The Sixth Level of Academy City

"Why did you save me?" Alleria didn't understand. Although Luo Fang let them live, she didn't think Luo Fang was the kind of person who would meddle in other people's business, let alone that if he saved her, he would be with Yi Fang. Even if Luo Fang is a powerful mage with artifacts, such a thing is not worth it.

Luo Fangfang played with the clown mask in his hand and said absently, "It just happened to happen."

Alleria took a deep look at Luo Fang, followed the etiquette of a ranger, and turned away.Luo didn't hold back either. Indeed, as he said, saving Aurelia was purely a matter of convenience. He doesn't like trouble, but this kind of thing doesn't even count as trouble.

The clown mask was thrown into the air by Luo Yifang, and then fell back into his hands steadily. After putting on the mask, Luo Yifang opened the King's Treasure, and a magic sword exuding the power of death was slowly released. It floated out and hovered behind him.

A strange light flashed in the scarlet pupils behind the mask—the calamity has begun!

The trolls living in the forest are still intensively preparing resources for war. They are about to start a life-and-death duel with those pesky sharp ears who have invaded their land. Only the winner can survive in this ancient forest.

The trolls are very confident, because not only do they have an advantage in military strength, they are also more powerful, and even the Zandalari tribe, which had been out of touch for a long time, also sent high-level priests to participate in this holy war. The demon army has slightly reproduced the glorious scene of the troll empire.

On the other hand, the elves, except for some weak ranger troops, are even weaker mage legions. Although they have a damn magic barrier as a protective measure, the trolls are very confident. In front of the powerful priests and loa gods, This barrier is just a small obstacle.

Amani will surely regain the glory of the empire!

It's a pity that the dreams of the trolls were destroyed before they could be realized.

One person and one sword severely trampled on the fragile dignity of the trolls.

"Damn it! Tell the soldiers to fill in the vacancy! That monster is about to come in!" The troll's warlord stood behind the position, sweating profusely. He was sure that it was a human being, and in their eyes, it was no different from a docile sheep. Such a weak creature, why can he easily break through his elite army? !

"Master Overseer, we can't hold on anymore, the casualties are too serious, and those dead soldiers were summoned by strange magic to become brainless undead, and they rushed to attack us!" The adjutant next to the Overseer saw the situation clearly, and they faced It's not something that human power can stop, that human being is as powerful as the Loa God!

Luo Fang didn't make a move at all, he just kept moving forward, it was Frostmourne who was releasing his instinct, this rune sword was unmanned, it withdrew from the chest of a troll soldier by itself, there was no trace of blood on the blade, All the blood was instantly frozen by the cold air on the sword, turning into nourishment for death, and those souls were swallowed by the magic sword.

The fallen soldier stood up again, his body was strangely off-white, his eyes turned white, as if he had died in the ice and snow for a long time, rather than just being killed, some timid troll soldiers couldn't help but Trembling, there is no doubt that the troll killed by that sword will meet an end more terrible than death.

Trolls are not afraid of death, let alone being injured, but being killed like a chicken like this, and then being sucked dry of life essence and soul, is a horror that trolls who believe in the eternal soul cannot accept.

As a result, a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield. The trolls formed a huge encirclement circle. Luo Fang stood in the middle. As he moved forward, the encirclement gradually moved, but none of the trolls dared to attack him, even Frost The Sorrow flew out from time to time, plundering the life of a troll.

Frostmourne also seems to understand that a small number of zombies are useless, so it simply drains all the essence of the unlucky ones it kills, and the trolls that are killed will immediately become a mummy, and it won't take long will turn to dust.

The trolls looked at the ferocious Frostmourne, and there were many fighters from the two groups, but the order of the warlord prevented them from escaping.

Finally, the trolls compromised, and the troll warlord shouted loudly, "Respected strong man, the Amani troll should have no grudge against you!"

Luo Fang stopped and looked at the warlord who was speaking with great interest. The violent gravity crushed the space. His hand ignored the turbulent flow of space that could tear everything apart, and pressed it in. After that, the space around the warlord also It shattered like a mirror, and under the horrified eyes of the warlord, he was dragged into a crack in space.

After crossing a distance of more than a hundred meters, the warlord was dragged out like a dead dog. Luo Fang's right hand did not touch him, but the compressed air tightly strangled the troll warlord's throat and lifted him up.

"Tell me, where is that Zandalari priest?!"

"Uh uh uh!!" The troll warlord struggled hard, but couldn't say a word at all.

"Huh? Tell me? Why don't you say so?"

The dark green evil energy burst into flames, and the powerful life essence of the troll warlord was quickly drawn out. After a short wail, the charred corpse of the troll warlord fell to the ground. A gust of wind blew past, and the corpse was like paper ashes Crushed and collapsed.

An evil flame flashed in Luo's hand, and the evil flame contained the life essence of a legendary powerhouse.

The trolls woke up like a dream, this guy just wanted their lives!

Those who are still standing there are all idiots, but what they don't know is that they are already doomed to die.

Before the outermost troll could run a few steps, an unknown force grabbed its throat and lifted it up, struggling helplessly.

Nearly [-] trolls were all drained of their essence by fel magic. Their wailing souls and their life essence were suspended in front of Luo Yi.

He held Frostmourne with his backhand, and the demon sword, which could not be suppressed, instantly became a good baby, at the mercy of Luo Fang.

Hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, press it down suddenly, the sharp point of the sword pierces the ground, a portion of soul essence, a portion of life essence, are continuously absorbed by the magic sword.

Frost containing the power of death instantly covered the entire troll city, and this small town of Amani trolls was instantly covered in ice and snow.

Malygos, who is far away in the cold place of the North Pole, is lying on the platform in the center of the Demon Hub, closing his eyes to rest, but suddenly opened his huge eyes. He raised his dragon head, looked in one direction, and said doubtfully , "This? This magic wave..."

He was about to find out, but immediately felt another wave of familiarity. The old blue dragon froze, and put his head down as he raised it. His dragon head rested on his front paw.

"I don't see, I don't see anything, I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping."

Chapter 157 Appeared, Wingman!

Luo Fang killed so many trolls, of course, not for fun, he needs to use the nearly ten thousand living souls to pull a powerful soul back from the domain of death.

Of course, this power is relative to other creatures in Azeroth, and it is the same for Luo Fang. If it is not only the realm of death that can only be drawn by the power of the soul, he would not be bothered to do such things.

"Hahaha, I, Xalatas, finally came back..." A very pleasant voice of Yu Jie rang in Luo Fang's ear.

"Shut up!" Luo Fang especially hated chattering things after being annoyed by the Old One's chattering in the city under the sea. His sound made Xalatas tremble and he didn't finish his sentence.

It took a while for Xalatas to realize that she had been frightened by a human being. In her memory, she had encountered many weak creatures like this.

"Mortal, since you have resurrected me, I will give the reward I deserve. You will not be held accountable for interrupting my speech. Now that you sacrifice your body, I will rape you..."

"Meow!"

Xalatas trembled in fright when she heard the cat's meow - the cat's meow itself was not scary, but she actually felt the presence of her boss from this cat...

"The Great Void," Xalatas really felt like a hell, she didn't know her boss, the Void Lord was exiled from this universe because he was rejected by other colleagues, his life and death were unknown, and his whereabouts were unknown. It stands to reason that it is impossible to come back in this life.

It was also like this that several other ancient gods took advantage of the opportunity of her collapsed backstage to enter, devoured her body, and exiled her soul in the realm of death forever.

She originally thought that she would have to wait 10 years, or even longer, before someone could find a little bit of wreckage left by herself, the evil artifact supported by a part of her by the remaining Xalatas, the Sarata Sword of the Dark Empire.

After seeing the salted fish, Xalatas has already started to be a little timid. After all, her life level is lower than that of the Lord of the Void. When she sees the salted fish, she is no different from a mouse seeing a cat. Say a few words to confuse and confuse people, a weak chicken state with almost no actual strength.