In the distance, Malakas slowly stood up from the ground, and it looked as if he had been beaten far away, but Patrick actually knew through his psychic perception that he hadn't been hurt much. As the troll's most powerful protector of divine power, the Arcane Missile was already covered with a layer of defense when it flew in front of the Hex Lord.

So it looks like the Arcane Missile blew Malakas far, far away, but in reality, he only took some simple physical damage, and he didn't even hurt his fur.

Looking at the sorcery lord who slowly got up, Patrick's purpose was also achieved, his main purpose was to interrupt his sacrificial activities and prevent the Zuaman troll from gaining the divine power of the animal god.

[Malakas has a powerful demonic power hidden in his body, and the chances of defeating him head-on are not high, but it is easy to use spellcasting skills to combine small compound spells to directly interrupt his sacrifice. Alan's voice came.

"You can't give Malakas a chance, you have to destroy the ritual in one go." Patrick thought to himself.

Patrick began to cast his divine power into the surrounding space, the arcane was interfering with the surrounding reality, and Patrick was flying directly towards the altar of Malakas.

In front of the altar was a large bobcat, with a dagger with a skull stuck in its limbs, and a shadow glowing on it, and in front of it were some witch doctors' bottles and jars, and the gas emitted from the jars made the bobcat smell it with no strength and no ability to resist, so it could only be crucified on the altar like this.

There were also corpses around, trolls, high elves, and even humans, whose heads had been cut off, and blood flowed into the blood groove in the altar, glowing a faint red. There are still a few cauldrons behind the altar, presumably after the blood sacrifice, these corpses (ingredients) cannot be wasted, and the whole tribe can have a good meal.

Patrick flew up to the altar and sent a spiritual message to the bobcat lying there, who raised his eyelids and looked at Patrick, and then hung down in disappointment, as if he had no hope anymore.

Malakas had already stood up again, and returned to the altar, where the cat-headed troll Harraz was glaring at Patrick, unable to move due to a charm.

The first time he faced a troll spellcaster up close, the strong stench of hexery from Malakas's body made Patrick feel like an upper respiratory infection was in his throat.

Enduring the discomfort caused by the witchcraft, the arcane power, under the guidance of spiritual power, has completed the interference in the surrounding space, and a spiritual "realm" belonging to Patrick's private has also been completed.

The arcane abilities gathered in his body began to erupt, slowly transforming into fiery fire elementals, and the surrounding air had been scorched by the heat to produce phantoms.

Patrick took advantage of Malakas's fall to the ground, and began to build the spell sequence, three fire bursts had already taken shape, one fire explosion slowly wrapped the other fire burst, and finally, the third fire explosion technique was successfully wrapped in the outermost layer.

It seemed as if the three Flame Burst Techniques had been fused together, but the interior of this large Flame Explosion was distinct, and the trajectory of the fire element flow within each Flame Burst Technique was independent of each other, and it was not intended to intersect and merge with each other.

The previous few temptations and flame blasts were all to create an opportunity for this blow, and Malakas also seemed to sense that this spell was not trivial, and his face became solemn, and the green magic and black shadow in his hand were intertwined, and it seemed that he was also preparing some kind of large-scale spell.

The Flame Burst was ready, locking directly onto Malakas's location, and the Flame Burst was like a comet, dragging a long tail and shooting directly at Malakas.

At the same time, Malakas was not to be outdone, and the power of witchcraft and the power of darkness instantly intertwined into a large protective shield, protecting the entire altar and firmly protecting the trolls around him.

The blazing triple flame explosion technique directly smashed on Malakas's protective shield, and after a burst of fierce light, the three flame blast techniques exploded on the black-green protective shield one by one, and the high-temperature flames generated by the explosion drowned Malakas and the others along the edge of the protective shield, and the huge and hot air wave violently spread around.

The trolls who were relatively close to the altar but not in the shield were instantly overwhelmed by the flames, struggling, screaming, and then lifeless, and their whole bodies were burned in the pitch black, and it was unbearable to see.

Trolls who were a little farther away were slightly better, swept away by the waves of air that swept in, and some died directly in the hot airflow.

After the flames dissipated, Malakas also removed the shield, such a large-scale consumption of animal divine power made the demon lord exhausted, and he was gasping for breath, while the eyes of Ekirsson and Nalorak behind him were full of horror, and the other little trolls were surprised for the rest of their lives.

"It's now!!" Patrick heard a magical voice.

A cold sweat appeared on Malakas's head, and he noticed that the elf on the opposite side had energy fluctuations, so he couldn't take a break, and began to gather the power of witchcraft to prepare for defense, taking advantage of Malakas's misjudgment, the spiritual power silk thread instantly pulled out the voodoo dagger on the spirit of the bobcat, and swept away those witch medicine jars, and the bobcat also made his body smaller very obediently.

Patrick directly grabbed the miniature version of the bobcat and hid it in his cuffs, turned around and flew towards Aurelia, joined the elven army, and began to retreat with the whole army.

Taking that lynx away is equivalent to directly abolishing the source of Malakas's sacrifice, so that he cannot infuse the trolls of Zuaman with the power of animal gods.

In fact, when Patrick flew towards Malakas, he sent a mental signal to the bobcat.

"If you want to be rescued, then respond." Sure enough, the already weakened Lynx mustered up his strength to look at Patrick, and then stood up on the altar again.

As an animal god who already has self-awareness and supernatural abilities, he naturally does not want to be slaughtered by trolls on the altar, but at the time it had no power to resist, and when his restrictions and voodoo curses were dispelled, the lynx was also very clever to shrink himself and let Patrick take him away from the altar.

The army had already begun to return, and the elves were fighting lightly and quickly, and in a few moments the elven army disappeared before the eyes of the trolls.

And in the face of Patrick's playful behavior, Malakas was about to explode, it turned out that the purpose of the evil elf spellcaster was not his own at all, but the bobcat, it turned out that all his attacks were foreshadowing, and the attacks were just to distract me and disrupt our sacrificial activities.