Chapter 340: The king who masters fel (part 2)

The wizard wizard did not hesitate to wave his wand, and the blue light jumped between the guards. The guards that were hit fell down with a swing. Even if they activated their armor, they were still easily taken by the wizard wizard. control.
"Profanity? Is it my blasphemy or someone else's blasphemy? Keep your eyes open for me!"
The split lightning bolts gathered together again under his control and formed into a shape. A weird four-winged creature appeared in front of everyone, and then slammed straight towards Sattar.
"Bold!"
The archbishop yelled, and the golden light from the stick in his hand rushed toward the thunderbird in the air. Sattar, who was slightly illuminated by the holy light by his side, looked ugly and quietly moved away from the archbishop.
"Boom!" The holy light collided with the lightning, and the dazzling blue and golden light broke out in an instant. The stained glass on the top of the church was all shattered, and the nobles present also covered their eyes.
"Uhhh!" Suddenly Sattar's cries reached everyone's ears. Some nobles held back tears and opened their eyes, but were immediately shocked by the sight in front of them.
The archbishop opened his mouth and stared blankly at Sattar Wrynn, who was burned by the holy light in the hall.
"Who are you?" Before the words came, Sattar stretched out his right hand and pierced the archbishop's chest with a green light. A beating heart still stopped on his hand with blood.
"That's why I hate the Holy Light the most!" Sattar said as he crushed the archbishop's heart, and at the same time flung his corpse into the air with a slight swing, then turned to look at the elf mage and shivering but still holding on. Milani, "There is also you hateful mage, but it’s okay. I can kill everyone in this room and claim that you, an elf, broke the king’s enthronement ceremony. Anyway, those civilians can’t distinguish between arcane arts and The difference between fels..."
Sattar said as he walked forward, his reminder gradually increased, and the chancellor collapsed in front of him, and then the king noticed him, stretched out his deformed hand, strangled the chancellor’s neck and lifted it. stand up.
"Your... Your Majesty, forgive... Ming... Ah!"
Sattar tilted his head and looked at the fat man in front of him: "Spare? Why should I spare your life? Why is Stormwind so withered in the last ten years, don't you know?"
"No... yes..."
"Don't worry, I have found out all the corrupt nobles. Except for the city guards controlled by Claude Lothar, there is no clean minister in the noble council. It's ironic. It's no wonder that the population of Stormwind is constantly outflowing." Sattar gradually used his hands, and the green flames on his body rose more and more. With a "crack", the chancellor's neck was broken by him.
"Aristophane, is this the same as before?" Alleria reminded in a low voice what he thought of.
The elven mage looked at Sattar, who was gradually demonizing in front of him, nodded and shook his head: "Yes, but his strength is far worse than that of the former congressman. It is pitiful to be forced to this position by the noble council."
"Poor? No, no, no," Sattar sneered, "If it weren't for their persecution, how could I have met that lord and gained this unmatched power at the same time!"
Looking at Sattar, the elf mage was too lazy to talk to him. He stretched out his left arm and drew a semicircle. The surrounding space was twisted and fluctuated. The floor, walls, and spires of the hall began to flip and twist. Everyone felt a trance. , The floor under his feet kept turning like gears, gathering the elves, guards, and nobles together, while Aristophane stood opposite Sattar.
"What is this place?"
"My dimensional space," the wizard mage said, "so that I can let go of my hands and feet and teach you a lesson on behalf of your grandpa."
"Hahaha, teach me a lesson?" Sattar laughed wildly, "You don't know how great the existence that gives me this power is?"
As he spoke, he took out a head from the space pocket around his waist, and the green circle with three runes spinning on it. In Aristophanes’ eyes, this head was similar to what he had seen before. The sickle that harvested life from Deadwind Path is an item of the same level.
"Where did you get it?" Aristophane's face instantly became serious.
"Don't think about it, wizard wizard, I killed everyone who knew this head," Sattar's eyes flashed green, and at the same time a huge amount of fel energy poured out of his head, two portals beside him Open it, and a lot of little ghosts poured out.
"The fel portal can actually ignore the defense of the dimensional space and contact the outside world. Is it the effect of the fel itself or the effect of the skull in his hand?" The wizard mage suddenly became a little curious, but he knew it was not the time yet.
The little ghosts were scattered around Sattar, whispering something, but the movements of their hands were not slow at all. A large amount of evil energy gathered in their hands, and then formed chaotic arrows and shot them out.
Aristophan pulled out the one-handed sword on his waist, and three arcane energy bodies appeared in front of him. A purple energy shield appeared instantly, and Chaos Arrow hit it, causing layers of ripples.
Seeing that the little ghost was not working, Sattar activated the head in his hand again, a larger green portal appeared in front of the wizard wizard, a group of red four-legged hellhounds came out, followed by the demon guards and Fear guards, but before they set up their formation, the wizard mage waved his right hand. The blue sky was torn like a curtain. The huge meteorites smashed crazily. The demons wanted to avoid them, but the meteorites seemed to lock them straight. Falling on their heads~EbookFREE.me~ boom boom boom! "Whether it's an imp, hellhound, or those tall demons, they were all smashed into flesh without a word, and the three portals were also smashed.
"You..." Sattar stared blankly at the ground that was quickly devouring the flesh and blood of the devil, and raised his head to look at the wizard mage.
"Don't you want to watch the big scene? How about this, your Majesty Sattar Wrynn?"
Sattar was furious, holding his head with both hands and chanting eulogy in his mouth. Green evil energy kept pouring out of his head, gradually surrounding him, and forming a tall dark green figure.
Seeing the shadow of the Eredar, whose chin is covered with tentacles and whose feet are like sheep's hooves, narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"
The tall figure raised his left and right hands and looked at it. He raised his head and looked at the elf in front of him. The corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Ah, what a fragile body, what a delicious soul! I, Saqier, have not experienced this for a long time. Real touch..."
"Saqier? What is your relationship with Satell?"
"Ah, Satell, what a familiar name!" Saqier told his story in a chant-like tone, "My sister, you looked at me cruelly when I was killed by Archimonde and my soul was trapped. In your head, you yourself took refuge in the legion and gained freedom..."
"She is dead, so don't miss her anymore," Aristophane interrupted.
"Ah, really? Did you kill her? That's great!" Saqier said with a smile, but his subsequent words made everyone feel cold, "To thank you, I will keep your soul in my head forever, and be with me for a long time..."
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