Stratholme God

Chapter 705 I Hate You With 1005 Degrees

"Ahhhhh—hateful bug!"

Ragnaros can be said to be angry all day long, all the way to death.

Never rests until beaten by justice, so he dies.

Before dying, it's not that he didn't think about dying, killing McDangken and finding a backup or something.

Tyrande made a move.

"In the name of Elune! Starlight—" The slender finger like white jade pointed forward, and a blurred starlight just crossed the space, pierced into this flame world where the power began to dissipate rapidly, turned into a light arrow, pierced fiercely On Ragg's left arm.

"Star chains?" McDonnell bared his teeth.

He didn't have the time to thank Tyrande at the moment, the wind sword piercing Rag's eyebrows began to pour out all the elemental power accumulated by the wind prince.

Just now, he used the power of the system to wrap around the wind sword to prevent the power of wind and thunder inside from escaping prematurely.

Now, he no longer has this worry.

Say nothing.

fire!force!Complete!open!

"Go to hell! Ragnaros——" Macdonald in the strong wind looked furious, and with the winding thunder that lingered all over his body, his mighty appearance was like a god descending.

Not one, but two wind-type artifacts pierced in at the same time.

The wind sword and Malorne's wrath, the two artifacts have the same root and origin, and the strongest thunder light erupted with their combined force finally overwhelmed Ragnaros' lava forehead.

As Balrog's unwilling despair echoed in the cave, everyone could see that the fire was starting to go out.

Like a burnt bonfire, even though the skin of Lager can still be seen glowing red, the rapid fading of the flame element inside fully proves that Lager has fallen.

"Die--" The paladins driving 'Invincible' climbed up from the magma lake and gave Lager the last knife.

Finally, the tumbling flames on Lager's body seemed to stop, forming groups of magma that had begun to cool, and cracks appeared.

The soaring holy light pierced through the body of the Balrog, and then the brilliant holy light mixed with frenzied thunder broke out from the cracks in every corner of Ragg's body.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

In the ecstasy of everyone, Lager's body, which was tens of meters high, disintegrated and turned into pieces of dry lava in an instant, and fell into the lava toilet that he climbed out of.

The lord of the flames - the Balrog Ragnaros has successfully defeated!

Leaving aside the hundreds of sand sculpture players dancing ghostly hip-twisting dances, the core members of the crusade team felt the temperature around them began to drop, and they were really relieved.

too difficult.

Although I imagined that it would be difficult, everyone felt the difficulty of the battle after entering this fiery hell and fighting the Balrog at home.

Every breath of air feels precious, because no one knows whether they will be hit by Lager's fireball in the next second.Once hit by the fireball, the shield brought by the frost magic crystal on his body will be temporarily broken, and what chokes into his lungs becomes the fiery breath of fire again.

Looking at Lager's shriveled and fallen body, Uther repaired it with the door sword in his hand.

Golden light blooms!

As a staunch stickman, the staid Uther is the hero least influenced by McDonald in the league, and the good habit of 'the enemy must make up the knife after death' has been cultivated.

"Huh! Huh! Huh——" Varian gasped heavily, and he turned his head to look at McDonald who jumped off the back of the black dragon: "We...really killed this guy?"

"It's done!" McDonnell wanted to comfort the young Varian so much, but he still told the truth: "But it wasn't completely killed."

"What? No way!" Magni screamed not far away.

"As the lord of the flames, Ragnaros can be resurrected again by constantly absorbing the power in the flame world. Unless..."

"Unless what?" The second idiot was also nervous.

"Unless we can defeat him again, and then lure or control another fire elemental powerhouse who is friendly to mortals to take the throne, seize the throne of the Fire Lord, and then cut off Ragnaros' source of power. Only then can we destroy him forever. "

"It's so complicated!" King Wa grimaced.

At this time, Tyrande stepped forward with his slender waist crossed, and sighed: "Otherwise, do you think that so many ancient gods in history can't be killed, but can only be sealed?"

It's because of the existence of a bunch of perverts, everyone Xinchun!

This result really left everyone speechless.

"It's okay." McDonnell clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Be happy. The comeback Ragnaros will not be stronger than now. Since we can kill him once, we can kill him a second time and a third time." Time, isn’t it? Even if Lager no longer appears in our era, we believe that in the future, our descendants will still stand up and defend the world.”

"Yes, that makes sense." A bright smile appeared on Varian's energetic face.

"Yes! Exactly! No matter how many times he comes, I can beat him back." The shrunken Magni happily stroked his beard with one hand and his big belly with the other, smiling cheerfully with.

Sure enough, the guy who lived a long time did whatever he wanted.

Everyone's hearts jumped for joy.

In any case, there will be no need to get close to the high temperature of over a thousand degrees later.

Uh, does that count as 'hating you at 1005 degrees'?
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, McDonald felt the fiery gaze from the players.

Do you think they are coveting this wave of equipment dropped by Lager?
Don't be funny, Lager can't drop tens of thousands of pieces of equipment, which is not enough for so many sand sculpture players.

They are all waiting for the instance of [Molten Core] that can be opened infinitely.

McDonnell hesitated for a moment, but he didn't hesitate, picked up the wind sword, and put his backhand on the shriveled Lager holster.

A strange scene appeared.

A subtle 'gurgling' sound echoed in the cave.

Just as [Essence of the Lord of Fire] was needed to create the Wind Sword, the Wind Sword where Prince Sunderland lived began to absorb the power left by Ragnaros after his death and transform it into its own power.

After a good inhalation, a reminder sound finally came from McDonnell's mind.

He directly took a screenshot of the result and posted it in the system group.

[Congratulations to the host, since he obtained the soul essence of the Balrog Ragnaros and thoroughly analyzed the (Molten Core) area, the host can open up space passages to 10 alien planes of the Molten Core...]

Adding the previous ones, that's twelve harvests.

This news cannot be said to be very ideal, it is definitely better than now.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Long live the boss!"

"Boss, I want to have a monkey with you!"

A group of sand sculptures cheered happily, like celebrating the New Year.All the heroes of the alliance looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what these guys were laughing about.

After the hard and fierce battle, touching the dead body is indispensable.

(End of this chapter)