Chapter 432: Invasion

boom
The whole ground was shaken violently like a strong impact.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are convoluted, which makes the figures of Moline and Doroth blur, and the haze becomes unclear.
This is the powerful influence released by Dorothe.
In front of him, Dorothe ’s body has changed. His body has become extraordinarily strong and looming. There is a psychedelic atmosphere flashing in his pupils, making him look as if he is not real. Unreal.
This is a demonstration of Dorothe's blood power.
His bloodline power is very powerful, is the legendary fog giant.
In ancient mythology, manipulating fog and water splashes, powerful creatures that can reach the fourth level of true pinnacle after adulthood.
"Dorot, you really are coming to shoot me." A faint mist lingered, and Mo Lin's figure was looming in it, and he could not see clearly at all, but his voice came out clearly from it.
"Moline, Moline Olson, you asked for it this time, so don't blame me."
Dorothe's voice was cold, and his eyes were full of unspeakable sensibility.
In fact, Doroth shot against Moline this time. This is the reason why Moline seriously wounded the eye warlock of Bermuda, and more is the conflict between him and Moline in the world of Mozambique.
At first, he didn't get along well with Moline. If it was not forced to face the Tur people together, it is estimated that he and Moline had already played together.
Now let Dorot seize the opportunity, of course Dorothe will not miss it.
"Dead"
Dorot's eyes were red. After he roared wildly, his arms suddenly twisted and changed into two long thick pillars of mist, and he rushed in the direction of Morin.
Amidst the looming fog, Dorothe's two pillars of fog seemed to be two long dragons, heading towards Moline's crazy surge.
At this time, Morin's dull voice came in front.
"Dark erosion fireball."
The mist suddenly swayed, and countless fuchsia flames swirled up, like two meteors falling from the sky, turned into two fireballs, and the two pillars of mist collided fiercely together.
Immediately, the fireball and the foggy pillar fell into a stalemate.
"What" Doroth was startled.
Hadn't waited for him to do anything, but Mo Lin slowly opened his mouth at this time.
Bang
His mouth burst out of incredibly rich black and red flames, so that the two fireball forces in mid-air suddenly burst into flames, and with a sea of ​​fire behind, he rushed towards Doroth in front.
The two pillars of mist only supported the kung fu for a moment, and then quickly submerged like ice and snow.
"what"
Dorot struggled in the flames and made a stern cry.
"How could it be possible, Morin Olsen, I feel, I feel that my element control is much higher than you, why your strength is so much stronger than me, wrong, impossible what."
"You shouldn't be stronger than me"
Dorothy's horrified voice kept coming out.
"Fool"
Morin sneered.
Yes, yes, Doroth ’s elemental control is much higher than him, but, then, the strength of the wizard is not just about the degree of elemental control.
Not to mention that Morin himself is special as an ancient wizard, it is said that his immensely deep background and accumulation, as well as the increase in the witchcraft attacks of Minai Totem and the weakening of witchcraft, are enough to smooth out too much.
Dorot's elemental level is higher than him, but has not yet reached the third level.
"Okay, Dorothy, no matter what you want to say, no matter what you think, in short, everything is over now." Morin said, slowly reaching out.
The edge of his palms became blurred, and there was a black crack gleaming faintly. This is Morin's powerful witchcraft, and the big dimension is split.
He intended to use this witchcraft to kill Doroth.
But at this time, the flame on Dorothe suddenly and silently extinguished, and the injury on Dorothe's body also began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I thought Dorothy wanted to kill you, but he was very stable, but he didn't expect that he almost died." A figure slowly emerged from the void next to it, this is a middle-aged A woman, with a general appearance and ordinary clothes, looks like a peasant woman in the country.
But Mo Lin was covered in sweat and exploded, feeling a deep fear and horror beyond words.
True meaning
The ordinary middle-aged woman in front of her is a powerful fourth-level true warlock
Level 4 real intention appeared beside Dorothe, no, it should be said that she was always there, only at this time suddenly appeared, Morin thought so, and understood.
Although the fourth-level true warlock didn't do anything, at this time, Mo Lin felt a strong pressure that couldn't be said.
"Fourth-level true intention, fourth-level true intention warlock"
"If I come to face such a real intention, even if I show my true nature of snakes, display my lore Karthasian stranglehold, and use the Mein Totem desperately, there are only very small Be sure to escape if you are seriously injured. "
"This is still special for me. If it is an ordinary third-level second-level wizard, in the face of the fourth-level real intention, there is no way at all except for the death of the hand."
"Although I am in an absolutely weak position, I don't have no solution"
Morin thought this way, he looked at the back of his right hand, where there was the mark of the ancestor of witchcraft.
Although the mark appeared in his skin and appeared as if it had never appeared before, Morin would not think so.
"Morlin Olsen, right, you're good." The fourth-level true warlock looked at Morin, her mouth twitched, and she seemed to smile, as if it was just an illusion, and said, "But you, unfortunately, What a pity. "
"You seriously injured Dorot."
Said that the fourth-level true warlock looked at Morin.
Although it was just an ordinary look, Morin felt a great unspeakable fear at this moment, as if he would die next moment.
This is the instinct of the soul, the trembling at the end of his soul.
"Damn" Morin's heart was tight, and he wanted to extend his right hand, and use his right hand to resist the gaze of the fourth-level real intention.
But he didn't need it.
"Ai Lian, this is the king capital of the Principality of Lionheart Flames, but it is not where you shot." A figure suddenly flashed out, blocking Molin's depth.
This is an old man, wearing a white robe of the royal wizard group, with gold thread embroidered on the edge. The old man with glasses looks like a very gentle, knowledgeable and decent.
"Samen"
The fourth-level true warlock named Elaine suddenly became ugly.
"Ai Lian, you stop, why bother with the little guys of the third level." Salmon smiled slightly, with a faint smile on his face.
"Sammen, do you want to protect him?"
Eileen's complexion suddenly became cold.
"You can understand this." The look on Samen's face remained the same, but he was smiling.
Ai Lian did not speak, but the look on her face became abnormally ugly.
"Very good, Salmon, I remember." Ai Lian said coldly, she slammed her big sleeves and disappeared with Dorothe.
"Thank you, Lord Salmon."
Morin bowed slightly towards Salmon, expressing his gratitude.
"It's okay, it's just a hand." Salmon waved his hand gently. He looked at Moline and thought about it. "Yes, Moline, you think His Royal Highness is the second prince, Moline, you are leaving." Really, great, take care. "
"Your Majesty, let me tell you that the Principality of Lionheart Flames will always welcome you."
Sammen said such a sentence, as soon as his body moved, he was hidden in the void and disappeared.
Morin looked at the empty surroundings and frowned.
Apparently, Salmon shot because of Allen.
Not only that, the king and royal wizards also had some other feelings about Allen.
"Although it is protected, it is very good, but this is not my strength." Moline looked at the front, which was the direction of Trattle City, and Moline's eyes showed a trace of indescribable strangeness. The color, saying "fourth level, four levels of true meaning, I must become a fourth level of true meaning"
"Brother Momolin." Sophie lifted the curtain of the carriage and leaned out her small head, looking at Molin, shouting timidly.
"Sophie, okay Sophie."
Morin smiled, he stepped forward, rubbed Sophie's hair, and then squeezed Sophie's little face, said, "Okay, let's go, I will take you home."
Principality of Lionheart Flames.
South.
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Within the large camp, the grand prince closed his eyes and lay on the bed, unconscious.
Suddenly, his face was distorted, and his face could not help revealing the struggle.
"what"
The big prince suddenly made a loud cry.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around.
Everything is strange.
Strange layout, strange air, strange energy, strange world.
Olen stared at all this before him. He looked at his hand again, and there was an expression of incredible and surprise in his eyes.
"The Wizarding World of Wizards, Kleiya, is this what you call the Wizarding World" Oren muttered to himself, "We succeeded, Kleiya, I really came to the Wizarding World."
He stretched out his hand, and on the palm of Oren, a translucent crystal coffin emerged.
The crystal coffin looks as if it is unreal and as if it is real.
In the crystal coffin lies a beautiful girl, she is no one else, it is the girl in the world of purgatory, one of the three goddesses of Styx, Kleiya.
"Kleiya"
Olen quietly looked at the girl in the crystal coffin, a deep fascination and love flashed in her eyes.
"Kleiya, you can rest assured that when I adapt to the wizarding world, I will find a way to wake you up."
"I will definitely, I will."
"Kleiya."
Oren smiled, the look in his eyes was very firm.