Chapter 238 Shock

Chapter 238 Shock

After all, the lion-headed shaman is one of the fifteen elites in his hand. Even in the face of this sudden change, the shaman did not panic. Instead, he roared and met Atre, who fell from the sky. His hands unfolded on both sides of his body at the same time, and the red light on the scepter in the left hand behind him was unexpectedly He took time in an instant, and then his right hand was claw-shaped, making a stretch to both sides. The unparalleled violent force appeared again. Unexpectedly, at this moment, it forcibly stopped the suppressed state of the magic force!

The violent red fluctuation spread around the body of the shaman mage and turned into a huge barrier with a diameter of three meters, completely covering his body. On the red barrier, there was a fine shine close to the dark dot. His method of solving energy suppression was simple, direct, and even a little rough! That is the ultimate compression. The cowardly magic force will be compressed to the extent of terror, and forcibly dispel the fear of the attribute. Dare to use this method on the most gloomy magic force, the wildness of the orc of the shaman mage is undoubtedly obvious.

The violent dark demon king who fell from the sky, the orc generation shaman mage of the extreme magic force on the ground!

Dark and red, two equally huge energy spheres collided.

Boom...

The violent atmosphere filled the whole space, and the violent shock wave made the distant surroundings instantly rewind and evaporate. Zhong Lichun quickly retreated with a face of astonishment! Both the orcs and the sergeants of Annobyk City who were close to the fight were shocked and flew back with bloodshed!

The two figures suddenly separated in the collision. The red magic force was extinguished almost at the same time as the dark chaotic power. The light in the sky dimmed in an instant. That was a unique phenomenon of the destruction of elements in the air. It was not a forbidden spell, but better than a forbidden spell! The collision between Atre and the shaman mage actually produced a scene of space silence for a moment. Atre's body was bounced out like a cannonball. Although the shaman stood still, his legs had completely fallen into the ground from below his knees. The terrible waves made a short depression on his strong muscles, and the dazzling red converged in an instant. In an instant, the three-meter-long scepter in his hand made a clucking sound and then turned into powder. The lion's mouth of the shaman opened wide and his eyes stared, but there was no breath at this moment!

Dead!

The great and sacred symbol of the orc, the life of the lion king saint admired by all beasts in the orc tribe ended in the hands of a human teenager at this moment!

Atre was directly bounced out more than ten meters before falling to the ground. His whole body drew more than ten meters back and ploughed a deep gully on the gray land. A flush appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and spewed out in one breath. A thick black flame appeared in the air, until all this breath sprayed. Out, Atre's face returned to normal. In an instant, he adjusted the qi and blood in his body, and his body suddenly bounced up. Atre flew out like an arrow from the string. At the same time, a dark ink-like short blade appeared in his right hand, emitting a gloomy cold light, and Atre dragged dark. The golden tail flame went towards the lion-headed shaman who stood in place!

Oh!

Atre turned into a shadow and swept over the body of the shaman. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere. The red blood shot out of the neck of the mouth of the bowl like a fountain. Atre stood breathlessly behind the body that was still standing in place. The black blade in his hand no longer existed, and was replaced by a A huge head, with golden hair dyed with red blood, dripping blood dripping under the head, the corners of Atre's mouth rose slightly, and suddenly rose up. The phoenix wings behind him instantly fluttered its wings, holding high the head of the orc lion king saint and roaring to the sky!

"The shaman's head is here!" Atre's shocking roar shot straight into the sky. After the clouds dispersed, a wisp of golden yellow light shone on him. He held high the head of the shaman mage and looked at his feet contemptuously. His unparalleled arrogance and domineering, full of irresistible king's pride bloomed instantly!

For a moment in the chaotic battlefield, the crowd was silent. Everyone and beasts stopped fighting. They raised their heads and looked up at the figure full of king's breath in the air. No one could see him clearly. His figure was inlaid with a dazzling gold edge by the sun, and the lion's head in his hand was still dripping. Blood!

"Huge! Long live!"

After 0.3 seconds of stagnation, the shocking cheers resounded through the world. Whether it was the sergeant of Anobyk City who fought on the battlefield or the sergeant guarding the city, he raised his weapon at the same time and shouted long live!

This is the cheers of Arnold's first victory in months. This is a squeezed indignation. This is a heroic triumphant song!

Twenty-eight people including Yu Zi were even more excited, and Zhan Yanyun said excitedly to the soldiers beside him: That's my brother! That's my brother! It seems that he is the one who is carrying the head of the orc leader!

Zhong Lichun took a deep breath and set off a gorgeous fireworks into the sky. Suddenly, the gate of Anobic City, which had been closed for several months, suddenly opened and tens of thousands of sergeants gushed out. They shouted loudly, and their hysterical screamed...

The orc army has no head. In their hearts, the shaman is a sacred representative and a powerful symbol. At this moment, his head was raised in the air by a human teenager, and he fled everywhere in panic!

Atre floated in mid-air in the wind, and his hand holding his head trembled a little. His eyes looked at the sun in the sky. Facing the extremely dazzling golden light, his eyes widened in an instant, and he looked straight at the scorching sun hanging in the air! Luanhuang's wings flapped rhythmically, and the shouts seemed to witness his victory! He turned his head and looked at the flag of the kingdom of Akaranti fluttering in the wind on Arnobyk. He looked down and saw the mountain of undead skeletons piled up outside the gate. He knew that it was countless lives, and he knew that it was countless sorrows!

Reflecting the golden sun, his eyes returned to the head in his hand. The blood seemed to have run out, and a few drops dripped from time to time. Under the bath of the sun, he fell to the ground and carefully into the earth. Atre's eyes looked at the lion's eyes of the Shaman, looking at the lost eyes that were still full. It's a conceisable look, but there is no fear in it!

Atre's breath gradually accelerated. There was no trace of blood on his white face, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. He felt dizzy in front of him. The wings behind him suddenly stopped flapping. He could no longer hold on. Yu Guang saw the victory below and took a deep breath. His breath seemed to be relieved, and his eyes were closed, and his body fell down like a meteorite...

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