Hokage of Azeroth

Luo Wei looked up and saw a young man retracting his heavy axe, shaking the ax blade and his long black hair, causing the blood and hair to sway together.

The young man with the heavy ax smiled at him and turned to kill another soldier nearby.

"Why do I suddenly feel a little cold..." Some thieves who were fighting shrank their necks.

Luo Wei also clearly felt that the surrounding temperature was dropping sharply at an abnormal speed. In the blink of an eye, a cold wind howled in the sky, as if a biting winter night was hovering.

"It's a blizzard!" Marissa yelled.

Without her words, Luo Wei also realized something was wrong and quickly ran away.

The thieves who responded quickly also stayed away from the scope of the blizzard as soon as possible.

However, the Defias Brotherhood had a large number of people, and there were at least hundreds of people in the area covered by the snowstorm. There were still many people who had no time to run, or who did not run out due to the crowding and pushing.

So the next second, a dense blizzard fell from the sky, mixed with the terrifying extreme cold, violently impacting the Defias thieves here.

"Ugh!" The thieves wailed miserably.

"Save me—save me!"

They tried to escape, but the terrible cold almost deprived them of their mobility. Their stiff limbs were unable to walk a few steps under the impact of ice and snow.

No one dared to save them.

The thieves all know that once they step into the scope of a blizzard, the result will only be one more corpse.

Or rather, ice sculptures.

In a matter of seconds, the extremely cold blizzard turned dozens of poor thieves into ice sculptures.

In the snow, their movements were frozen at a certain moment of struggle.

Luo Wei looked around and soon found the spellcaster who summoned this terrible blizzard, an old man wearing a blue robe.

The old man wore a robe, a shawl, and held a staff in his hand.A layer of light blue light enveloped him, beating slightly.

A dozen elite soldiers, armed with swords and shields, stood firmly around the mage to ensure that he could perform magic with peace of mind.

Some thieves wanted to rush up and kill the mage, but they were unable to break through the protection of the soldiers. As a result, they either retreated in embarrassment or were killed by the soldiers.

Or die under the ice arrows casually thrown by the mage.

The same ice arrows were thrown by Marissa like flower bones, but the ones thrown by the old mage were like ice balls, which looked like they could even kill people directly.

Obviously, this is a very high-level mage.

Luo Wei didn't know exactly how high level it was.

As the most noble profession in the world, the mage has a very mature system with clear order, which can sometimes be said to be hierarchical.

Therefore, generally speaking, a mage's status can be judged from the clothing characteristics, and his spellcasting ability can be roughly inferred.

But for Luo Wei, a semi-illiterate person, he would not be able to tell the difference at all unless the rank was written on his face and written in low-level vocabulary.

He could only make random guesses, thinking that the old man's rank should be above the intermediate mage.

Before long, hundreds of thieves died in the hands of the mage.

Fortunately, the Defias Brotherhood also has high-level spellcasters.

Just when the old mage summoned a blizzard again, he was ready to kill dozens of thieves.

A group of dim light that almost merged with the night suddenly arrived.

"boom!"

The huge shadow arrow directly blew off a soldier's head, and then the remaining energy continued to flow towards the mage, hitting the light blue light shield on his body.

Under the impact of the shadow arrow, the light shield on the mage suddenly shook violently, and most of it disappeared as if evaporating, teetering on the edge of collapse.

The mage's expression changed drastically, and the half-summoned snowstorm also stopped, and the howling cold wind in the sky suddenly dispersed.

He first waved his staff to restore the light shield on his body to its original state, then raised his head and looked in a certain direction: "Mobent Fair?"

"I didn't expect you to still remember me." Mobent Fell was wearing a purple-black robe, and his face was covered by a wizard's hat. "The last time we met was probably in Dalaran."

"Hmph!" the mage snorted, "Dalaran is ashamed because of you!"

"Oh, really, that's such an honor." There was a hint of sarcasm in Mobent Fell's voice, "I want to know now, how much those dogmas have made you stronger over the years."

Before he finished speaking, he raised the staff in his hand, and the evil mana surged like the breath of a demon in the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, countless blue-violet runes flew out from the top of the staff, flying around him, and finally condensed into a barrier to protect him.

Under the protection of these runes, Mobent Fair actually walked directly into the area where thieves and soldiers were fighting, and walked towards the place where the mage was.

When a soldier saw this, he immediately struck with his sword, trying to kill the conceited warlock with his sharp dagger.

However, when the dagger touched the rune, it was as if it was touching steel and it was difficult to move forward. No matter how hard the soldier tried, Mobent Fell's shield did not move at all.

Mobent Fell stretched out his left hand and grabbed the soldier's throat, while a green light glowed between his fingers.

As the green light pulsed, the soldier's skin quickly withered, and his flesh and blood withered layer by layer, eventually turning into a rotting corpse that fell to the ground.

"This dirty magic!" Seeing this, the mage's beard trembled with anger.

Mobent Fair glanced at the corpses of the thieves that were beaten into ice sculptures by the blizzard: "You mean, their death was more pleasant?"

The mage didn't speak, but began to shake his staff. The cold breath accumulated around him, and eventually turned into a string of ice storms, roaring towards Mobent Fell.

Mobent Fell summoned a ball of flames, which were hot and messy, hovering around him like poisonous snakes for a moment, and then crashed into these ice storms.

"boom!"

The collision of ice and fire created a violent storm on the battlefield, causing everyone nearby to retreat in horror.

On the other side, the unstoppable Slade finally encountered a tough opponent. His blade lost its original sharpness in front of a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a sword and shield.

The warrior held his shield, like a ferocious chariot, and directly pushed Thride away.

At the same time, he waved his sharp sword, and a thief who was close to him was immediately beheaded by him, and a column of blood rose into the sky.

"You little thieves are really overestimating your capabilities, let Van Cleef come out!" the soldier shouted loudly.

"Samuelson, I don't need the President to take action against you." Slade got up from the ground and said in a deep voice, "You will soon lose your control of this mine, and of course your victory and dignity. "

Samuelson added: "Van Cleef, who claimed to demolish Stormwind City, turned out to be just a coward hiding behind his subordinates——"

At this moment, a sharp and low sound pierced the air, causing his expression to change slightly, and he quickly backhanded his sword.

"Chong!"

A flying knife bounced off the blade, narrowly missed his chin, and fell to the ground.

"Van Cleef, are you finally willing to come out?" Although the warrior's voice was still full of ridicule, it also showed a bit of nervousness unconsciously. Obviously, he did not despise Van Cleef's reputation as much as he showed.

But it was not Van Cleef who threw the flying knife, but a slightly bald man in black: "Sir Commander, I regret to tell you that you may not be able to see Van Cleef, let alone the sun tomorrow. .”