Destroyer of Ice and Fire

All immortal carnivores stopped fighting, splitting apart like a tide, retreating.

One is an immortal carnivore with white light in his eyes, the other is an immortal carnivore with red eyes, the camp is distinct.

Three shadows slowly emerged from the lakeside snow forest.

One of them looked like an old fisherman in a black coat with a bow on his waist and his black robe cracked into pieces, yet even though his black robe was already very shattered, it still smelled terrible.

There was a magician with a long bow on his back who was tall and riding a giant monster.

This troll looks a lot like a toad, but is over three meters long and surrounded by black flames.

The flying black flame even covered the face of the magician with the long bow on his back.

The two artists made people feel weird and powerful, yet they came out with another artist and gave everyone the feeling that the two artists were merely servants of that man.

He was not tall, but every time he walked, white ice crystals and blood waves alternated beneath him, like the power of the gods.

It's not the use of technology, it's the effect of the surgery on the body.

It's really you... finally it's time to break it...

Looking at this magnificent but unimaginable magician, Bello's mouth revealed a cruel smile.

“So strong! Is this the guy who killed these magicians and turned them into monsters like this? Bello, do you know this guy?” Chris saw an anomaly in Bello's face and asked quickly.

“Has it inspired the deepest strength of the ancestral blood and completed the baptism of Shura Field? ”

At this moment, the voice of the magician who alternated between the white ice crystal and the blood wave came from afar, "You're my son, I'm really proud of you. ”

“What!”

Moses and Chris and others were all amazed and their eyes all focused on Bello.

“But I'm ashamed to have a father like you.” Bello's eyes are filled with impulse and ridicule, "such shame will vanish only if he kills you himself. ”

“What the hell is going on... is this guy Bello's father? Bello he..." Moss stares at Bello stupidly and wonders what kind of story there is between Bello and this magician.

“Why are you ashamed? ”

The magician spoke softly.

The two attendants next to him stopped, but he kept moving until he walked to the forefront of all the white-white, weird magicians, until Chris and others saw his face.

This is a middle-aged magician who looks very much like Bello.

His face was filled with self-confidence, ruthlessness and mighty divinity that were difficult to describe in words.

His entire body was covered in ice and snow, and even some pale faces were covered with a thin layer of ice crystal, and each hair sparkled with crystalline ice.

But unlike all of these weird magicians, his body's flesh was shaking with powerful life, and the heat that was emitted along the ice was gushing from under his feet.

This is not just an ordinary magician, but a legendary figure.

“Fearing the power of something, that's just the idea of the weak, my son, do you feel ashamed to pursue strength and become stronger?” The colder smile of the corner of Bello's mouth seemed to disdain to say more to the magician, who, however, looked at Bello with glaring eyes and said proudly.

“Am I trying to kill all of them? ”

Bello still didn't speak, and the magician looked at Bello quietly and said, “I just want to use the power of the Ice Witch Bone Box, because they desperately want to stop me and kill me. ”

Chris and Moses listened, and they looked at Bello and the magician, and they knew what had happened.

“Just because you're afraid of the power of something, you have to forcibly stop and destroy those who want that power, my son, don't you think it's an idea that only the weak have, don't you think it's ridiculous? Wouldn't you be ashamed if I were to be obeyed and killed by them?” The artist's face also showed a slight sarcasm.

“I don't care what the Ice Witch Bone Box is, I don't care if others want to destroy the Ice Witch Bone Box, and you just want to get the magician's weapon left behind by the Dragon King... I don't care about the strong and the weak, all I know is that I was happy in the clan, worry-free, everyone around me was good to me, but you killed them all..." Bello finally made a noise, and the blood in his eyes seemed to run down, "All I know is that every night, they were all covered in blood, asking me to avenge them. ”

“So you're saying that I should be killed by them, and then what, will you avenge me?” The magician shook his head and mocked.

“Bastard! Is it because your people want to destroy an evil dragon king's magician weapon, and if you want to possess that magician weapon, kill everyone in your family who wants to stop you! ”

Chris's angry voice suddenly rang at this time, “A magician wants to be strong, there is no mistake at all, but he wants to be strong, but there are many ways, if he wants to become powerful the way no one around him recognizes it, there must be a problem! Killing everyone in the family in order to be strong is an excuse! ”

“Bastard! The blood of such a high beast as you and Bello must have been descended from the most powerful beast tribe of the time. The most powerful Beastman tribe of the year, stood up against the Evil Dragon King in the first place... In order to fight the Evil Dragon King, the powerful Beastman tribe was all destroyed. The rest of the Beastmen, risking their lives, did not want to see the emergence of a new Evil Dragon King. They wanted to destroy what might become an accomplice to the Evil Dragon King, but you, as one of them, were only greedy for strength, and killed all those who wanted to stop your loved ones. Aren't you ashamed?” Moss trembled, but he shouted angrily, too.

“Extinction is just because it's not powerful enough. ”

The magician who alternated between white ice crystals and blood waves shook his head, "I just don't want to flaunt people. Since the weak are born to be slaughtered by the strong, instead of dying in the hands of others, I'd rather die in my hands and become my strength. ”

“My son. ”

He also had an extraordinary fanaticism in his eyes, and he looked at Bello, “There's my blood in your body, and in such a short amount of time, you've built the Blood Night Fork, and you should stand with me, and only someone like you and me can build a stronger Orc Empire. ”

“I don't think so.” Bello shook his head, "a man who could not believe his strength and needed to rely on the abominations of his ancestral blood to gain strength and confidence would never be truly strong. An impure Orc like you, even if you build an Orc Empire, is not a pure, proud and powerful Orc Empire. If it's to be built, it's someone like me who can build it. ”

“Yeah, Bello is such a fanatic and impulsive guy with all the inheritance and beliefs that the Orc Empire was built to be pure?” Moses stunned and said this, but then spit out a subconscious sentence, "But if it's all a guy like Bello, that empire is dangerous too. ”

“Moss, fool! Are you infected by Stingham?” Chris woke up depressed at him, "he said at a time like this. ”

“Very good... it's because it's all you guys that the Orc Empire dies fast.” The White Ice Crystal and the Blood Wave alternating magician looked at Bello very deeply, “So you're still sure you want to fight me and kill me? ”

“Why are you talking so much shit?” Bello stretched out his hand and touched his teeth, and his teeth became unusually sharp, cutting off a finger.

“But you're too weak to kill me.” The white ice crystal underneath and the alternating blood waves shook his head and looked sympathetic.

Bello's teeth smiled and bleeding beads fell on his teeth, "Kill you, or you will kill you. ”

“After today, perhaps you will understand. ”

“Are these three your squire magicians? ”

The artist looked up at the sky and looked at the bat beside Bello and Niriko, the black snake's eyes, "Too weak… even the magician was so trash. ”

And the moment he uttered it, the frost army behind him split apart like a tide.

Among his two servants, the magician riding the troll, carrying the long bow, suddenly opened the long bow and fired an arrow at Bello.

“Whoosh!”

All the burning black flames on the troll burst up suddenly, the shadow of the magician twisted and suddenly became a burning reaper.

The arrow light he emitted suddenly disappeared in the air.

A chain burning black flame fell on Bello and three of the magicians at the same time.

“Soul burning shooter!” Yuguang stared wide-eyed and exhaled softly.

Bello's blood flashed and seemed to be fine.

But the bats, Nerico, and Black Snake Eye were all stiff, motionless, and their faces were unusually distorted, and they looked painful.

Is this some kind of mental assault technique?

Can you attack from this distance?

Moses jumped back in horror and couldn't help but scream, "Yu Guang, what is a soul-burning archer? ”

“Legend has it that they sacrifice their souls to the devil's shooter… but in fact, they should be some sort of magician with a particularly abnormal mental power, who can intercept their spiritual power for a period of time and strike from a very long distance, like burning each other's souls.” Yu Guang took a deep breath and said softly, "The magician himself was a legend in the Great Dragon War. ”