The corpse, which had been completely cut in half, in a strange posture, as if it was a broken doll part, twisted and spun several times in mid-air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, the fracture should have been splashed with blood, and the worst should have been bloodshot, and now only a white mang was seen. Updates are fast and ad-free.

The extremely cold Frost Elemental sealed the entire incision.

This scene made everyone's mouths open wide.

The hoof's expression froze for three seconds before he said, "Mark, I didn't know you were so strong......"

It wasn't until now that everyone reminisced, and it was just the alliance's envoy Mark Dooku who suddenly appeared and directly shot the female demon for seconds.

Duke glanced at the battle situation next to him, Marrad and the Dreadlord continued to consume each other, and if he didn't intervene, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between victory and defeat in a short period of time, so he didn't care.

Turning his head, Duke looked at the still slightly cloudy hooves: "Are you alright?"

"You...... You didn't let me die?" the hoof ghost asked in a desperate manner, almost rolling Duke's eyes in anger.

I saved you, and you still ask me this.

No, now the hoof has an IQ of 5, and it is completely impossible to talk to her.

It took a while for the hoof to come to its senses.

"Ahh "Hoof seems to have a bit of a higher IQ at this moment, well, yes, about 50 points. Although it is still a little far from the average level of normal human beings, it is at least a little reliable.

Duke didn't even look over there: "Iriel, tell you a little common sense. When the overall situation has been decided, leaving the battlefield to the real heroes to fight alone, that is the glory of manhood!"

"Oh. The hoof nodded as if he didn't understand.

Over there, the Dreadlord Lotherus was actually scared to pee.

Others don't know what the extent of Duke's hand is, but Lotherus, whose strength is barely equal to that of a beginner-level Void Lord, still has this eyesight - it is at least a powerhouse at the level of Dawn, and it is not an ordinary Dawn, it is a supreme powerhouse that is infinitely close to the realm of demigods.

How did the little human beings produce so many strong people?

Lotherus had no time to care. All he knew was that many of his compatriots had hung up on Azeroth, and that even their souls had not been able to return. Now the grave grows three feet high, and the power is given away.

Demons have never been loyal, and the only thing that can make them obey is power. No demon looked up to Illidan, but Illidan, a lackey who had joined the Legion, seemed to be in good shape, and they reluctantly served him.

Being sent to this sentry that doesn't, Lotherus is already very unhappy, but his strength is not good, so naturally he can't play enclosure in the Dark Temple and use a certain layer as his territory.

Now he already wants to run.

It's just that......

He was shocked to find that the space around him was actually blocked!?

How strong is this enigmatic mage!?

Over there, Duke naturally didn't have time to pay attention to a little Dreadlord. It's just that since he saw it, if he still let the other party escape, then he would be too faceless. Anyway, the suppression at the level can allow him to calmly adjust the elements of the magic net, and use more intense elements to drive away the arcane elements around him, making spatial teleportation impossible.

Of course, this is clearly bullying opponents who are inferior to themselves.

Duke didn't care, looking at the hooves in a 'big break' state.

Rarely, the hoof actually blushed: "Don't ...... Don't look! I ...... Isn't it embarrassing now?"

It's good that Iriel didn't remind him, and as soon as he said it, Duke looked carefully, and the current hooves really had a kind of beautiful smell.

The brave girl wields a war hammer at the evil Queen of Pain with holy light, but is ruthlessly taught to be a man by the other party's whip, and almost embarks on the road of no return.

This broken armor!

It's like a rag that has been ravaged repeatedly!

Well! Duke shamefully ...... became an honest and reliable little Langjun.

He took off his cloak and draped it over his hooves, and did a cheating by the way. Strictly speaking, he didn't make a move, but his deity's gaze crossed the endless space and fell on the Lotherus, who had temporarily turned into the Demon King of Sorrow.

You must know that since there is the highest-level magic net around you, then this land is equivalent to being in Duke's realm.

A super-powerful demigod stares at a tiny Dreadlord in a feeling akin to a cruel spider staring at a prey that has fallen into a spider's web.

As prey, all that remains is fear.

How ridiculous it is that the Dreadlord is supposed to spread fear, but now he is overwhelmed by fear.

But this happened very really.

Lotherus, who had been attacking continuously and seemed to have the upper hand, soon made a fatal mistake - he attacked too hard and stumbled off balance.

How sophisticated was Mallad, who had honed his skills in countless battles over the years? He could see at a glance that the enemy was really making a mistake, not luring him.

Marrad immediately showed Irel the right way to use it: while it was possible to launch a stormy onslaught for a short time, these additional attacks could be parried. In order to increase the damage taken by the enemy, smash the Holy Light directly into the enemy's head to stun them before activating it, which is the standard way to maximize damage.

The explosive muscles bulged to the limit, and the burly body in heavy armor made an unbelievable thief-like fast attack.

In half an instant, the Dreaddemon King, who was as tall as a floor, was smashed into the city meat sauce by the Holy Light Warhammer, and the entire upper body with flesh and armor was smashed into an unknown mixture.

The battle is over!

"Oooh! We're victorious!"

"Praise the Light!"

"Hahahaha!"

Everywhere there were cheering voices.

The hooves covered the cloak hard, for fear of going away, I didn't feel it when I was fighting bloodiest, but now a gust of wind is blowing, and the butt part is in pain, obviously, the queen of pain who didn't have a good heart just now pumped a lot of bad places.

After victory, there is no need to bother Duke for such a trivial matter as cleaning the battlefield.

Back at the Brute Hammer Fortress under construction, Duke thought it was nothing to do, but who knew that after nightfall, the hooves actually crept to visit.

"What's the matter at such a late hour?"

The hooves are heeling: "I...... I had some injuries during the day, but I and the priest in the fortress said it wouldn't heal. They say it's only a warlock who can do it. But there are no warlocks in the stronghold. Prince Copperbeard told me to come to you. ”

"Uh, what injury? so troublesome?" Duke wondered.

In general, the Light is the nemesis of the Shadow Force. Even if it is not good, it can be forcibly exchanged, and it can be canceled out with a higher quality or a larger amount of holy light.

There are no heroic priests in the fortress, but there are still a few high-level priests, and they can't handle it?