Unlike the others, Duke completely ignored Ronin. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The dragon's figure was reflected in his eyes. But neither Ronin nor the dragon was really taken to heart by Duke.

Duke cares about Deathwing.

If he can't attract Deathwing's attention and pique the Black Dragon King's interest, then no amount of work he can do is in vain.

The entire alliance has not had a single warlock so far. Except for the Warlock, the [Demon Soul] artifact cannot be played with by anyone. Even if Duke was a warlock, he wouldn't have snatched control of Alexstasa in this way.

Of course, how the current situation ends is also a question.

A young dragon with a body length of twenty-three or four meters and a wingspan close to twenty meters. Leave it alone, just if it can't live or die, hovering high in the sky and sentry when the demon spirit calls the dragon, it is enough for the five-person team to drink a pot.

When Wen Resa arrived, she tried to aim the dragon's eyeballs with the abilities she had gained from the Altar of Storms. She failed, and at a height of three hundred meters above the ground, the direction of the wind had become extremely disordered. She did awaken to the power of the wind, but it was more of a mastery of the wind, rather than the power of the eldest 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 more than a thousand years old, the transparent eye mask will have a steely hardness.

Wen Resa bit her lower lip and said aloud, "If anyone has a way, then you'd better use it now." ”

Everyone first turned their attention to Marianne, and she was the best of the five. But the Bright Moon Archmage spread his hands: "It's too far." ”

Everyone noticed that what Marianne said was: too far away, not immobile.

Then everyone ignored Luo Ning, who was at a loss for what to do, and also ignored the short-handed paladin, and directly set their eyes on Duke, the core of the team.

Duke looked at the red dragon hovering in the sky and asked Wen Leisha, "Can you help me channel my magic?"

"How?"

"I need you to blow the elemental particles from me onto that big lizard. ”

Wen Resa was not stupid, and she immediately understood what Duke meant: regardless of the power of magic, it was difficult for magic to accurately hit targets at a distance of 100 meters just because the direction of the wind could change at any time.

In fact, in a large-scale war, without a large-scale magic array dedicated to war, it is impossible to coordinate the magic power and magic power of so many mages in the mage group.

What Wen Resa did, in fact, was some kind of increase.

Even if they don't use magic, the High Elves are sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Without avoiding suspicion, Wen Resa almost stuck her whole body on Duke's back, and then raised her hand to point to the dragon at a height of three hundred meters.

A breeze blew from behind the two of them, and strands of silver hair fluttered in the wind, caressing Duke's face.

The three people next to him looked straight, because at such a moment, they actually felt that the hair colors of the two had an unexpected match. The picture seen in the eyes, the figures of the two have a wonderful sense of integration.

Even with a beautiful woman gently holding him from behind, Duke didn't have time to be distracted, he carefully sensed the trajectory of the flame elemental he had escaped.

In the retina, the system sprite can be seen calculating the trajectory of the shot with a diorama at high speed.

Wind direction, wind speed, escape velocity of the flame element......

All the data was swiping through Duke's mind.

This time, Duke raised his right hand, which was under Wen Lesa's jade arm, and the arms of the two overlapped. Duke raised his left hand again, placing it on Wen Rasa's right arm.

Whispering the incantation, a fireball the size of a basin suddenly condensed in front of the fingertips of the two of them.

This fireball is small, as small as a magic apprentice who has just learned the Fireball Technique. With a soft "bang", the fireball flew out.

Outsiders look at the bustle, insiders look at the doorway.

Gavinrad is a melon-eating crowd, but Marianne and Ronin have straight eyes, and their eyes are locked on this small fireball.

The fireball, with a striking tail flame, staggered high into the air.

If it was a magic apprentice's fireball technique, it would dissipate after flying about thirty meters. Duke's fireball was different, although it seemed to be about the same size as a bonfire in a brazier, but after climbing fifty meters, the two of them found that Duke's fireball did not dissipate at all.

It's almost how much fire elemental it goes out, and it's still so much after shooting fifty meters.

A hundred meters passed.

Two hundred meters.

Two hundred and fifty meters.

It was only at this moment that the fireball had shrunk significantly. Not visually, but a reduction in the elemental energy it contains.

At first, the dragon soaring in the sky only roared, telling his people to come to support from afar, and he didn't care about the fireball at all. In the dragon's eyes, human magic is just a spectacle as long as it goes beyond a certain distance, like the fireworks they play with.

It's wrong.

The fireball still hasn't gone away, on the contrary, it's getting closer and faster. It was actually a two-stage acceleration.

"Roar—" The red dragon was furious.

Using the fireball technique in front of the red dragon, who uses flames as his housekeeping skill, is a provocation in itself. Not to mention, this little fireball looks like it could actually hit it.

"Whoa!" Without thinking, the red dragon directly sprayed a dragon breath over, trying to dissolve the fireball.

Strange things happened again, the small fireball actually turned in midair, drew a blinding arc, bypassed the large area of dragon breath, and then accelerated for the third time, and finally a fireball smashed into the dragon's lizard face.

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

But it's a slap in the face!

In a real sense, from all angles and connotations, it is an out-and-out slap in the face.

Red dragons are mostly bad-tempered lords.

Unable to wait for the arrival of reinforcements, the wings of this thousand-year-old red dragon fluttered, and suddenly descended from a high altitude.

It wants to teach these tiny humans who dare to challenge its majesty a terrifying lesson that will never be forgotten to death.

The dragon swooped down, and everyone's eyes were now on Marianne.

This powerful member of the Silver Moon Council immediately displayed the power of the Radiant Moon Archmage. Intricate patterns of arcane energy that were incomprehensible to outsiders spread out beneath her feet, and the lines of arcane energy condensed formed a magic array ten meters in diameter, as if it was a work of art in itself.

Every inch of the magic array flowed at high speed, constantly running at high speed. Then, just as the dragon swooped down less than fifty meters above the ground, countless magical tentacles like hooks and claws suddenly appeared, and the dragon was caught in an instant. (To be continued.) )