, the Ymir Tauren retreated to the Flame Lord with countless Warcraft.
Around me, at this time, the forest guardians and river immortals on the backs of the volcanoes on both sides had been completely wiped out by the salt frost giants and Baator demons. When they saw the opponent's army returning, they couldn't do anything. The elf air force in the sky immediately understood.
Back up.
Except for some seemingly mentally retarded monsters that were still eating corpses on the edge of the sea of fire and roaring hoarsely at the opponents on the other side of the sea of fire, they were killed by the magician. Most of the monsters were like docile cats.
Beside the Flame Lord, the brave ones roared in protest, and the injured ones licked their own and others' blood to nourish the energy that kept flowing away.
From the depths of the swamp, groups of small numbers of monsters continued to pop up, replenishing the team around the Flame Lord. Many of these monsters could not even be named by the Takin Warriors. They looked ferocious, and each one
They all seem to have good fire magic abilities.
A fierce battle without any nonsense caused the 30,000-strong Fallen Elf United Army to suddenly lose its capital. The air force alone lost nearly 4,000 people, and nearly two eagle and oxen regiments escaped from the battle.
Nearly 800 elite knights were killed, and the entire organization was almost completely disrupted. To launch an attack in a small space, we could only rely on refueling tactics, one batch was exhausted and another batch was filled. Although they had superior troops, the elves did not have the advantage of magic.
The Air Force really couldn't bear it. Although they wiped out all the Fire Flame Serpents and Salt-Winged Flying Lizards, they still paid a price of five to one. Due to the lack of air fire support, their own ground troops suffered even worse losses and were pinched in the cracks of the volcano.
Tens of thousands of people crowded into a pile, but the opponent was a group of powerful beings who relied on fire magic. Coupled with the disadvantage of close combat, the Ten Thousand Rivers Immortal currently only has more than 4,000 people left, and among them were killed in the battle.
At least half of the soldiers were trampled to death by their own people during the retreat.
Commander Garrincha almost cried. In just one encounter, he had lost almost one-third of his men, and his morale was extremely low. The other party was at the doorstep, poking a hornet's nest with more and more enemies.
Trend, how can we continue the battle ahead?
Hard work is not impossible, but any commander who insists on fighting hard without retreating in such a miserable situation must be responsible, because it is costing human life! The Flame Lord can handle it easily, but he is a
This is not going to be easy for a Flame Lord who raises Warcraft thugs.
Commander Garrincha was in a dilemma.
"Despicable creatures! Even the Black Dragon of Hell and the Evil Eye Tyrant may not be willing to provoke me. What gives you the courage that does not belong to your despicable bodies? Dare to challenge me, the Flame Lord, Basturk's majestic name
?" The Flame Lord's accent is the mainland common language with a strong goblin accent, but the voice is a bit too loud. This kind of super-level monster that likes to devour does not have any language talent. Like Gerien, as long as there are vocal cords,
They can extract any language knowledge they want from the devoured living sacrifice memories.
"We don't mean to offend you! We just want to enter the scorched salt swamp to hunt for some monster cores!" As the commander, Night Stalker Garrincha must stand up at this time, and she lied without changing her face.
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While stalling for time, Garrincha glanced at Mistress Youyue'er from the corner of his eye. The expeditionary army gathered drow warriors from eight main cities, each under the jurisdiction of a priest. Now that the organization has been disrupted, only the Mistress can qualify.
Decide whether to retreat first and then mobilize a larger army to hunt, or whether to concentrate the remaining troops and launch another surprise attack.
Looking at it now, if Lord Beamon hadn't intervened, there would be no chance at all. This was exactly what Garrincha meant when he winked at the mistress.
"The Burnt Salt Swamp is a forbidden area in the Raging Flame Continent. Your words make me feel like lies! If we talk about hunting, if you don't live in the Black Territory Continent, I would really like to go to your elves' territory to taste the freshest food.
A living sacrifice of flesh and blood!" The Flame Lord smiled ferociously and stretched out his giant webbed claws. He picked up a piece of bloody corpse from the back of the volcano, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it wildly. A sound of flesh and bone being squeezed came from his cave-like mouth.
The noise came out.
"It's just as I imagined, very delicious!" Flame Lord Basturk laughed ferociously again, spitting out a pile of white bones with a "poof" sound.
"We can't do it without fighting. Are we still allowed to provoke the evil eye and the black dragon?" Prince Benitez said viciously to Mistress Youyue'er.
Mistress You Yue'er gritted her teeth, looked back at Liu Zhancheng who was prostrate behind the slope and said: "My respected Lord Richard, with our current strength, if we continue to lose it, even if we successfully hunt down the Flame Lord, then
Hunting the Six-Winged Balrog will inevitably be impossible to complete. It will take at least nearly a month to coordinate and prepare to mobilize more troops, which will delay your return to the surface. You see..."
"Bird Wing Ballista... Heart of Blood Feather... Ancient Tree of War... Vine Tree House..." Liu Zhencheng said to himself while cracking his fingers.
"I will give you ten Hearts of Blood Feathers! I can also make full decisions on the four bird-winged crossbows here. If I can snatch them back, they will all belong to you!" Mistress You Yue'er said in a deep voice.
: "The main force of the attack is still completed by our elves. What I need is your powerful warriors to help me support the first line of attacks. Our magicians have not been lost yet, and our echelon still exists. As long as the formation is complete, you
The two magic pets are standing by..."
"You should have said it earlier." Liu Zhanchen stood up abruptly and patted the soil on his knees vigorously.
The Feilengcui warriors who had long been unable to hold back all stood up. This time, in addition to the direct lineage, the two hundred strongest takin warriors also participated under the leadership of Duncan as retinue warriors to protect the four priests.
During this demon hunting operation, the ancient crown of thorns heavy armor made by the Typhon giant that was just issued two days ago set off every warlike heart.
After heavy scythe equipment and silver pedestal armor gradually faded out of the war stage of Feileng Cui, the Crown of Thorns armor made of cold mixed steel from the core of the earth became the third generation standard armor of Feicheng City. This armor was invented 10,000 years ago.
The heavy armor numbered NO3 in the goblin shop, the production blueprints should only be passed down orally by Typhon Blacksmith. Ten thousand years ago, this kind of heavy armor was only available in price but not in stock, such as Mithril Armor and Hagen.
Darth's Adamantite Armor ranked before it. At that time, the raw material for making this heavy armor was Misori Bronze.
Due to the technical difficulty in making the Crown of Thorns armor, only the best blacksmiths had the courage to make this armor. After the goblin merchants left the underground, this armor became a work that every Typhon giant must complete in his coming-of-age ceremony.
The armor design of this ancient design is a composite stack type. The armor pieces will be stacked automatically when worn by various body types. It can also be manually disassembled and boxed to accommodate body types below the adult Typhon Titan. Unfortunately, the Typhon Titan prevents quenching and annealing.
, I have never worn it myself. The takin warriors maintain the ancient tradition of the Behemoth warriors and do not like to wear armor to fight. So this kind of high-grade armor is like oriental porcelain. It is obviously a household item for eating, but in the end it becomes a collection.
The antiques in the secret room have not only been forgotten by others, but even the owner himself has completely forgotten their original purpose.
After the lord proposed the weapon and armor production schedule, the Typhon giant finally accidentally remembered that he still had about 400 pieces of coming-of-age rite armor that he had accumulated over the years in his storage room. This good news almost stopped the person in charge of weapons production.
Ruorna, the proprietress, fainted from excitement.
The design of the Crown of Thorns armor is very unique. Each joint and vital part of it is inlaid with a cluster of half-inch sharp cones surrounded by a twelve-inch three-sided thorn. It looks like a steel hedgehog, just the armor itself.
Even if it is a weapon, the unique design of thorn guards at the joints not only defeats enemies but also cleverly enhances mobility. The secondary weapons are a swallow-shaped arm shield and two armor-piercing war hammers. The helmet is a sealed Gemini crown.
It may be a bit taboo, but in Feilengcui, this is called individuality.
This heavy-duty full-body battle armor designed by the goblin great sage Gabrin was also greatly modified by the Typhon giants, especially the breastplate, which was heavily reinforced by them and equipped with grinding magnets. Once in close combat,
, will cause a certain magnetic pull to the opponent's weapons, including arm shields. The most cruel thing is that the Typhon blacksmiths were inspired by the characteristics of the underground sun that can repel gravity, and used built-in welding to weld on the armor.
The inner layer was filled with an appropriate amount of stone powder ground from the stone above the Underground Sun, which reduced the weight of the heavy armor by 70% without the support of the wind magic circle, thus allowing the Typhon blacksmith to add more.
Armor thickness to improve protection.
In Ruorna's words, this ancient armor without magic imprint does not rely on rare and precious raw materials to win. It only relies on the blacksmith's craftsmanship and exquisite design concepts to defeat all demonized armors and rare metal armors.
A hard slap.
"I've already seen that they are not pleasing to the eye." Corina laughed loudly and said the common battlefield sayings of all the emerald warriors.
"Dai Si and Nana, you two, don't just focus on filming the live action. Don't forget to sneak attack on this Flame Lord at any time. If you knock this guy down, I'll take care of him! Ningyu, you come and prepare the illusion and create a large number of air cavalry to harass.
, I don’t need to tell you what the rest of the people should do, right?” Liu Zhenzhen took Duncan’s metal totem pole and weighed it in his hand. He didn’t need any armor. He had the fire-repelling beads. Old Liu
Although I won't look down upon the fire-type super-level monsters, I won't think too highly of them either.
"I know!" A row of people roared in unison.
Guoguo dragged the big bag and looked up at Old Liu stupidly. Liu shook his head and smiled, took out a few sacrificial scrolls from the bag and inserted them into his waistband.
"We fairy dragons must let our opponents know our identity, otherwise we won't bother to use the elemental counterattack without the opponent knowing it!" Daisy said proudly and disdainfully. Seeing Old Liu's face distorted, Daisy
Si immediately held the crystal ball and pointed it at him.
Seeing the crystal ball facing him, Lao Liu immediately put on a stern face like that of Wang Chengcai who was "shooting at me" and said in a very artificial way: "As you said, I think so too."
"We shoot, you fight." Nana said with a sweet smile, "Both of us will not participate. If our hands shake, the painting will be very unclear. This kind of big scene is rare, so it would be a shame not to come down."
"Be a hero." Daisy patted Lao Liu on the shoulder sincerely.
"Just watch it, boss lady." O'Neill chewed the butt of the cigar in his mouth, his face as cold as an ancient frozen corpse dug out of the ice sheet. Bellamy beside him released codes one by one from the space ring.
They put a large iron box with animal patterns together and called Ao Pang three times to come over and put on the armor. Ao Pang continued to pose and look cool, so Bellamy took a flying kick.
Vieri, Ferro, and Nedved looked at these Crown of Thorns armor, and their eyes turned green. During the time they came back, everyone was watching the live broadcast of Divi, and no one told them about this good thing.
"Mother, Your Highness, please organize your team. The sea of fire is about to be extinguished. The mages are also preparing to form barriers. Don't just think about retreating without even thinking about interception." Liu Zhenzhen faded away from his body.
The sacrificial robes gave orders to the two fallen elf leaders like they were teaching little kids.
Garrincha was talking nonsense with the Flame Lord. When he saw the approval gestures from the two senior officials, he immediately sent out the messengers around him to gather the officers among the surrounding remnants and arrange them according to their rank.
Order was restored in good formation down the slope, and the priests were running around on white tigers, spreading healing spells to the injured warriors.
Mistress Youyue'er looked at Xiao Cui and the handsome cat Guan Haifa beside Ningyu, opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed her words again.
"Despicable creatures! It seems that the lessons you have learned are not enough to let you know what regret and arrogance are!" The flame monarch's laughter was still huge and arrogant. His eyes were not blind. He stood up from behind the slope.
He was also watching a row of warriors wearing heavy armor. Feigao and the Mammoth warriors were definitely the tallest men in the world, and none of them looked like vegetarians.
Countless war song auras lit up on the group of warriors, which made the Flame Lord's expression become more solemn. He casually threw out a high-level magic, and several shield enchantments and interception magic allowed him to see the opponent's magic.
strength.
The Flame Lord did not summon higher-level large-scale magic, but seemed to be meditating. His voice was too loud, and the sound of swallowing caused by his mental activities was so loud.
"What's this idiot's idea? I seem to feel the smell of conspiracy." Old Liu Yao looked at this huge opponent and frowned slightly. If the opponent chanted a super magic spell now,
Liu Zhenshao would definitely not worry about anything anymore, but the Flame Lord just didn't do that.
"Eagle Feather~Eagle Feather~" the little parrot chirped.
"It's a conspiracy! It's not an eagle feather." Goode knocked the little thing on the head. Guoguo giggled, jumped on the back of the foul-mouthed parrot, and flew away to an unknown destination.
The elf officers were shouting orders one after another, and Lao Liu could not allow himself to think any more. He pointed his fingers at several sacrificial mages and called on the militiamen to put on their armor and prepare to fight.
Several sacrificial mages holding the Blood Feather Heart nodded proudly towards the boss, expressing their confidence. Helen's Basilosaurus even habitually applied a layer of stone skin to the boss's body.
"Boss..." Duncan, the takin warrior, quietly pulled Old Liu's arm as he walked, and asked timidly: "You took away my totem pole, what should I use to fight?"
"Nuo, take this." Old Liu clamped the metal totem pole in his armpit, pulled out a dagger and slapped it on the strong abdominal muscles of the takin warrior. The armor there had no thorn bushes, so it was suitable to attack.
Duncan first looked at the dagger, which was no longer than his own hand, and then looked at the boss's back, and sadly pulled out the two armor-piercing hammers embedded in the leg armor of the Crown of Thorns armor.
"Who are you? I have sensed the existence of a powerful aura for a long time. Why are you a group of despicable creatures?" As the sea of fire suddenly extinguished, the Flame Lord cast his eyes on Liu Zhenshao, who was striding like a meteor. This stone man looked like a stone man.
You can tell at a glance that this guy is the leader. Even the pride of the Flame Lord has to admit that the barbed enemies in front of him are not simple. Their momentum is so powerful and oppressive, and their body shape is so strong.
And with strength, their armor is thick enough to block the baptism of ordinary magic.
"I'm your father!" Liu Zhancheng looked at this big guy who was at least seven or eight times taller than himself, and laughed wildly: "Good boy, I will give you something to add insult to injury, but I will give you some extra.
Not salt frost, but arsenic!”
When the Flame Lord heard this, he was not furious like thunder. He just slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. A huge guy covered in bayberry sores and blisters would naturally not be too handsome when he smiled.
Flame Lord Basturk may have realized this, so he pinched a corpse from the back of the volcano, threw it into his big mouth, and started chewing it.
His two extra-long sharp teeth were dripping with blood, boiling blood.
Sometimes, calmness and magnanimity on the battlefield represent a gesture, reflecting the feeling of being confident of victory, rather than self-cultivation.
A group of fiery red meteor showers streaked across the distant sky behind the slope, turning from blurry to clear, heading straight for the battlefield here.
Liu Zhencheng seemed to have noticed something, and slowly turned around to take a look. Not only him, but everyone was shocked and felt that a powerful and dangerous existence was approaching him, and subconsciously turned his head and looked back.
In the dim sky, a fiery red meteor dragged a long and narrow brilliant comet tail, throwing away the meteorites behind it. It gradually changed from fast to slow, and then drew an "8" arc in the dark sky, circling.
After flying, a lightning-fast dive flew over the battlefield. A huge red wing shadow with a roaring "swish" sound of flames swept out an overwhelming hurricane and plowed across the ground.
The unabashed publicity and strength spread to the depths of every life, stimulating everyone's self-defense instinct.
The empty soil on the ground spread like a veil of dust and smoke rolled away, and the golden crows on the underground sun made a panicked noise, shrill and desolate, even the golden light dimmed, and the huge fire shadow once again turned back and passed over the battlefield.
, the strong wind that flew by pushed back the dust and smoke on the ground, one after another, powerful and surging elemental power, shaking and shaking in the dark world, whether it was the elves or Beamon, facing
When they experience this kind of power, if they can feel emotion in their hearts, it is at best the word "insignificance". Their own insignificance makes them can only look up at these powerful existences in the sky.
"Wow~~" There was an uproar.
The huge Hokage flew by relatively slowly this time. Wrapped in the surging flame elements, six fire wings and a figure as thick as a mountain could be vaguely seen inside!
Six-winged Balrog!
This is the whipper from the abyss of hell! The terminal existence of the fire monster!
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Shocked editor, sister UU, if I still can't update the new chapter at 2 o'clock tomorrow night, please help me update the new chapter in the manuscript box.
I reached out to everyone again to ask for monthly tickets, and this dancing guy actually offered to renew his monthly tickets. Haha, it’s so cruel. If the marriage hadn’t been delayed, I could have competed with him...
Recommended again, Lao Liu’s curse is about to break out... (To be continued)