Chapter 1165 Group Battle

"Gather! Gather!" Exotus screamed in panic.

Don't blame him for his gaffe, because he has never been a courageous guy.

He has good management skills, but lacks the courage to make up his mind, let alone the strong combat power to defeat a thousand people with one horse. In this fire elemental world where strength is respected, this directly leads to the fact that he can only be the second brother forever, not the boss.

The fire demon was born with a relatively weak physique, coupled with his perennial high-ranking command and control, which made him almost forget about fighting.

However, there was no guard around him, but what was waiting for him was an extremely large black dragon. A rather anthropomorphic smile appeared on the black dragon's face, which was full of violence and evil.

"Haha! You scream! No one will come to save you even if your throat is broken!" Almost subconsciously, Onyxia shouted out the most common words Duke said to her when he was training the dragon at night.

But it's quite fitting, isn't it?

Exotus was confused, and then his face darkened: "Onyxia! You have violated the covenant that the Black Dragon King Nefarian made with us! The Black Dragon King will not let you go. !”

"Pfft!" Onyxia laughed immodestly: "Although I don't want to say it, I really don't mind if my dear brother's head is cut off by my master and then hung at the gate of Stormwind City."

"You...you...you..." Exotus's lungs almost exploded with anger.

The huge body of the black dragon approached step by step: "Hey, little fire demon, you and I are the only ones left here..."

"Pass... pass... pass..." Exotus trembled.

"ha?"

"[Teleport]!" As a manager, Exotus naturally has various life-saving skills. For example, he can teleport his enemies to bathe in lava.

Unfortunately, his move failed.

The magic resistance of a demigod-level dragon is ridiculous, not to mention that the mana required and the difficulty of teleporting such a huge being have increased exponentially. The problem is that Exotus really doesn't have any special attack skills!

"Ragnaros will protect me and keep me from harm-" He shouted, and a huge and thick magic shield suddenly enveloped his entire body.

That shield, filled with a demigod-level highly concentrated magic power, could absorb a huge amount of damage at a glance.

"Hurt!? Who said that I want to hurt you?" A teasing smile appeared on Princess Black Dragon's dragon face: "My master asked me to have fun with you..."

After saying that, the black dragon stretched out its huge claws and picked up Exotus, who was more than five meters tall.

To be fair, this guy is quite big and heavy, but in front of the even more exaggerated Black Dragon Princess, he is just a ball!

Ragnaros' power can indeed help him become immune to all kinds of physical and magical damage, but it doesn't pin him to the ground!

As a result, Onyxia grabbed him and the magic shield, threw him into the sky, threw him up, and took him back! Throw it up and take it back!

Just like Mr. Du's moral integrity that he keeps throwing away and picking up again...

Over there, Varian, who already had combat experience with the ghost wolf Lo'Gosh, directly used his dual-wielding mad fighting stance to face the attack of Golemagg the Incinerator.

There are many guys who are more powerful than Varian.

There are many people who are more agile than Varian.

But few can combine strength and agility so perfectly as Varian. He dodged like a lithe and cunning wolf, using his agility to easily dodge Gulemagg's punches.

The moment he turned from dodge to attack, he suddenly became the most violent wolf king, using his two divine weapons like his own claws to slash at the joints on Gulemange's arms and legs.

The hard rock limbs that could not be destroyed by mortal weapons still turned into rocks flying under the continuous chops of the two divine weapons.

"Ouch -" Gulegman was enraged and chased Varian madly, completely ignoring the fact that there were other powerful mortals behind him, such as the Van Cleefs and Valeela, who were secretly and effectively behind him. Destroying his limbs.

It's a pity that Varian's highlight moment only lasted for a few dozen seconds. Soon the giant Gulegman's attention was attracted by another person.

In order to kill Gulegman as soon as possible, Mograine used his [Ashbringer] to slash with all his strength, easily attracting the attention of the molten giant leader.

There are also three, six or nine levels of artifacts.

A high-level artifact like [Ashbringer] is obviously more powerful than Varian's [Shadow Ripper] and [Shadow Reaver]!

Duke glanced at it and snickered. According to the terminology in the game, it is OT - which means the boss's hatred is out of control.

In a normal team, if the boss cuts and chases people randomly, then the team is not far away from being wiped out. It just so happens that there are all famous and talented people here.

As long as you give them enough time, they will dare to show you how to beat the boss to death.

Facing Gulegman's heavy punch and the water tank-sized [Pyroblast] attack, Mograine was not surprised but overjoyed. He directly swung the [Ashbringer] that was as big as a door panel and staged a scene where the giant sword of holy light cut the fireball in two.

Seeing the old man being so fierce, Varian bared his teeth in a rare display.

On the right side of the battlefield, Duke was dueling with the Saffron Herald.

The first time they met, Saffron stabbed a swift black brilliance directly into the void.

Duke moved, made a wrong step, and seemingly narrowly avoided the spear thrown by the opponent. The half-black spear with a dull color grazed Duke's cheek less than five centimeters away. The strong wind it brought up stung Duke's cheek.

No matter what, after all, he escaped.

Herald Saffron looked very surprised. In his eyes, mortal mages were guys with strong magic but poor agility.

He wouldn't be surprised if Duke used any kind of magic to block his spear throw.

He found it strange that Duke used simple fighting movements to dodge.

At this moment, Duke entered a very mysterious state in his heart.

He was obviously holding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He was wearing a robe that was so long that it almost touched the ground. He looked like a nondescript civilian swordsman, but his movements seemed extremely agile under the influence of the acceleration spell.

The [Gandalf] divine sword in his hand glowed dimly.

That's just an appearance. If he could, Duke would strike with all his strength whenever he drew his sword.

Now it's just because Duke has restrained almost all the converted magic power on the sword, so it has almost no big impact on the surrounding environment.

In battles below the level of Xiri, the two warring parties will often set off a turbulent flow of elements as soon as they take action. If one of them fails, the aftermath will be that there will be no vegetation within tens of meters.

After reaching the Xiri level, the battle becomes low-key and subtle, and more dangerous.

The degree of control over magic power determines the total amount and purity of magic power that can be compressed. It is not easy for a magic sword made of high-purity magic power to break through the opponent's magic shield.