Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Aristophane, something is wrong." Alleria came to the wizard wizard who was casting the spell.

"What's wrong, Alleria?"

"The troll priest seems to be borrowing our hands to clean him up. The trolls in the front are inspired by bloodthirsty art, so they are not afraid of death; but those behind are completely controlled. Look at their eyes! "

Aristophane looked in the direction of Alleria's fingers and found that those trolls had their pupils glowing with purple light, which was completely different from the first batch of trolls.

"The priest..." He looked around and found Gamalan who was hiding behind O'Gall. "He is offering sacrifices!"

Before the words were over, the arrow in Alleria's hand was already carrying the arcane light towards the troll priest, but O'Gall raised the shield in his hand to block the ranger's attack.

Aristophan waved the short staff in his hand, and the blue lightning crossed the air and hit O'Gall. He roared and raised his trembling arms to block the elf wizard's back beard spell.

On the other side, the curse in Gamalan's mouth became louder and louder, and the blood on the ground began to pour into the bones in the candle.

"Ubudala, give me the keel we removed before!"

After hearing this, the priestess quickly took off the light green space bag around her waist and handed it to her. Gamalan put her hand in, and then took out several white dragon heads and wyrmling corpses and placed them around the candle. At the same time a lot of dragon blood was spilled on the bones by him.

"Great blood **** Hakkar, I am your loyal Hatalai troll priest Jamalan. I pray that you will cast down your boundless anger and destroy the enemy in front of you!"

With the end of the high priest's spell, there was a sudden gust of wind in the passage, and the fiery red flames on the surrounding brazier instantly turned deep purple. The blood of the trolls on the ground kept pouring into the middle, and the heads of the dragons and the corpses of the whelps quickly Weathered, the green light entangled on the bones covered in dragon blood.

Melin Sera looked at the troll priest angrily. She kept chanting curses. White falling stars fell from the sky. The trolls screamed and lay on the ground after being hit, but O'Gall put the voodoo shield on herself and On top of Gamalan's head, the starlight with a white tail flame hit it with an explosion, but it still failed to break through the protection of voodoo.

In the end, the blood of the troll passed through the candle array, gradually connected and mixed with the dragon blood and white bones, and formed a purple-red ball floating in the air.

The five Aristophanes got out of contact with the troll and retreated to one side. The surviving Atalai troll also slowly retreated under the order of Ubudala. They all stared carefully at the huge blood cell in the middle.

Suddenly the ball began to rise and shrink, like breathing, and everyone felt a terrible breath coming like a tide.

"Ha, invaders, your time to die is coming, surrender, otherwise our great **** Hakkar will swallow you!" Gamalan held a staff with a smile and pointed at the elven team in front of him.

Aristophane tried to use spells to attack the blood cell. The lavender circle appeared in front of him. The crimson "disintegration ray" spewed out and hit it directly, but the blood cell just trembled, beyond the wizard's expectation. , A red circle appeared on the surface to block the rays.

"This..."

"Aristophanes, what should we do?" Melin Sera was a little nervous, but she had heard of the name of the blood **** Hakkar? Knowing that if the troll in front of her succeeds, then the entire Azeroth continent will fall into terrible blood In the nightmare.

"This doesn't feel right..." The wizard mage felt the strength of the counter-shock on the surface of the blood ball. "If it were to follow the recorded intensity? Then this temple should have long been unable to withstand the collapse of the summoning power!"

Gamalan also felt something was wrong? She closed her eyes and communicated with the **** in her heart with all her strength, and humblely asked about Hakkar's situation.

"No...enough? Blood, can...amount? Not enough..." A few words came into Jamalan's mind? It surprised her? "Great Hakkar? Isn't this all right?"

"No... the location is wrong, Zul..."

At this moment? Aristophane increased the output intensity of the secret energy? At the same time, under his control, the red rays began to scatter and deform outside the magic circle, and at the same time attacked the nodes of the red magic circle, quickly defeating them. The stout ray directly hit the blood cell.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the huge red blood ball? After a gust of wind, the red blood slices began to fall, and a huge white bone monster appeared in front of everyone.

"what is this?"

"Is this the **** we worship?"

Both sides issued their own questions at the same time, but Jamalan has already learned through the chat with Hakkar that there is no entity that can summon Hakkar here, only the incarnation, but the current situation does not allow him to hesitate anymore. Up.

"Ogaar, you lead these trolls to attack. Those are the bones of Hakkar. We must not let them blaspheme the body of the gods!"

"For Hakkar!" The huge troll warrior raised the dimmed shield in his hand and rushed out while shouting. Jamalan led Ubud Dala back quietly, blocking the line of sight between them.

"High priest, what shall we do?"

"Let’s go quietly, Ubudala," Gamalan whispered, "The blood **** just gave me a revelation, because the enchantment of the green dragon cannot summon the entities of the gods here. We must go to Zul in the south. Grub or Zul Farak, there are more detailed research results and magic."

Then Gamalan glanced at the elves who were fighting with the incarnation of Hakkar and the Atalai troll: "I won't let you go so easily next time!"

On the other side, Aristophanes and others were caught in the entanglement between the troll and the avatar of Hakkar. The elf mage alone attracted the attention of the avatar of Hakkar. He flew into the air, waving the staff in his hand, white. The storm mingled with cones of ice hitting Hakkar's avatar, and bone scum kept falling. Hakkar's incarnation screamed up to the sky, flapping its wings, and red lines gradually appeared on its surface. Aristophane felt a strange energy trying to penetrate his frosty armor.

On the ground, Madoran, the dwarf prince, stood at the forefront. At this time, he had turned on the "God to Earth" mode. One person attracted the attention of all the trolls. Hawksbill had dropped his longbow and stood in front of the dwarf. On his side, he kept waving his two-handed swords filled with holy light to block the troll’s attack and took the opportunity to counterattack. Every time Alleria pulled the bowstring, an arrow in the eye socket of the troll, followed by arcane magic attached to the arrow The energy exploded, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Melin Sera fully mobilized the natural force in his body. Green vines kept popping up on the ground to block the progress of the troll. There were also stars with white tail flames falling in the sky, and white star flames stuck. On the surface of the troll, some halls to the south were illuminated.

The battle between the elf mage and the avatar of Hakkar in the sky is leaning to one side~www.ltnovel.com~ Haka keeps waving his bone wings, red blood arrows and weird curses keep attacking the elf mage, and it is still there. It kept absorbing the blood of the ground death troll, and the red blood flowed up into the sky and wrapped around its long tail, but these were of no use. The wizard mage seemed to have seen its weakness, the blue lightning and The red flame quickly framed the avatar of Hakkar under his control.

The high temperature gradually restricted Hakkar’s actions, and the blue electric current under Aristophan’s control would always burst out of the place where the fleshless monster could not notice, hitting its joints and patterns. What makes it even more frightening is that the mortal in front of him seems to have analyzed its casting rhythm. Whenever he opens his mouth, the quiet flames surrounding it will violently jump up, which will then cause fluctuations in the surrounding energy, which will be interrupted instantly. Its spells.

Aristophan didn’t care what the bone dragon was thinking. He didn’t relax. Taking advantage of the opportunity to counter-cast the spell again, several clones appeared behind him and quickly flashed around Hakkar’s avatar, purple. The chains flew out instantly, tying the bone frame tightly.

"Oh!" The huge bone dragon hit the ground heavily, and the surviving Atalai trolls finally felt their fear and began to throw down their weapons and turn to escape.

"High priest, what should we do?" Ubudala turned and looked behind him, but the purple light had gradually enveloped Jamalan.

"Ubudala, I leave it to you here. I will definitely fulfill Atal'ai's wish and summon the blood **** to Azeroth!" Jiamaran disappeared in place after speaking, leaving only Ubud Dala, who did not react, stood in a daze, and then an arrow with a purple light penetrated her head. After an explosion, she was left with a headless corpse like other dead trolls. .