It looked like a mage was casting an [arcane explosion technique], and the huge purple-blue ball of light was expanding at a high speed. But if you see clearly, it is actually a huge energy turbulence that is constantly sputtered out of arcane energy in the form www.biquge.info of [arcane missiles].

This massive mass of arcane energy, after destroying the target it was supposed to attack, slammed into another mountain bag in the distance with a flicker.

"Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly!" The violent arcane energy turned into countless arrows of blue light, smashing the entire mountain into a sieve. Gravel was flying, and dust was settling in the wetland's unique damp breeze.

No wonder Wen Resa was so excited, doing this, such a fierce fluctuation of arcane energy was tantamount to telling the red dragon flying in the sky that something big was going on here.

How much damage a Morning Star Mage can cause, the dragons know in their hearts, and they will definitely not ignore it.

In this age of illiteracy, some people may know that human magic comes from the High Elves, but few people know that dragons are the ancestors of magic - in ancient times, when the Titans of Creation arranged for the five dragons to become the guardian dragons of the world of Azeroth, the eldest blue dragon king, Malygos, was appointed as the guardian of magic.

The other dragons have their own characteristics, but they are all quite sensitive to magic.

Wen Resa scolded as she removed the longbow straddling diagonally behind her back with a dazzling motion, and bent her bow to shoot arrows.

The orcs who had just been bombarded were certainly not worthy of Wen Rasa's rivalry.

Enemies, from the air.

Luo Ning, who had just poured out his magic power, had not yet recovered from the violent but overly effective magic attack, when he suddenly felt a shuddering sensation pass over him, which frightened him and almost jumped up from the ground.

Something is near.

He looked up at the sky and saw only thick dark clouds like gray cotton wool.

"Fool, don't go yet!" Gavinrad's big hand grabbed the troublemaker by the collar and dragged him to his horse.

Ronin's face turned pale, and he realized that he had messed up again, just because of a few orc laborers who were ambushed in a mud hole next to the swamp, he had alarmed the heavenly god of killing.

He struggled to tilt his head on the back of the bumpy horse, and he saw an invisible ripple in the eastern sky, spreading in all directions as the center of something. It was a bit like a ripple of a drop of water falling on the water, but it was rougher.

The clouds were rudely torn apart.

Immediately, like a thunderous wave, Luo Ning's eyes widened in shock.

Immediately after that, there was a terrifying roar in the air, Luo Ning's body tensed involuntarily, and a black shadow broke through the clouds and expanded sharply in his field of vision.

For a few seconds, the ground near it was covered in a great shadow.

A deafening roar erupted in the sky above, tearing through the atmosphere like a hurricane. Ronin struggled to straddle his horse, twisting his head to barely look at the sky, but unfortunately this time he saw a hellish sight.

A fiery dragon filled the sky above, its front paws clutching Ronin's still-struggling and neighing horse. Luo Ning's carefully prepared supply bag kept falling from the back of the war horse.

The crimson behemoth swallowed the rest of its claws in one gulp, its eyes fixed on the small, pitiful human below. And on its shoulder sat a grim-looking green monster finger Ronin with a battle axe, long fangs, and a piercing roar, as if giving orders to the dragon.

The dragon roared and stretched out its huge claws, swooping down on him.

"Hell, you scourge!" said Gavinrad, who made no secret of his hatred for Ronin. Even if Luo Ning didn't face this paladin, he could feel the sky-high anger on the paladin's body.

It's no wonder Gavin Rad was furious.

Luo Ning, the troublemaker, either doesn't provoke it, and if he provokes it, he will directly be a young dragon over a thousand years old. You know, in the intelligence, this is already the strongest red dragon in the entire wetland. Extremely old dragons with independent names have gone to attack the Hillsbrad Hills.

It couldn't be darker!

"Awala-Malusaada!"

A huge mass of chaotic ice energy as large as a carriage condensed in front of Marianne's raised left palm.

Unlike Ronin's out-of-control berserk magic, Marianne showed her ability to manipulate as a high-level mage. The arrows of ice shot out of the lightning not only formed a net to cover the red dragon, but it could also be seen that the arrows shot out had an extremely clear arc.

Marianne was able to adjust the angle of the shot after the magic shot in order to get the most out of the shot.

The giant dragon, which was already in a state of dive, was worthy of being a thousand-year-old dragon, and in the high-speed dive that seemed completely impossible to change direction to outsiders, it suddenly climbed more than thirty meters with just one flap of its wings.

If Marianne's Rain of Ice Arrows had a range greater than the Blizzard magic, it would have self-adjusted its angle and would have dodged the dragon.

Even so, the dragon dodged most of its ice arrows. The remaining small part was directly offset by the dragon's breath that had not been charged.

Except for two shots......

Obviously, these two ice arrows are Marianne's biggest killer move.

On the surface, it looks exactly the same, but in fact, it contains at least ten times the amount of frost elemental that is of ordinary ice arrows.

Not only is it tough, but it can also accelerate suddenly!

One moment it was still about the same speed as a bird, but the next moment it had turned into two meteors, almost in no particular order, one left and one right shot at the orc on the dragon's back.

How could the attack of a veteran Huiyue-level mage be able to withstand by a mere dragon-throated orc cavalry?

With one breath, the entire orc has been reduced to an ice sculpture. The mere tremor of the dragon's climb caused the ice sculpture to crack and disintegrate, turning into a cloud of dissipated ice crystal dust in a few breaths.

It's a pity that this is already the limit of what Marianne can do.

If you face each other head-to-head on land, you will only know who wins and who loses. But the flightless elven mage faced the dragon that could freely soar and perform all kinds of tactical maneuvers, and Marianne, who could only fight on land, suffered a big loss.

Even Duke who arrived gave the dragon a barrage of arcane missiles, but he still couldn't stop the dragon from soaring into the sky. The dragon circled around almost three hundred meters in the air, its terrifying yellow vertical pupils carefully examining the three mages below.

"I'm sorry, Alliance Mage, but I have to report your presence to Necrus. ”

In the team of five people below, everyone's pupils shrank. (To be continued.) )