"boom!"

In the city of Lordaeron, a dilapidated two-story building collapsed, splashing smoke and gravel in the sky.

As the culprit of all this, Lao Tang did not appreciate his "one-hit power" even for a moment, but turned around quickly and pushed the ground hard, jumping out of the ten-digit numbers.

Sure enough, the next second, the position where Old Tang was just in was swallowed by a group of rotten bugs that seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

The specialty of the Demon King: the rotten bees!

The scavenging beetle as big as an ordinary person's thumb, flapping its wings in groups showing off its hideous mouthparts. Wherever the swarm crosses, whether it is a human warrior wearing strong armor or a rotten and pus-ridden zombie, the flesh and blood on its body will be swallowed up in an instant, leaving only a dry bone in the area and the chewing sound that makes people's scalp numb...

Once again, after avoiding Banazar's revengeful counterattack, Old Tang easily sent out a few undead natural disasters that were rushing towards him. He was already tilted up and frowned and looked at the big bat that was moving in the air and showing off his might.

Banazar is very strong, not inferior to former leaders such as Annatheron and Tikdios. But if you want to crush Old Tang... he really doesn't have the ability.

After all, compared to Manolos and Arcmond and others, Barnazar is not a little worse. Facing the hero-level challenger, the big bat cannot do unilaterally ravage. On the contrary, if it is a head-on battle, Old Tang may really be able to abuse him out of Xiang...

Unfortunately, Banazar is a fearful demon... The pair of bat wings with a wingspan of four or five meters are not useless decorations.

With the advantage of flying, as long as Banazar fights carefully, he will fundamentally eliminate the possibility of failure and death. If he is at least determined to escape, Old Tang really has no way to stop this big bat.

What's more, although the Fear Demon King clan is also a good player in melee combat, in the final analysis, these big bats still make a living by relying on long-range attack methods such as evil spells and psychic abilities.

It is no wonder that Lao Tang, who has the advantage of flying, can distance his combat at any time, and is agile and flexibly avoids attacks, has a headache and is helpless.

After all, no matter how perverted Lao Tang’s power is, how superb the fighting skills and how strong the attack power is, it will be useless if he fails to hit the target in the end.

Well, the lack of long-range attack methods is the eternal pain in the heart of Lao Tang, a spell idiot. In addition to the half-baked "evil-exorcist technique" he found himself, Lao Tang could only rely on throwing a javelin to fill his face... As for the arrogant and stupid idea of ​​trying to use this method to destroy Banazar... Lao Tang still thinks about how to remove the wings of the big bat!

Fortunately, Lao Tang is not fighting alone! (Why does it feel like Huang Jianxiang possessed him at this moment...)

He turned over and avoided the shadow arrow rain that Banazar shot over. Old Tang didn't even look at the potholes on the ground corroded by shadow energy. He was not willing to be outdone or had no choice but to return the big bat's half-baked magic light bullet.

Old Tang's counterattack was not in an attempt to hurt people, just to make Banazar dodge and create opportunities for another "teammate"'s attack.

Sure enough, when Banazar subconsciously flashed through the anti-evil technique that was shooting by, three holy light sword lights were aimed from behind at the neck of the fear demon king in the air, and his wings slashed down.

Messenger of Ashes, Moglani!

Compared to Lao Tang, a half-baked day walker who became a monk, Lao Moglani is a serious and old paladin. His understanding and immersion of the way of holy light. The gap between the two is like the difference between Ghost Fog Peak and Mount Haigal. In addition, the divine weapon ashes messenger, which is not inferior to Titan Power Warhammer...

If Barnazar was just a little wary when facing Old Tang's rough and rough anti-evil technique, facing Moglani's fierce attack, the big bat had to concentrate and face it in a mess.

With his wings trembling, Banazar flashed through the ashes with a strange movement, and rolled to the side and dived to the roof of a two-story building. But before the big bat could make the next counterattack, three black metal javelins were successively shot at his body with a shrill scream. The finished font shape shot towards him.

The javelins carefully crafted by these tauren blacksmiths are definitely good for steel. The spear tips of the heavy javelin that weigh more than one meter long and more than 30 pounds are shining coldly under the moonlight. Although they are not magical weapons and their materials cannot be compared with special metals such as silver and fine gold, under the blessing of Lao Tang's perverted huge force, even the solid city wall can be penetrated directly into the handle or even penetrated completely, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Banazar is not an idiot, nor is he a rookie on the battlefield. As the Burning Legion conquered countless planes, he has already accumulated unimaginable combat experience.

The wings of the Demon King of Fear are not only a flying tool, but also an excellent means of protection. The wings are closed and protected, and ordinary arrows are shot, and it is difficult to hurt them at all if they are cut and chopped.

But at this moment, he keenly realized the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the three-pole javelin. Looking at the three black beams flashing in the air, Banazar had no idea to resist. Without even the slightest hesitation, he had to retreat with his feet and return to the air to get a distance.

However, after a series of close cooperation between Lao Tang and Moglani, he finally forced him back to the ground. How could he let the tiger go back to the mountain and let Banazar get what he wanted?

Just now, it was only half a meter above the ground, and a big hatchet shining with holy light had already slashed from top to bottom.

"Chew!"

The touch of the sword blade slashing the entity made Old Moglani's spirit shocked. He held the hands of the Ashes Messenger tightly and increased his strength again. The body of the big bat, which was more than three meters tall, suddenly avoided the back like a cat trampled to the tail. But Banazar's ordeal was far from over.

"Puff puff puff!"

Accompanied by a few muffled sounds of sharp blades piercing through the leather, Lao Tang's javelin pierced through the body of the Fear Demon King without any delay, leaving three hideous and terrifying blood holes on his lower abdomen and thighs.

Unfortunately, because the position changes brought about by Moglani and Banazar's fight made the javelin not as accurate as expected, and missed the key points such as Lao Tang's original aim at the head, chest, wings, etc. The throwing too much for strength and speed allowed the huge force to wrap the javelin and directly pierce the body of the fearful demon king without getting stuck between the ** and bones. Indirectly weakening the lethality of the javelin...

"Aowu~~~"

Bazazar, who was led far away by the power attached to the three-pole javelin, rolling and colliding, let out a miserable howl of anger in his throat, spreading across the battlefield like ripples. When Old Tang leaped onto the roof with a war hammer, Banazar, who had been eased in the attacks between the two before, was already in a very embarrassing situation.

Between the broken wooden board and the gravel, the terrified demon king slowly stood up and suffered many injuries all over his body.

Facing Moglani's fierce slash, Banazar, who was unavoidable in the air, held up a pair of iron claws and tried to resist the sword blade of the Ashes Messenger.

But even though the Demon King used the power of the collision to relieve his strength and retreated immediately, he still could not help but pay the painful price of cutting off his three fingers. Not only was the armor of unknown material neatly cut open, but a bloody sword wound was left between his chest and abdomen.

On the lower abdomen and right thigh, three terrifying blood holes were flowing out of dark green blood. The dripping blood even corroded the solid bricks and stones into large and small sunken potholes, and white smoke was emitting - it was the "gift" given to Lao Tang's three-pole javelin.

A series of dazzling blows made the Demon King of Fear in a very miserable state at this moment, and he was no longer as glorious as before...

"You have to pay the price for this!"

The severe pain made Banazar almost crazy. Looking at Lao Tang and others who were approaching from both sides and the left and right, the Demon King roared. The only few remaining fingers were connected, and a pair of fleshy palms flew up and down to depict a mysterious trajectory.

"Stop him!!!"

Old Tang couldn't figure out the specific strength of Banazar. But this did not prevent Old Tang from adjusting the danger level of this big bat to the highest standard. It did not mention the warning signs that the crisis consciousness frequently predicted. The chanting and casting posture of the Demon King at this time was enough to prevent Old Tang from being careless and negligent.

No wonder Old Tang was so nervous. You should know that the powerful spells like the rotten bee swarm or the Shadow Arrow Rain just now, big bats can cast spells instantly. With such strength, they can perform a spell that needs to be chanted. How can they be seen in vain?

The obscure demon spell sounded on the battlefield without interruption. Seeing Banazar posing for a spell, Old Tang shouted and reminded the blood-colored lord, he had already launched a charge. He fitted and rushed over.

Charge, as a soldier's master's skills, is naturally very familiar to Lao Tang. However, a few dozen yards away, Lao Tang, who used to be, could quickly run by like thunder in a flash. But this time, when Lao Tang ran to Banazar's side only three arms, a violent feeling of dizziness and powerlessness suddenly came.

The eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the originally clear mind became confused. Not to mention continuing to take a few steps to sweep the hammer and interrupting the casting of the big bat, Old Tang at this moment even had no strength to gain a foothold and maintain balance. Even because he could not transport capacity, the hammer weighing a thousand pounds fell to the ground, smashed through the stone roof, and fell into an abandoned and dilapidated building...

Hypnosis!

The only clear mind left in Lao Tang's mind subconsciously thought of the unique skill that the devil's move, which he had ignored was his own.

I don’t know whether the previous battle was limited to the casting distance or the deliberate retention of Banazar. This big bat was not used at all, which made Lao Tang, who had no experience in fighting with the Fear Demon King, accidentally forget this move. But at this moment, it was immediately immediately put in the attack without any precautions in the early stage.

"Bang!"

Old Tang, who realized that he was careless, guarded the last bit of Qingming in his mind, desperately gathered the power of Yang Yan in his body, trying to support the Holy Shield Technique to remove the magic that Banazar imposed on his body. But at this moment, a strong impact was already accompanied by the sound of collision, and instantly came from behind!

Old Tang, who was suddenly attacked, even before he could react, he spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled several times in succession, and staggered to the ground!

Before Old Tang could recover, the attackers had already come after him.

A sharp sword was aimed at Lao Tang's neck and slashed in the air!

Blood-red anger filled the sword body, and the richness was as solid as substance...

*******

"You recognize this sword, right?"

"Butcher!"

In Northrend's bitter cold wind, the sound was still clear and loud, full of resentment.

He raised one hand high and ordered the undead army behind him to stop. Arthas, who heard the familiar voice, narrowed his eyes and turned around.

"I have to admit it. I'm really surprised to see you have the courage to appear in front of me again since the last time Quel'thalas parted. Kay."

The Elf Prince is just a stone's throw away.

His golden and red clothes were as bright as blood when they were on the pale and ruthless snow. He stood tall and looked arrogant, and his staff was inserted into the snow in front of him, staring straight at Alsace, and the power of magic crackled around him.

"Where is your tauren helper? Have you abandoned you?" After careful examination, he could not see the expected figures. A sarcastic look gradually appeared on Alsace's face.

"You still think you don't have the help of others. You can escape from me alone? Kaizi... After so much, you are still as arrogant as ever. It's so stupid and cute!"

Behind the Elf Prince were not the pointed-eared elves he had slaughtered, nor the burly and rough tauren reinforcements... but a group of Kurtilas Navy soldiers who could not hide their anger. This made Alsace, who had suffered losses under Lao Tang, breathlessly relieved.

Although it really surprised Arthas that this group of "sea fish" would appear with the Elf Prince, in a moment, the Death Knight had already begun to look at Kelthus with interest and the long sword slowly drawn out by the Elf Prince.

"I found it, recast it."

The tone of the Elf Prince did not fluctuate at all, and he seemed to not care about the reaction of the Death Knight. He narrated himself: "And today, I will use him to pierce your heart and cut off your head!"

The sword was surrounded by rich flames. In the biting cold wind, the air around the sword seemed to be a little distorted.

The strike of flames!

Yes, Arthas knew the name of the sword and its origin: it was once the sword of the Sun Chaser of Das Rema. He was the founder of the Elf Dynasty and the ancestor of Kelthus.

The ancientity of this sword is almost indescribable.

It has witnessed the outbreak of the ancient war, the division of the elves, and the birth of the upper elves...

[But today, the Flame Strike will witness another major event, that is, the severance of the Sun Chaser's bloodline!] The murderous intent burst out in the mind of the Death Knight.

"Oh, yes. I saw it folded into two under the Sword of Frost's Sorrow, just before I severely slaughtered your father." Looking at the gloomy elf prince, the Death Knight's face hung sarcasm and mocking. "Just like everything about your elf, it is flashy and fragile! Whether it is a person or a thing!"

"You seem to be very good at hurting the noble old man!"

Faced with the ridicule of the Death Knight, Kelthas did not show any weakness and mocked him, and this counterattack made Arthas feel unexpectedly painful. "At least my father is still facing you on the battlefield. So what about your father, Arthas Minaihill?"

"It's so brave to kill an unprepared father. Just as he stretched out his arms to hug his son." The mockery of Kelthas Sun Chaser was also sharp, pointing to the painful feet in Althas's heart: "Oh, by the way, now I have to add His Excellency Delin Proudmore..."

"I let my daughter down and my father down... Arthas, is this your repayment to those close to you?"

The last words of the Elf Prince made the Death Knight suddenly stunned.

In the battle a few days ago, for unknown reasons and obsession in mind, after Arthas gained a full advantage, he deliberately or unintentionally held back in the battle, allowing the former elder to "lucky" to escape.

But now Kelthas seems to be saying... Some lives will eventually come to an end!

"Is that old thing dead? Well... Such a fragile life should not be left in the world."

On the surface, he sighed casually, but the inexplicable irritability made the destruction in Alsace's heart worse and worse. He could no longer help but want to tear the elf in front of him who provoked his inexplicable anger!
To be continued...