The corpse, which was completely cut in two halves, was in a strange posture, as if the broken puppet parts were twisted and turned several times in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground. The broken mouth was obviously splattering blood, but at the worst, it should have blood. Now only a piece of white light is seen. .

The extremely cold frost element sealed the entire incision.

This scene made everyone open their mouths.

The expression of hoof was frozen for three seconds before he said, "Mark, I don't know you are so strong..."

Until now, everyone can recall that the alliance envoy Mark Dooku suddenly appeared and took action to instantly send the female demon.

Duke glanced at the battle situation next to him, and Marlad and the terrifying demon king continued to waste each other. If he didn't intervene, he would not be able to decide the outcome in a short time, so he would not care.

Turning his head, Duke looked at his still slightly concealed hoof: "Is it okay?"

"You... didn't you let me die?" The hoof asked this question in a silence, almost rolling his eyes.

I saved you, but you even asked me about this.

No, now my hoof IQ is as high as 5 points, so I can't talk to her well.

It took a while before the hoof came to his senses.

"Ah! Hurry up and help Marrad." The hoof seemed to have a little higher IQ at this moment. Well, it's not bad, about 50 points. Although it's still a little far from the average level of normal humans, it's at least a little reliable.

Duke didn't even look over there: "Yerel, tell you a little common sense. When the overall situation is settled, leaving the battlefield to the real heroes to fight alone is the glory of a man!"

"Oh." The hoof nodded in a vague way.

Over there, the fear demon king Lothrus was actually almost scared to pee.

Others don’t know what Duke’s move is. At least, Lothrus, who is barely equivalent to the initial Void Lord, still has this vision, at least a strong man of Xiri level, and is not an ordinary Xiri, who is an extremely powerful man who is infinitely close to the realm of a demigod.

Why did little humans produce so many strong people?

Lothrus had no time to care about it. He only knew that many of his compatriots had been hanging in Azeroth and even had no soul to go back. Now the grave was three feet tall, and his power was so powerful that he could only be fooled by others.

The demons have never been loyal, and the only power that can make the demons obey. No demon can respect Illidan, but Illidan, a lackey who joins the legion, looks pretty good, so they reluctantly serve him.

Lothrus was already very upset when he was sent to this post where the bird would not shit, but his strength was not good, so he naturally could not play zombies in the Dark Temple and use a certain layer as his territory.

Now he wants to run away.

only……

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

How powerful is this mysterious mage?

On the other side, Duke naturally had no time to pay attention to a small fearful demon king. But since he saw it, if he still let the other party escape, he would be too embarrassed. Anyway, the suppression on the level could allow him to calmly transfer the elements of the magic net, and use more intense elements to drive away the surrounding arcane elements, making space teleportation impossible.

Of course, this is obviously a bullying opponent who is not as good as his own.

Duke ignored it and looked at the hoof in the "big break" state.

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

It would be fine if Iriel didn't remind me. After saying that, Duke looked carefully, and now his hooves really have a charming smell.

The brave girl waved the war hammer to the evil queen of pain with holy light, but was ruthlessly taught by the other party's whip, and almost embarked on the road of no return.

This broken armor!

This is like a strip of rags that have been repeatedly ravaged!

OK! Duke shamefully...became an honest and reliable young man.

He took off his cloak and put it on his hooves, and did something casually. Strictly speaking, he did not take action, but his original sight crossed the endless space and fell on the Lothrus, who had temporarily changed his job to the tragic devil.

You should know that since there is the highest level of magic net around you, this land is equivalent to being in Duke's realm.

A super powerful demigod stared at a small fearful demon king. The feeling was like a cruel spider staring at a prey that had fallen on the spider web.

As prey, all that is left is fear.

The Demon King of Fear should have spread fear, but now he is overwhelmed by fear. What a ridiculous thing.

But this happened incredibly.

Originally, Lothrus, who seemed to have the upper hand, quickly made a fatal mistake. He used too much force during the attack and staggered and lost balance.

What an experienced Marlad, who has honed his skills through countless combat powers? He could tell at a glance that the enemy was really a mistake, rather than seducing the enemy.

Marrad immediately showed Yiriel the correct usage of [Liquidation]: [Liquidation] can certainly launch a violent attack like a storm in a short period of time, but these additional attacks can be blocked and parried. In order to increase the damage suffered by the enemy, before launching [Liquidation], directly smash the holy light to the enemy's head, knock out the opponent with [Sanctions], and then launch [Liquidation]. This is the standard usage for maximizing damage.

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

In a moment, the Demon King, who was as tall as a floor, was smashed into the city by the Holy Light Warhammer. His entire upper body, including the armor, was smashed into an unknown mixture.

The battle is over!

"Ohhhh! We won!"

"Praise the Holy Light!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There were cheering sounds everywhere.

The hoof covered his cloak with great force, fearing that he would have exposed himself. He didn't feel it when the bloody battle just now, but now a gust of wind blows, and the buttocks are painful. Obviously, the uneasy queen of pain just now just now drew a lot of bad places.

Victory, so you don’t have to worry about Duke when cleaning the battlefield is such a trivial matter.

Back at the construction of the Wildhammer Fortress, Duke thought nothing was wrong, but after nightfall, he actually tiptoed to visit him.

"It's so late, what's the matter?"

The hoof stammered: "I... I was a little injured during the day, but I and the priests in the fortress said that they could not be cured. They said that it was a warlock that could only be solved. But there was no warlock in the fortress. The Prince of Bronzebeard asked me to come to you."

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

Generally speaking, the Holy Light is the nemesis of the power of shadow. Even if it is not good, it can force the Duizi and offset it with higher quality or larger amounts of holy light.
Chapter completed!