Chapter 127

Blood roar is not a simple warrior weapon. In fact, in the orc's world view, there is no such distinct difference between soldiers, hunters and shamans. This weapon is a symbol of the inheritance of Warsong clan and a symbol of civilization that has been handed down for thousands of years.

Countless chieftains of Warsong clan have fought with blood roar. Among them, there are shamans, soldiers and hunters. Therefore, this Tomahawk can be used as a magic weapon. At least when Dick injects the power of holy light into it, its amazing conductivity to energy amazes Dick.

To tell you the truth, Dick can't imagine how the orcs of the nomadic tribes made weapons like bleeding roar. You know, in the Azeroth world, those metals with excellent energy conductivity are available but not available.

However, this kind of thinking about weapons did not affect Dick's current state. When the whole body turned into a golden heavy axe, he felt the hand feeling completely different from the hammer, and felt the sharp and hot axe blade splitting the demon's body in front of him. Suddenly, Dick felt a sense of heroism.

"Who dares to stop me!"

The paladin roared, the Holy Light flail in his hand smashed forward, and the two dart demons who couldn't dodge fell to the ground. Before they woke up from their coma, the sharp axe blade passed through their neck, and two evil lives died again.

The green fire path in the game is the gathering place of Sartre's demons, and the same is true in the real world. When Dick turns over from the ridge, he sees a group of Sartre rushing to himself waving weapons. However, this kind of lowest level demons of the Burning Legion is no longer ignored by Dick.

Sartre has been mentioned in many kinds of myths. Their greatest ability is to kill people in a dream. If you are invaded by a Sartre, it is difficult to avoid the killing of these guys in a dream. However, compared with this illusory dream skill, their actual combat effectiveness is very poor!

After all, it's just demons transformed by night elves... Even half demons, no matter in strength or agility, have not surpassed the template of ordinary creatures, and many of them are good at shadow magic. However, although the fire of justice can't be used for the time being because of anvena's reason, its powerful element resistance is still on dick, Paladins can almost completely ignore these shadow magic, like an unstoppable beast, rushed into the group of Sartres.

"Where I stand, it is the land of justice!"

The axe in Dick's hand was cut forward, and the holy energy in his body was injected into the earth under his feet. Soon, the hot holy light was ejected from under the ground. The blazing temperature made these Sartres scream to escape, but they couldn't escape. The black fine roots rushed out of the ground and pierced into their feet.

Under Dick's complicated gaze, the gurgling sound of drinking water rings out again. Sartres feel their own strength being extracted in horror, and their bodies falling on the ground are burned by the holy light, and soon turn into bones.

In the battle against malonos, bloody oak saved Dick's life, but it also brought a lot of pressure to Dick. He could not control the oak that had taken root and sprouted in his body. Every time he fought, these oak would activate actively and absorb the life of all living things around him.

It's a terrible feeling! Paladins feel that they have the potential to become villains!

Although bloody oak will transform a large part of his life into Dick's use, the paladin can feel that the strange tree in his body is growing every day. Maybe it won't be long before Dick will suffer the same tragic fate as Harvey and become a blood sucking oak.

The worst thing is that the deer helmet, the initiator of all this, seems to have disappeared. Whether it's Garrod or the syndicate assassins sent by himself, it's like a stone sinking into the sea. The deer helmet has disappeared! It left Dick a mess to clean up!

And Dick can't believe Malfurion. The druid and Tyrande are of one mind. Who knows what means he will use to deal with himself?

The dagger hidden in the dark is always more dangerous than the sword and gun in the front!

"Get out of here!"

What's more, lyadeline didn't know whether to live or not, which made dick in a bad mood. When he was dispersing these Sartres, his hand became extremely fierce. As soon as his hand was raised, a huge golden sword ran out of his hand and penetrated Sartre's body at both ends. At the moment of stopping, Dick stepped forward and whirled down with a golden axe.

This blow completely split Sartre, who was blocking the road in front of him. These half demons, who were bullying and fearing the hard line, saw that Dick was so brave, and then saw that the evil star turned his head, and they broke up in a crowd.

With a cold snort, the paladin put his axe on his shoulder and strode to the deepest part of the path.

The demons' magic is too rough, and the control power of the vast majority of demons is in a terrible mess. They can't be expected to do some delicate work, so the work of controlling magic items to corrode this land is naturally left to the demons' followers.

The Warlocks!

Warlock, as I said before, except for the rare secret family of Azeroth, most warlocks appeared after the orcs crossed the dark gate and invaded Azeroth. It can be said that the extinction of the old tribe actually promoted the rise of the dark profession of Warlock.

You can't expect a group of people who deal with demons all day long to be conscious, so most of the Warlocks are also good and evil characters. Even their behavior style becomes confused when they use demonic power. This is also the reason why warlocks are not welcomed by the orthodox society.

In fact, even after more than ten years, the status of warlocks has not changed much. Only those warlocks who have really made contributions and sacrifices to the human world and can control their mind will be accepted by the mainstream society.

So when Dick strides into the empty Sartre camp, a group of dark arrows full of corrosive magic come to his face. The fierce guy in green robe gives out Gaga's laughter. With a wave of his hand and a wooden stick, a large amount of sulfur fire flies out of his hand, which is full of Dick's Dodge space.

The paladin couldn't even dodge. He was engulfed by the shadow arrow and sulfur fire. The successful magician tilted his head and looked, waved and threw out a purple flame. Then he came to the burning figure with a wooden stick,

"Hey, you fool who dare to challenge the master's power! You are nothing, now let the great... "

"Click!"

A metal arm wrapped with golden luster protruded from the flame of shadow, stuck the Warlock's neck like a pincers, and lifted him up into the air like a chicken. Dick strode out of the shadow flame, the light wrapped in the surface of his body, those corrosive forces and sulfur smell of fire, completely did not harm Dick's body.

"Great... What?"

Frankly speaking, the Warlock's strength is very good. He has reached the level of rare elite. Given enough time, it is not difficult for him to break through to another level, but his combat experience is too little.

"I don't have time to hear your disgusting name, scum. Tell me, where is the skull of Guldan?"

Dick will be caught in the air by him, the constantly struggling Warlock is still on the ground, the blood roaring hot axe blade is close to his neck, looking coldly at this human who plunges into the dark.

Because of his long-term contact with strange evil energy, his body surface is covered with purple scales. Coupled with his thin face and cunning eyes, this guy looks like a monster in a fairy tale. In the face of Dick's substantive threat, the Warlock's eyes turn around. As soon as he wants to speak, he sees Dick's brow wrinkled, his left hand raised and cut down!

The holy light came out of its sheath, and the golden sword ran into the simple house in front of it like a shell. It broke through the two walls and the attacker's body, and then turned into a golden flame. The warlock lying on the ground was shocked by his companion's crying before he died. He could even imagine the extreme pain of his companion's body burned by the holy flame.

After solving the problem, Dick puts his eyes on the warlock again,

"One last time, where is the skull of Guldan?"

The warlock was silent and could see that he was hesitant to tell Dick the truth, but Dick's trouble was obviously not over. At the moment when the warlock opened his mouth, a purple black space crack appeared behind him, and a pair of blue claws protruded from it.

Fear! Dick once saw a monster!

The ugly devil's head, huge bat wings, and the devil's mouth in his abdomen make this monster disgusted to the extreme. Dick can feel that this is a leader's fear devil. He looks at the Warlock's serious hope and struggle, and sneers.

Turn around, Holy Avenger, open!

Order trial! The light comes out! The power of the dragon!

Lord's power 60, dragon's power 30, Holy Avenger 60! With Dick's 150 points of power, at this moment, but from the point of view of power and agility, Dick has stood at the top of the Lord level, plus the 30% damage bonus of the Holy Avenger.

The first strike is the trial of order. The huge and bright flail of Holy Light stuns the fear demon who has just stepped out of the portal. Then, under the full-blown attack of Dick, a dazzling blade of holy light makes the extreme blade of holy light cut out from the blade of blood roar battle axe. After the extremely sharp blade of Holy Light cuts through the body of the fear demon who can't prevent, The Milky blade of light also cut through the body of the fear devil.

The blade of the axe, which had been magnified nearly ten times, ran out for a long time. It cut a conspicuous knife mark on the mountain wall of bihuo path. Countless scattered stones fell from the sky and fell on the ground.

"Furfural..."

Dick took a breath, took back the axe, moved his aching arms, and the wings of the holy light behind him, under the control of his will, turned into the light plumes scattered all over the sky. The paladin turned his head and looked at the magician who had been scared silly on the ground. He took a step forward.

The fear demon's body behind him is like tofu cut by a sharp blade. It is staggered up and down. The body cut in two has not yet fallen to the ground. The holy power contained in it explodes at this moment. Two golden flames set off Dick's figure.

Lord level dread demon, one hit second kill!

"I'll ask you one last time, skull of Guldan..."

"It's... It's in that house, please, let me go..."

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Compared with Dick's freehand brushwork, Illidan's fight is more or less anxious.

The group fighting ability of the demon hunter is quite powerful, especially blade dance and eye edge. Every time these two super skills are used by Illidan, they will set off a bloodbath among the demons around them.

However, this can not change the embarrassing situation faced by Illidan.

After the wounded tikdisio joined the battlefield, Illidan could only change his style from confrontation to guerrilla warfare in the face of swarming fear demons and elite demon guards!

Fear Lord's strength is absolutely strong, one-on-one Illidan is not sure to win, let alone these elite demons who are responsible for guarding ticdio.

Under the command of ticdio, the crazy demons use their bodies to encircle Illidan in a narrow range. The demon hunters fight fiercely. If there were no magic lines that can absorb magic energy in the battle, Illidan would have knelt long ago!

But this elf tough guy who has been locked up from the ancient war to the present has his own persistence. He said that ten minutes, he must persist until ten minutes. Even now, he has to bite his teeth to withstand the siege of the devil.

Illidan is a lone ranger, and at this time, he has not recruited the first group of Elven warriors who are willing to join in the dark. Therefore, the team of illidare, who will make the Burning Legion feel painful in the future, has not been formed yet. He can only incarnate in a one-man front and block under the ridge.

Every time he danced the moon blade in his hand, he could harvest new souls. These souls were quickly absorbed by Illidan to supplement his lost strength. He silently counted the time in his heart.

"548, 549, 550, dick... Last minute!"

Go ahead! Turn back! Under the blade dance, all things are cut! Eye edge sweeping, demons retreat!

In the whole body full of blood red ray of ticdio into the battlefield of that moment, Illidan suddenly turned back.

Although the dark eyes could not see the light, he knew that on the ridge, a dazzling figure appeared there.

"Illidan! Go on