Chapter 555: The Weakness of the Warlock

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More than two thousand meters away, the scattered elements of thunder gradually aggregated. Rehog pressed his chest tightly with his right hand, but he couldn't help it, and the hot blood vomited out. He knelt in the air, breathing in the cold air around him, hoping to calm down his irritated body as soon as possible. At this moment, the thunder elements were still jumping uncomfortably and colliding with each other.
"Damn...Damn guy, dare to let Lao Tzu be fooled! Use teleportation to deliberately reveal defensive flaws, the purpose is to fight his own injury, but also to die with Lao Tzu?" Sonic light dragon cannon, his face is still pale and pale: "This guy's dragon... this guy's dragon is terrible! If that trick was really eaten just now... it will die!" Immersed: "There are many dragon guards in the organization, but there is such power..."
Rehoge stood up slowly, but I don’t know if it was because of the injury that was too heavy or not. I saw that his body was still trembling, and his legs seemed to be soft. He stood up and then stood up straight, maybe just now Instantly let him feel the death coming. He gasped for a moment and calmed his fears: "Is this the end of the matter, do you really want to use the power of the thunderstorm?" He thought for a while and denied it: "No, the use of the power of the thunderstorm is too expensive and there is no absolute certainty. Let him separate from the dragon, and I will lose. This guy, the tactics against me are very successful!"
"Compared to the magician, if the magician does not have an elemental body, it can be said to be the most vulnerable. However, don't look at the young boy Bingzhixie, it seems that he really knows the weakness of the devil." Rehoge looked He murmured in the direction of the emperor dragon: "In terms of magic power, the devil is inferior to the magician, and in strength, the devil is inferior to the demon. However, the two weaknesses of the devil are firmly held by this kid Hold it. Because the single elemental body leads to the inability to master and be irresistible to the magic of other elements; most importantly, every magic attack of the devil is to attack with his own body. Every time I attack , Which was launched by hurting himself, but he continued to face my weakness with magical elements to face the confrontation. No wonder Courant Stone would be defeated by such a little kid, although you can watch it in the previous battle. The power of his magic is not yet mature, but in terms of combat experience, this guy is unparalleled. However, how can a child like him get so much experience in the battle of life and death?"
Rehoge doesn't know how Bingzhixie grew up from small to large. If he sees the scars left by the battle of life and death, maybe he is more difficult to understand how a child can leave so many scars on his body?
Others don't know, Bing Zhixie knows himself clearly. His master, the ice demon who taught him such strength, is a life-and-death battle in every teaching.
‘I will not teach you anything else, I will only teach you to survive. This is what Bing Zhixie heard from Master when he was eight years old.
"Cough cough cough..." Bing Zhixie patted his heart and coughed out some blood, he looked up at the empty wilderness in the distance: "Is he dead? No, no, with the strength of this guy, It won’t die so easily. I can feel that the previous battle is not his real strength, even his guardian, the Thunder Titan, has not yet appeared."
Emperor Dragon's throat groaned in a low voice. It twisted his neck slowly, but his bright yellow eyes kept staring in one direction.
"Sure enough, is still alive. Is there over there?" Bing Zhixie certainly knew that Emperor Dragon's'Dragon Emperor Power' had the ability to target, even if the other party ran further, and ran to a place that the naked eye could not see, it could Know where the other party is.
Rehog looked motionlessly at the direction of Emperor Dragon. He could feel the oppression brought by ‘Dragon Emperor’s Power.’ He knew that he had never been able to monitor the other party.
The wind blew through, and the space and time in the Dragon Emperor's Power did not stand still. Emperor Dragon didn't use the power of'Dragon Emperor's Power' to the full, as long as it locked a target.
Rehogg twisted a snowflake in the air: "But why? Why can he withstand my constant attacks? Even if the current environment is good for him, it is not good enough for him. The last battle, he was in the field. It was so miserable with support, but now... is it because of that Phoenix leather armor? No, I understand the capabilities of Phoenix leather armor, even if it is an armor made by a top alchemist, it is impossible. To achieve the current effect. There must be other problems with him."
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"What was that just now? Was it the voice of the dragon?"
"It's terrible, terrible..." Because it was too far, the soldiers in this area were not hurt, but even so, they were terrified by the roar just now.
"Hurry up, leave here quickly, so far away, there are still lives in danger. Stay here again and you will die!"
"However, our mission here has not been completed yet."
"Mission? What mission is more important than one's life?" the soldier yelled, hurriedly summoning his guardian mount and flew away to sleep.
"Stop, stop!" A general with a crown of red cherry above his head shouted twice, then pulled out his sword and threw it out, and passed the deserter directly: "Who else wants to leave?"
Some soldiers who wanted to escape saw their heads down in silence.
The general stepped on a stone and glanced at the soldiers below: "Do you think you are an ordinary local army? Look at the badge on your chest. You need to know that you are the elite of the country and the brave air cavalry. "
The soldiers of the Air Horse Regiment saw their emblems on their chests and raised their chests to show a little pride, but the fear on their faces was still there.
"But deputy commander, we can't stay here and wait to die. Such a battle... such a battle is not something we can participate in."
Seeing the direction of the thunder and thunder before, he swallowed nervously. Of course he knew that if it was affected by that kind of battle, he would have ten lives to die: "Okay, all of them, at ten o'clock, five kilometers go ahead!"
Hearing that the deputy commander could allow them to hide farther, they flew out like legs and ran away.
The general jumped to the end of the tree twice and looked at the sky: "At this time, the follow-up troops should be coming soon? But what use is it even if those troops come?"
At this time, a soldier hurriedly ran over and shouted: "Vice leader, deputy leader!"
"What's the matter?" the general asked, jumping from the tree.
"Look for... find Hurington."
"Hurrington?" The general looked at the soldier: "Who is he?"
The soldier said: "That's... the one last night..."
"Oh, I remembered it." The general said: "Where are the others, bring him over."
Soon after, Hurrington carrying Angelo came to the deputy head.
"Huh?" The general saw that something was wrong with Hurlington, and he stepped forward to help him: "Hey, what's wrong with you? His face... why is it so ugly?"
The skin on Hurrington's face was as pale as a dead man. He carefully placed Ang on the ground and pressed the wound on his shoulder. "I don't know, it's so sad, it should be cursed."
"Are you okay like this?" The general waved: "Medical soldiers, get medicine soon."
Hurrington was busy waving: "No, no, I just picked up some medicine bottles on the road and used them. Those healing medicines not only did not cure my injuries, but made me more painful. It should be the effect of that weird magic. "
The general didn't quite understand what was going on, only to follow him. He turned his head to see the old man on the ground and asked: "Why did you even bring someone, who is this old guy?"
"Anglo."
"Angel! Angel from the Geological Kamchatka team?" the general called out in surprise. He carefully looked at the faint dying old man: "How could he become like this? What is going on?" "
Hurrington recounted the previous situation, and the general was horrified: "A curse of aging?"
"Well." Hurrington nodded. "In short, the ancient magician will have a lot of strange and terrible magic. Other people... everyone else is dead, Chloe, Beard, and your air rider. The heads of the four regiments are dead."
The general was taken aback, shouting at Hullington's mouth and shouting, "You said our leader is dead!"
Hurrington was so uncomfortable that he nodded weakly.
The general was stunned for a long time before slowly letting go of his clothes: "None of which now, let's go with us. The war between your friends and that guy may be here at any time. Let's go further."
"Well." Hurrington stood up for a long time before standing up. He just picked up Anglo and suddenly a soldier ran over in panic.
"What's the matter?" the general asked without asking the soldiers.
The soldier pointed in one direction: "There are some... there are monsters! A big monster!"
"What? Monster?"
"Yes, a big red monster!" the soldier yelled in panic.
Hurrington was startled: "After such a big circle, he still didn't throw it away, he still chased it."
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