Chapter 475

Unlike the others, Duke completely ignored Ronin. His eyes reflected the figure of the dragon. But whether it was Luo Ning or the giant dragon, Duke didn't really care about either of them.

It was Deathwing that Duke cared about.

If he couldn't get Deathwing's attention and interest the Lord of the Black Dragons, it would be useless for him to do much more.

So far in the entire alliance, there is not a single warlock. Except for warlocks, [Devil's Soul] is an artifact that no one can master. Even if Duke was a warlock, he would not use this method to seize control of Alexstrasza.

Of course, how the current situation will end is also a question.

A young dragon with a body length of 23 to 4 meters and a wingspan as close as 20 meters. Leave it alone, just because it can't survive, hovering high in the sky and watching when the demon spirit calls the dragon, it is enough for a team of five to drink a pot.

When Veresa arrived, she tried to target the dragon's eyeball with the ability she gained from the Altar of Storms. She failed, and at an altitude of 300 meters above the ground, the direction of the wind has become extremely chaotic. She has indeed awakened the power of the wind, but that is more about the mastery of the wind, rather than the big sister's ability to strengthen herself with storms.

Don't think that the dragon's eyeballs are weak points and are easy to hurt. As long as the dragon is over a thousand years old, the transparent eye mask will have the hardness of steel.

Veresa bit her lower lip lightly, and said loudly: "If anyone has a way, then you'd better use it now."

Everyone first turned their attention to Marianne, she was the best among the five. But the Great Master Huiyue spread his hands: "It's too far away."

Everyone noticed what Marianne said: it's too far away, it's not that I can't move.

Then everyone ignored the irritable and bewildered Ronin, and also ignored the short-handed paladin, and directly turned their attention to Duke, the core figure of the team.

Duke looked at the red dragon hovering in the sky, and asked Veresa, "Can you help me guide my magic?"

"How to do it?"

"I need you to blow the elemental particles from me onto that big lizard."

Veresa was not an idiot, she was smart and immediately understood what Duke meant: Leaving aside the power of magic, just because the direction of the wind could change at any time, it was very difficult for magic to accurately hit a target more than 100 meters away.

In fact, in large-scale wars, there is no large-scale magic array dedicated to war, and it is impossible to coordinate the magic power and magic power of so many mages in the mage group.

What Veresa did was actually a kind of increase.

Even if they don't know how to use magic, high elves are sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Regardless of avoiding suspicion, Veresa almost stuck her whole body to Duke's back, and then raised her hand to point at the giant dragon at an altitude of 300 meters.

A breeze blew from behind the two of them, and the silver hair fluttered in the wind, caressing Duke's face.

The eyes of the three people next to him were straightened, because at such a moment, they felt in a trance that the hair color of the two of them matched unexpectedly. In the picture seen in the eyes, the figures of the two people have a wonderful sense of fusion.

Even if a beautiful woman hugged him gently from behind, Duke didn't have time to be distracted. He carefully sensed the trajectory of the flame element that escaped from him.

In the retina, it can be seen that the system sprite is calculating the shooting trajectory with a three-dimensional model at high speed.

Wind direction, wind speed, escape speed of flame elements...

All the data was swiping in Duke's mind.

This time, Duke raised his right hand, just under Veresa's jade arm, and the arms of the two overlapped. Duke raised his left hand again and placed it on Veresa's right arm.

After reciting the mantra softly, a fireball the size of a washbasin immediately condensed in front of their fingertips.

This fireball is very small, as small as those magic apprentices who have just learned [Fireball Art]. With a soft "bang", the fireball flew out.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the doorway.

Gavin Ladd is a melon eater, but Marianne and Ronin stared straight at this small fireball.

With a striking tail flame, the fireball leaped crookedly into the sky.

If it is the fireball technique of the magic apprentice, it will dissipate after flying about thirty meters. Duke's fireball was different. Although it seemed to be about the size of a bonfire in a brazier, after climbing 50 meters, the two discovered that Duke's fireball hadn't dissipated at all.

It's almost how much fire element goes out, and there are still so many after shooting fifty meters.

One hundred meters passed.

Two hundred meters.

Two hundred and fifty meters.

It wasn't until this moment that the fireball shrunk significantly. Not visually, but the reduction of the contained elemental energy.

At the beginning, the giant dragon soaring in the sky just roared, notifying his compatriots from afar to come to support him, he didn't care about the fireball at all. In the eyes of the giant dragon, as long as human magic exceeds a certain distance, just like the fireworks they play, it is purely for appearance.

It's wrong.

The fireball still didn't disappear, on the contrary, the fireball was getting closer and faster. It actually carried out two stages of acceleration.

"Roar—" the red dragon was angry.

Using fireball in front of the red dragon, which uses flames as its housekeeping skill, is itself a provocation. Not to mention, this little fireball seemed to have a real chance of hitting it.

"Hoo Chi!" Without thinking, the red dragon sprayed a dragon's breath, trying to dispel the fireball.

The strange thing happened again, the little fireball actually turned a corner in mid-air, drew a dazzling arc, bypassed the large area of ​​dragon's breath, then accelerated for the third time, and finally hit the lizard of the dragon with a fireball face.

The red dragon itself has a natural fire resistance. Fireball doesn't do much damage.

But this is a slap in the face!

In the true sense, from all angles and connotations, it is an out-and-out slap in the face.

Red dragons are mostly masters with bad tempers.

Regardless of waiting for the reinforcements to arrive, the thousand-year-old red dragon fluttered its wings, and suddenly descended from high altitude.

It wants to teach these tiny human beings who dare to challenge its majesty a terrible lesson that they will never forget.

The dragon swooped down, and everyone looked at Marian immediately.

This powerful member of the Silver Moon Council immediately demonstrated the power of the great mage Huiyue. The complex pattern of arcane energy that is difficult for outsiders to understand spreads under her feet, and the lines formed by the condensed arcane energy form a magic circle with a diameter of ten meters, which seems to be a work of art in itself.

Every inch of the magic circle is flowing with magic power at high speed, constantly running at high speed. Then, just as the dragon swooped down to a place less than fifty meters above the ground, countless claw-like magic tentacles suddenly appeared, enveloping the dragon in a net.