Chapter 473: Hit the dragon face

Unlike others, Duke completely ignored Ronin. The shape of the dragon was reflected under his eyes. But neither Ronin nor this dragon was really taken by Duke.
Duke was concerned about Deathwing.
If he can't attract the attention of Deathwing and arouse the interest of the black dragon king, then he can do nothing for nothing.
So far in the entire league, there is no warlock. Except for the Warlock, [Devil's Soul] this artifact can't be played by anyone. Even if Duke was a warlock, he would not use this method to control of Alexstrasza.
Of course, how the current situation ends is also a problem.
A young dragon with a body length of 23 or 4 meters and a wingspan approaching 20 meters. It doesn't matter, it just can't live or die, and hovering high in the sky to send a whistle when the demon spirit calls the dragon, it is enough for a team of five to drink a pot.
When Windsor arrived, she tried to use her power from the Storm Altar to target the dragon's eyeballs. She failed. At a height of 300 meters above the ground, the wind flow has become extremely disordered. She did awaken the power of the wind, but that was more about the grasp of the wind than the older sister's power to strengthen herself with the storm.
Don't think that the dragon's eyeballs are vulnerable and easy to hurt. As long as the dragon is over a thousand years old, that transparent eye mask will have the hardness of steel.
Winesa bit her lower lip and said loudly, "If anyone has a solution, you'd better use it now."
Everyone first set her sights on Marianne, and she was the best among the five. But the Master Huiyue spread his hand: "It's too far."
Everyone noticed that Marianne said: It's too far, not to be immobile.
Then everyone ignored a pig's liver color, overwhelmed by Ronin, and ignored the short-handed Paladin, and set their sights directly on the core character of the team, Duke.
Duke stared at the red dragon circling in the sky, and asked Windsor, "Can you help me guide my magic?"
"How to do it?"
"I need you to blow elemental particles from me onto that big lizard."
Windsor wasn't a fool. She was quick to understand Duke's meaning: regardless of the power of magic, just because the wind's flow direction can change at any time, it is difficult for magic to accurately hit targets beyond 100 meters.
In fact, in large-scale wars, there is no magic array for large-scale magical magic dedicated to war, and it is impossible to coordinate the magic power and magic power of so many masters of the mage group.
What Windsor did, in fact, was some kind of increase.
Even if no magic is used, the high elves are sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Regardless of avoiding suspicion, Windsor was almost the whole person affixed to Duke's back, and then raised his finger at the dragon at a height of 300 meters.
A breeze blew from behind the two, and silver hair fluttered in the wind, stroking Duke's face.
The three of them looked straight, because in such a moment, they felt that their hair colors had an unexpected match. The picture seen in the eyes, the two figures have a wonderful sense of fusion.
Even if there was a beautiful woman holding him gently from behind, Duke didn't have time to mind, he carefully sensed the trajectory of the flame element that he escaped.
In the retina, you can see that the system wizard is calculating the firing trajectory with a three-dimensional model at high speed.
Wind direction, wind speed, escape speed of flame elements ...
All the data swipes across Duke's mind.
This time, Duke raised his right hand, just under Windy's jade arm, with their arms overlapping. Duke raised his left hand again and put it on Wind's right arm.
Speak softly, a basin-sized fireball suddenly condensed in front of the two fingertips.
This fireball is very small, similar to those magical apprentices who have just learned [fireball]. With a soft bang, the fireball flew out.
The layman looks lively and the insider looks at the doorway.
Gavenlad was a melon-eating crowd, but Marianne and Ronin could see their eyes straight, their eyes locked on this little fireball.
With a striking tail flame, the fireball crooked to the sky crookedly.
If it is a magical apprentice's fireball, it will dissipate after flying for about thirty meters. Duke's fireball is different. Although it seems that the bonfire in the brazier is about the same size, after climbing 50 meters, the two suddenly realized that Duke's fireball did not dissipate at all.
It is almost how many fire elements go out, and there are still so many after shooting 50 meters.
One hundred meters passed.
Two hundred meters.
Two hundred and fifty meters.
Until this moment, the fireball had shrunk significantly. Not visually, but a reduction in the energy contained in the element.
At first, the dragon flying in the sky just roared and told his compatriots to come to support from afar. He didn't care about the fireball at all. From the dragon's point of view, as long as the magic of human beings exceeds a certain distance, like the fireworks they are playing with, it is pure appearance.
It was wrong.
The fireball still hasn't disappeared. On the contrary, the fireball is getting closer and faster. It was actually a two-stage acceleration.
"Roar" The Red Dragon was angry.
The use of fireball in front of a red dragon with housekeeping skills in flames is itself a provocation. Not to mention, this little fireball seems to actually hit it.
"Snoring!" Without thinking, the Red Dragon sprayed a dragon breath directly in an attempt to turn the fireball off.
The strange thing happened again. The little fireball turned in the air, drawing a dazzling arc, bypassing the large dragon's breath, and then accelerated for a third time. Finally, a fireball hit the dragon's lizard Face.
The Red Dragon itself has inherent fire resistance. Fireball damage is not high.
But this face!
In the true sense, from all angles and connotations, they are face-to-face.
Red Dragon is mostly a bad tempered master.
Waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, this millennium red dragon fluttered with wings and suddenly descended from high altitude.
It wants to teach these horrible human beings who dare to challenge its majesty a terrible lesson.
The dragon dived down, and everyone's eyes were now suddenly looking at Marianne.
This powerful member of the Silvermoon Council immediately demonstrated the power of the Great Master of the Moon. The complicated pattern of arcane energy that was difficult for outsiders to spread at her feet spread out, and the lines formed by the arcane energy formed a magic array with a diameter of ten meters as if it were a work of art.
Every inch in the magic circle is flowing with magic power at high speed, and it keeps running at high speed. Then, just before the dragon dived to a place less than fifty meters away from the ground, countless hook-like magical tentacles appeared, and the dragon was caught by the net. (To be continued.)