Unlike others, Duke completely ignored Ronin. The figure of the dragon was reflected in his eyes. But no one of them was really taken by Duke in his heart.

Duke cares about Deathwings.

If the attention of Death Wings cannot be attracted and the interest of this Black Dragon King, then no matter how much he does, it will be useless.

There is no warlock in the entire league so far. Apart from the warlock, no one can play the magic weapon [Demon Soul]. Even if Duke is a warlock, he will not use this method to rob Alexandassa of control.

Of course, how the situation in front of you is also a problem.

A young dragon with a body length of 23, four meters and a wingspan of 20 meters is enough to drink a pot of five people.

After Wen Leisha arrived, she tried to aim at the dragon's eyes with the ability she had obtained from the storm altar. She failed, and the flow of the wind had become extremely disordered at a height of three hundred meters above the ground. She did awaken the power of the wind, but it was more about the mastery of the wind, rather than the power of the elder sister to strengthen herself with the storm.

Don’t think that the dragon’s eyes are weak and easy to hurt. As long as the dragon is over a thousand years old, the transparent eye mask will have a steel-like hardness.

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

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

Everyone noticed that Marian said: It's too far away, it's not that it can't be beaten.

Then everyone ignored the pig liver-like appearance, at a loss, 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 Wenresha: "Can you help me guide my magic?"

“How to do it?”

"I need you to blow the elemental particles on my body onto the big lizard."

Wenresa is not a fool. She is smart and immediately understood what Duke means: regardless of the power of magic, just because the direction of wind changes at any time, it is difficult for magic to accurately hit targets a hundred 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 magicians in the mage group.

What Winresa did was actually a certain increase.

Even if he doesn't know how to use magic, the high elves are sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Without avoiding suspicion, Wenresa almost touched Duke's back, then raised her hand to point at the giant dragon at a height of 300 meters.

A breeze blew from behind the two, and silver hair drifted in the wind, gently caressing Duke's face.

The three people next to them looked straight, because at this moment, they felt that their hair color unexpectedly matched. The scenes seen in their eyes showed a wonderful sense of fusion.

Even though there was a beautiful woman holding him from behind, Duke had no time to be distracted, and he carefully sensed the trajectory of the flame elements he had evacuated.

In the retina, you can see that the system elves are calculating the shooting trajectory using a three-dimensional model at high speed.

Wind direction, wind speed, flame element dissipation speed...

All the data was sweeping in Duke's mind.

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

He chanted the spell softly, and a fireball the size of a basin suddenly condensed in front of the fingertips of the two.

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

The layman watches the fun, while the insider sees the tricks.

Gavinlad was a melon-eating crowd, but Marian and Ronin were staring straight, their eyes fixed on this small fireball.

The fireball, with its eye-catching tail flame, rushed toward the sky crookedly.

If it was a magic apprentice's fireball technique, it would probably disappear if it flew about thirty meters. Duke's fireball was different. Although it seemed that the bonfire in the brazier was about the same size, after climbing fifty meters, the two of them suddenly discovered that Duke's fireball had not dissipated at all.

Almost how many fire elements are there when they go out, and after fifty meters, they are still so many.

One hundred meters have passed.

Two hundred meters.

Two hundred and fifty meters.

It was not until this moment that the fireball had a significant reduction. It was not visual, but a reduction in the energy of the element contained.

At the beginning, the dragon soaring in the sky just roared and notified his compatriots to come to support him from afar. He didn't care about the fireball at all. In the eyes of the dragon, human magic only exceeded a certain distance, just like the fireworks they played with, it was purely a thing.

It's wrong.

The fireball still did not disappear. On the contrary, the fireball was getting closer and faster. It actually accelerated in two stages.

"Roar" the red dragon was furious.

Using fireball techniques in front of the Red Dragon, which uses flames as its key skill is a provocation in itself. Not to mention, this small fireball seems to be really likely to hit it.

"Huh!" Without thinking, the red dragon directly squirted over with a dragon's breath, trying to dissolve the fireball.

The strange thing happened again. The small fireball actually turned around in the air, drew a dazzling arc, bypassing a large area of ​​dragon breath, and then accelerated for the third time, and finally a fireball hit the dragon's lizard's face.

The red dragon itself has its own natural fire resistance. The damage of the fireball is not high.

But this is a slap in the face!

In the true sense, from all angles and connotations, it is a perfect slap in the face.

Most of the Red Dragons are bad tempers.

Without caring about waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, the thousand-year-old red dragon flapped its wings and suddenly landed sharply at high altitude.

It will teach these tiny humans who dare to provoke their majesty a terrifying lesson that will never be forgotten until death.

The dragon swooped down, and everyone's eyes immediately looked at Marianne.

This powerful member of the Silver Moon Council immediately showed the power of Master Huiyue. The complex arcane energy pattern that was difficult for outsiders to understand spread out under her feet. The lines condensed by arcane energy formed a magic circle with a diameter of ten meters, as if it was a work of art.
Chapter completed!