Chapter 147: altar

Chapter 147: altar

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"Don't!" The eighth-order dwarf warrior roared, waving a long-handled warhammer and rushing up, the terrifying warhammer was full of terrifying momentum, and at this moment, it seemed to be about to smash everything.

Leo's eyes narrowed, and his face was a bit stern. The terrifying giant sword rose again. Although it was not as good as the sky, the crimson flame burst was more condensed, fierce and fierce, with a touch of sulphur. The smell is very pungent!

This is from the flame hidden in the depths of the blood. The terrifying power even made the dwarf lose his mind for a moment. At this moment, Leo slaughtered with all his strength, and the scarlet sword light struck, washing away countless dwarves who wanted to block.

"Hey, that little guy," the phantom of Ragnaros in mid-air, when he finally faced Uncle Vent's successive shots, he still vaguely separated his thoughts, and his expression changed.

These ordinary so-called ninth-order powerhouses are really too small in his eyes. He doesn't even bother to pay attention to what a group of ants will do. The only big ants who have such a slight threat to his power projection, He is also suppressing the opponent with the advantage of the realm.

However, Leo's full-strength shot just now, the strength displayed at that moment, originated from the amazing power in the depths of the blood, and even Ragnaros was keenly aware of the power that flashed out of it. can.

So vast and majestic, so terrifying, the smell of blood and fire permeates it, and the blood of the sulphur version is accompanied by amazing blood energy, rippling here.

That trace of power, although extremely weak, its essence is to make Ragnaros and other terrifying existences change color, "What kind of power is this, strange, wrong!"

The next moment, the astonishing flames dissipated in an instant. Just when Ragnaros was still struggling with why this strange and terrifying power appeared on an ant, suddenly, the blazing flames from the high ground came out. The shadow was suddenly weakened a lot, as if something was dissipating.

"That little guy, attacked my source of power supply? These wastes, just a few people, can't hold it!" Ragnaros's expression changed, even if he had paid attention to this terrifying pure power before. to Leo.

But in his capacity, he paid more attention to why such an ant contained such a terrifying power, and did not expect that these people were heading towards the altar dedicated to him.

He instinctively thought that his altar must be guarded by countless dwarves desperately guarding him. No matter what, he could not lose. Naturally, he would not pay attention to these details. Arrows threatened his elf, and he didn't care.

Just some ants.

Whether it is a dwarf or a soldier of the marquis, there is no difference in his eyes, especially now that he has manifested, and with this terrifying power, he continues to attack and kill each other. Under such a situation, the dwarves even altar Can't hold it?

"Damn!" Ragnaros shouted angrily, and Ramt's expression changed dramatically. He had tried his best to avoid the Noldor who locked him, and he had to run as hard as he could to strengthen the protection of the heights where the altar was located.

But hurry up and hurry up, he didn't expect the enemy's elite to be so terrifying, and he rushed into the high ground like a broken bamboo, so fast, he didn't have time to react!

boom…

With the flaming giant sword smashing the altar, the fiery red glass-like crystals burst open, and it seemed that something was disappearing.

"Damn ants, I will remember you, waste dwarves, as waste as your ancestors..." Ragnaros roared, he would not cause any substantial damage due to the dissipation of a trace of power projection, but so , but it made him lose face!

What's more, he was just curious about Leo's bloodline, and even he had an indescribable intuition, which seemed to be of great use to him.

However, when he was about to explore, he was cut off from further research. Naturally, he was very shocked.

The flames in the sky disappeared suddenly, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and green arrows pierced through the sky, killing the little remaining power of Ragnaros. The amazing warhammer was constantly waving in the air. The power is scattered everywhere!

But everyone can see that this Ragnaros, without this projection of power from the source of power, cannot have any chance in the face of the terrifying arrows that keep coming.

"What should I do?" Some dwarf patriarchs trembled. They didn't expect that Ragnaros's power projection, their fearful and apprehensive trump card, was actually broken by the opponent.

Especially the Noldor elf, who was obviously much more tyrannical than before, such a terrifying long arrow, piercing the sky, and even the projection of power that could shake Ragnaros, such an amazing powerhouse, turned out to be enemy!

"We lost, there is no hope," some dwarves turned pale. They didn't expect such a result. They couldn't imagine that after Ragnaros' projection disappeared, the terrifying Noldor strong Free your hands, what terrible killings will they face!

"Or, surrender?" A dwarf patriarch said.

"Surrender, will Ramt agree? He has gone to the altar now," a dwarf patriarch said nervously, hesitant and tangled, and even moved out of Ramt. In all fairness, he didn't want to surrender.

But he also knew how weak his right to speak was. Seeing that the dwarf patriarchs in this tent seemed to have surrendered, how could he be reconciled, only to be able to move out the alliance leader Ramt at this time.

But he overlooked one thing. The position of the leader of the alliance of Ramt was only settled by virtue of his strong strength and fierce style. Now the situation has completely collapsed, and the opponent's strength is far superior to his own.

How much more deterrence does Ramt give to everyone?

"What is Ramt? What if he doesn't want to surrender? Can he stop the terrifying Noldor? That's someone who can compete with Ragnaros' power projection!" A dwarf patriarch said disdainfully.

"That is, the strength of the Lion Kingdom is terrifying. Marquis Leo was able to destroy the Principality of Isha in such a short period of time. Of course, we are not his opponents," also said the dwarf patriarch, "Surrender is the most correct. path of."

"Could it be that we dwarves are going to succumb to those humans?" Some dwarves said angrily, looking at their former friends.

"If you don't want to surrender, you can continue to fight. I must be responsible for the life of our tribe," the former friend replied coldly.

"Yes, you don't want to surrender, you can continue to stick here, we won't force you, but Caral, don't force us to stick with you, otherwise, hum..." A dwarf patriarch is also welcome said.

"Yes, yes, everyone has the right to choose, don't force others to die with you!" There was also a dwarf patriarch who said with strong disgust.

"You!" Caral was naturally very angry. Although these people said that they would not force him, how could a few dwarf warriors with his tribe compete with those terrifying lion soldiers?

No need for that terrifying powerhouse to take action, just ordinary lion soldiers, enough to sway their Yier tribe to the ground.

"Okay, don't say more, if you want to surrender, stand on my left, and if you want to continue to hold on, stand where you are, everyone is from the same clan, and after countless hardships came to Pande Continent, in this strange place On the mainland, killing each other among the same clan is the most cruel.

Everyone has the right to choose the path forward, don't be too entangled," a respected dwarf patriarch stood up, walked to the front, raised his left hand, and said slowly.

In an instant, on his left side, the vast majority of the dwarf patriarchs had gathered, and some dwarf patriarchs hesitantly and somewhat reluctantly moved forward slowly, and there were also dwarf patriarchs, who were beaming with joy and reluctance. He stood there hesitantly.

In the end, Caral looked at the only one left standing on the spot, his face became more and more tangled, and he was alone.

"Kalar, don't you have the heart to see your Iir tribe wiped out and nothing left?" A dwarf patriarch said after all, looking at his past friendship.

Caral became more and more entangled, and finally, after a while, with a bit of misery, he walked to the place where everyone was. His eyes seemed to have lost their luster, with a little ruddy.

The dust settled, and with the call of the dwarf patriarch, everyone also made up their minds. Perhaps without the dwarf patriarch, everyone would be arguing, and it would be difficult to really decide to surrender, and that Caral had an even more bitter face, very It's a desolate feeling, and it seems that I can't lift my head.

Many dwarf patriarchs did not have the idea of ​​ridicule, because their hearts were as tragic and solemn as Caral. Their ancestors, for freedom, escaped from the clutches of Ragnaros and traveled across the ocean to Pendor.

But in these hundreds of years of Pande reproduction, now they have to choose to surrender again, or surrender to the human beings that they looked down on in the past, everyone's heart is extremely uncomfortable.

"Look," the officers with the marquis had a little joy on their faces. Because of Ragnaros's reason, they withdrew from the battlefield by a large distance, but some higher-ranking officers finally saw that The white flag slowly raised.

"These dwarves have surrendered!" someone shouted excitedly.

"Ready to fight, ready to respond to Lord Marquis at any time!" Another officer shouted, reorganizing his team. At this moment, when the white flag was raised, the soldiers in the fierce fighting situation seemed to have regained their fighting spirit. .

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"Damn intruder," Ramt finally rushed to the altar high, out of breath, it was ridiculous, the altar high was not far from the coalition camp, but because of Freya's blocking, he came to When the altar is high, it is far behind these enemy troops rushing up from the bottom of the mountain.

When he saw the great elders who had been hacked to death or were seriously injured, the broken altar, and the slowly dissipating fire, Ramt's heart was completely cold, but his heart was cold, and he looked at Leo. eyes, more and more hatred.

He naturally recognized Leo, and the previous flying axe was blocked by the opponent, letting him know that this young marquis is not only strong, but also has a very strong personal force, but he can't care so much now.

The warhammer roared, Ramt jumped up, twisted his shoulders, and the warhammer smashed down with a terrifying might!

The fierce wind at this moment is even a bit harsh. The dwarves have no grudge, but they have cultivated terrifying physical combat power, especially Ramt's bloodline is not bad, and it is a heavy hammer like a wind and thunder, and it is heavy!

Leo looked at the heavy hammer coming from the air, and his expression became slightly solemn.

thump…

A dull voice sounded here, and the fiery inferno epee changed again at the moment of the blow.

"You!" Ramt's color changed instantly. The previous two weapons clashed, and he was a little unacceptable. The power that the opponent burst out at this moment seemed to be endless, and it collapsed in an instant!

Even if the opponent has a fighting spirit blessing, this is too terrifying, and at the moment of this fight, he has already gained the upper hand.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the opponent's move was too fast. The sword just fell, and the battle was not exhausted, but the opponent stabbed again, and the blazing fire on it directly Burned his arm!

boom…

There was another roar, and Ramt roared for a while. Even if he was struggling with muscle damage, he forcibly greeted him. The next blow, or the opponent's sword would forcefully slash half of his body.

But even if he caught it, the terrifying giant force directly overwhelmed him to the ground, accompanied by terrifying flames, which made him panic for a while.

Another sword, Ramt was already on the ground with the warhammer, and he forcibly blocked it with the long handle of the warhammer. A mouthful of blood spurted out. The muscles of his right arm were almost burned, and white bones appeared on it with silky tendons. The severe pain even made his face almost hideous!

"Ramt, surrender," Leo suppressed the great sword, the flames subsided slightly, and said slowly, "You are a rare genius of the dwarf tribe, and you are a top casting master. If you surrender, I will give you the ultimate gift. good treatment."

If Ramt was just an ordinary dwarf genius, Leo would naturally be too lazy to pay attention to it, but Ramt was different. He was not only a genius of the dwarf tribe, but also a top ninth-order casting master!

Great casting division, what a rare profession, this alliance leader of the coalition forces, can be said to be amazing, even Leo is a little bit talented.

"Hmph, you are delusional, I am the leader of the dwarf tribe's coalition, how could I surrender!" Ramt snorted coldly, enduring severe pain in his right arm, and said slowly.