Chapter 1826 Killing the Fire Demon King

It has to be said that the Wolf God's full attack is actually quite fierce.

At least in the first round, Raghu couldn't keep up with Goldring's speed.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Dozens of claw shadows shot out of the air, quickly crossed the void, and imprinted on Rag's huge body, causing considerable damage to him.

Ragnaros is not an earth elemental giant, and he does not have a tough body that can make dragons knock out their teeth. Apart from the few metal protective gears on his body, Ragnaros himself is dressed up to be the standard of a berserker. To be more vivid, replace the shield with a spear, and replace the big hammer with a spear. It will look a bit like Spartan's three hundred red pants.

Raghu was furious and struck Goldrinn with a hammer.

Unfortunately, the difference in body size and external acceleration made Lager feel like a human boss trying to deal with a white mouse that was crawling all over him.

The girdle between Rag's breastplate and belt was as big as a racecourse to Goldrinn.

While Rage focused on Goldrinn, the furbolg brothers arrived.

"Oh ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Two pairs of bear paws flew up and down, and each palm could capture a large piece of lava from Rag's waist.

When Raghu swept across again in an attempt to fly away the two opponents, who were both relatively large in stature, it was the turtle god Totora's turn to pull up and resist his hammer.

When he released the large fire magic, it was Duke and Avina's turn to launch long-range strikes one after another.

Avina's attack power is limited and can only be considered harassment at best.

Duke, the thief who steals the source of the flame, is the most powerful one.

Just think, even Cenarius started throwing frost magic. How could Duke, the demigod of the Magic Network, not have a follow-up attack?

A terrifying ice pick that could be used as the main beam of the Warchief's Hall in Orgrimmar appeared almost out of thin air and plunged straight into Rag. The huge ice pick, fifteen meters long, is pointed at the front and thick at the back. It is a deadly nail.

Raghu could fully imagine that something big would happen if he was penetrated by this icicle.

The terrifying frost element contained in the ice cone gave him the feeling that Duke had forcibly compressed an entire iceberg into such an awl.

"[Meteor]!" No longer caring about other existences, a huge bolide suddenly solidified from mid-air, hitting Duke's ice cone from top to bottom with an extremely precise impact.

A victorious smile appeared on Duke's lips - I'm not afraid that you won't fight back, I'm just afraid that you won't fight!

To condense the fireball, you need an infusion of willpower.

Duke is such a rogue, Lage puts his will into the front foot, and Duke's willpower comes with the back foot. The two thoughts launched a fierce confrontation in mid-air in a way that mortals could not see.

One party was furious.

One side is completely a millstone of flesh and blood, constantly spinning like a tornado, grinding the willpower released by Raghu.

Raghu, as a veteran demigod, has also been the only master of the fire elemental world for tens of thousands of years. There is no doubt about his strength.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four!

The ice pick Duke dropped was enough to keep Ragnaros busy. Not to mention a demigod fire demon hunter who tried his best to please his new master, as well as six wilderness gods, and most of the group of mortal heroes.

Countless injuries were left on Ragnaros' burly body. For a moment, he wished that his body was fully armored, so that he wouldn't have to suffer so many physical injuries in vain.

Now, he was like a water bag riddled with holes, with lava gushing out from almost every corner of his body.

In the past, the magma was just a part of his body that was constantly being replaced.

Now, these are his vitality that will never return...

"Duke—Marcus—" Ragnaros let out his loudest roar since the beginning of the war. He raised his [Safras] warhammer high and arched his whole body hard. He didn't even notice that the fingers of his left hand that were naturally stretched out were bitten off by Goldrinn's middle finger.

Lager worked hard!

It was at this time that the space filled with crimson and yellow was dyed with a more dazzling golden thread.

Duke is gone!

The most common [Flash] for a mage!

For 99.99% of mages in the world, flash is just a magic meant for escape.

This has been the case for a long time even since Duke traveled through time.

This time it's a little different.

Between the afterimage left behind when he flashed and the figure that appeared in mid-air behind Raghu after flashing, there was a thin golden line connecting the afterimage and the main body.

Only the top demigods who pay the most attention to the overall situation will notice that there is an extra hole in Rag's seemingly thick and hard black metal breastplate - a hole that can accommodate a human being.

Through this hole, the thin golden thread continues to extend backward.

It has pierced the northern wall of Saffron Fortress on the outside of this huge lava lake, and even pierced the space barrier of the Land of Fire.

At this moment, Duke's [Song of Light and Shadow] was wearing a red, fist-sized bead.

It's a bit wrong to say it's a bead, because powerful people with sharp eyes, such as Avina, the crow goddess, were surprised to see that the bead actually shrank and expanded like a human heart.

It's pulsating!

Similar to the beating of a heart!

If you are observant enough, you will find that as the big bead is pierced, its pulse becomes slower and slower, and the amplitude of the pulse becomes smaller and smaller.

"This is..." Cenarius couldn't believe his eyes.

The ferocious flame face of Ragnaros, who had been punched through the chest, finally showed a second expression besides anger, which was an expression called horror and fear.

Rager let out a scream that didn't match his usually strong voice: "No--"

A very strange scene happened.

I once thought that Ragnaros was the Lord of Fire and the Lord of the Fire Land, and his death must be majestic and heroic.

Even if it’s shit!

There should be a big explosion too!

Mushroom cloud or something!

Unfortunately not!

When Duke sacrificed his life and stabbed Ragnaros with his sword, taking away the last 1% of Ragnaros' health, Ragnaros's death was just melting, like a candle encountering high temperature.

The ten-story-tall body turned into lava, the most common type in the Fire Land, and began to melt and flow everywhere. From the holes at various locations on the platform, it flowed into the lava lake again.

The pauldrons, breastplates, and wrist guards on his body, ranging from hundreds of tons, all slipped in an unexpected manner, along the melting body, and finally fell off from the body once known as the Fire Demon King.

The earthworm-shaped flame runes that once shone so brightly on these pieces of equipment were all dim.

If these huge pieces of equipment didn't still retain the appearance of Titan creations, one would even think that these were natural scrap metal and not the equipment of the once glorious Fire Demon King.