Chapter 1450 Weird Injury

The corpse, which had been completely cut into two halves, twisted and spun in mid-air in a strange posture, like a broken doll part, before finally falling heavily to the ground. The broken part should obviously be splattered with blood. At worst, it should be bloodshot, and now I can only see a white glow.

The extremely cold frost element sealed the entire incision.

This scene made everyone open their mouths.

Hoofu's expression was frozen for three seconds before he managed to say: "Mark, I didn't know you were so strong..."

Only now did everyone recall that Mark Dooku, the alliance's special envoy, suddenly appeared and killed the female demon.

Duke glanced at the battle situation next to him. Maraad and the Dread Lord continued to consume each other. If he didn't intervene, there would be no victory or defeat in a short time, so he didn't care.

Turning his head, Duke looked at his still a little dazed hooves: "Are you okay?"

"You...didn't you ask me to die?" Hoof asked this question out of nowhere, almost making Duke roll his eyes in anger.

I saved you, but you still ask me this.

No, now Hoof's IQ is as high as 5 points, and I can't talk to her properly at all.

After a while, Hoofu came back to his senses.

"Ah! Please help Maraad quickly." Hooves seemed to have a higher IQ at this moment. Well, yes, it was about 50 points. Although it is still a bit far from the average level of normal humans, at least it is more reliable.

Duke didn't even look over there: "Yrel, let me tell you a little common sense. When the overall situation has been decided, it is the glory of a man to leave the battlefield to the real heroes for single combat!"

"Oh." Hooves nodded in understanding.

Over there, the fear lord Loserus was actually scared to death.

Others don't know the extent of Duke's skills. At any rate, Loserus, whose strength is barely equal to that of a junior void lord, still has this vision - he is at least a Xiri-level powerhouse, and he is not an ordinary Xiri. That is an extremely powerful person who is infinitely close to the demigod realm.

How come there are so many strong men in the little human race?

Loserus had no time to care. He only knows that many of his compatriots have died in Azeroth, and even their souls have not been able to return. Now the grass grows three feet high on the grave, and the great power has been given away to others.

Demons have no loyalty at all. The only thing that can make demons obey is strength. No demon thought highly of Illidan, but Illidan, a lackey who joined the Legion, seemed to be quite strong, so they reluctantly served him.

Loserus was already unhappy with being sent to this useless sentry post. However, since he was not strong enough, he naturally could not play enclosures in the Dark Temple and use a certain floor as his own territory.

Now he wants to run away.

only……

He suddenly discovered that the space around him was blocked! ?

How powerful is this mysterious mage? ?

Over there, Duke naturally had no time to pay attention to a little Dread Lord. But now that he has seen it, it would be too shameful for him to let the other party escape. Anyway, the level of suppression allows him to calmly bring in the elements of the magic network and use stronger elements to drive away the surrounding arcane elements, making space teleportation impossible.

Of course, this is obviously bullying an opponent whose level is inferior to one's own.

Duke ignored it and looked at the hoof in its 'big broken' state.

Rarely, Hoofu actually blushed: "Don't...don't look! I...am I in a very embarrassed state now?"

It's a good thing Yrel didn't remind him. Once he said it, Duke looked at it carefully and found that the hoof now really had a lovely smell.

The brave girl, full of holy light, swung her war hammer at the evil Queen of Pain, but was mercilessly taught how to behave by the other party's whip, and almost embarked on the road of no return.

This broken armor!

This looks like a rag that has been ravaged repeatedly!

All right! Duke shamefully... acted like an honest and trustworthy young man.

He took off his cloak and put it on his hooves, doing a casual trick. Strictly speaking, he didn't take action, but his sight spanned the endless space and fell on Loserus, who was temporarily transferred to the miserable demon king.

You know, since there are the highest-level magic nets around, this land is equivalent to being in Duke's domain.

The feeling of a super powerful demigod staring intently at a tiny Dreadlord is no different than a cruel spider staring at a prey that has fallen into the spider's web.

As a prey, all that is left is fear.

How ridiculous it is that the Dread Lord should be spreading fear, but now he is overwhelmed by fear.

But this happened very realistically.

Loserus, who had been attacking continuously and seemed to have the upper hand, soon made a fatal mistake - he used too much force during the attack and stumbled off balance.

How experienced is Maraad, who has gone through thousands of years and honed his skills in countless battles? He could tell at a glance that the enemy had really made a mistake, rather than luring him.

Maraad immediately showed Yrel the correct usage of [Reckoning]: Although [Reckoning] can launch a violent attack in a short period of time, these additional attacks can be blocked and parried. In order to increase the damage suffered by the enemy, before activating [Reckoning], directly throw the Holy Light at the enemy's head, use [Sanction] to stun the opponent, and then activate [Reckoning]. This is the standard usage to maximize damage.

The explosive muscles swelled to the limit, and the burly body wearing heavy armor made incredible fast-attack movements like a thief.

In an instant, the Dread Lord, who was as tall as a storey, was hit hard by the Holy Light Warhammer, and his entire upper body, including flesh and armor, was smashed into an unknown mixture.

The battle is over!

"Oh oh oh! We win!"

"Praise the Holy Light!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There were cheers and cheers everywhere.

She held her cloak hard with her hooves, fearing that it would be exposed. She didn't feel it during the bloody battle just now, but now a gust of wind was blowing, and her buttocks were in pain. It was obvious that the queen of pain with no good intentions just hit many bad places.

After victory, there was no need to bother Duke with such a trivial matter as cleaning the battlefield.

Back at the Wildhammer Fortress, which was under construction, Duke originally thought that nothing happened, but who knew that after nightfall, Hooves came to visit on tiptoe.

"It's so late, what's going on?"

Hooves hesitated: "I... I was injured during the day, but neither myself nor the priests in the fortress said it could be cured. They said only warlocks could cure it. But there were no warlocks in the fortress. Prince Bronzebeard called me Came to find you."

"Uh, what's the injury? So troublesome?" Duke was curious.

Generally speaking, the Holy Light is the nemesis of the power of shadow. Even if it doesn't work, it can be forcibly exchanged and offset with higher quality or larger amounts of holy light.

There are no heroic priests in the fortress, but there are still a few high-level priests. They can't handle it?