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Chapter 683: Eggs and Fire Ravens


The fireball fell slowly, like the setting sun on the horizon, silent but powerful and unstoppable.

Although the touch of the gargoyle caused a brief breath leak, the red fireball had completely repaired itself at this time.

As before, it could not feel the slightest heat even if it was close, and it looked harmless to humans and animals.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that the demons on the ground who were smashed by the rain of gargoyles did not pay special attention to the existence of this fireball.

They still waved their swords or minions crazily and joined in the killing as much as they wanted.

Go to the feast.

After all, for demons who are not very curious, studying an unknown fireball is not as interesting as fighting against these equally crazy humans in front of them.

The gargoyles, after briefly turning into stone statues, returned to their normal forms one by one.

As those who have experienced it firsthand, these gargoyles naturally know the power of fireballs clearly.

After regaining their mobility, they turned around and ran away without thinking, trying to stay away from the fireball around them that could easily destroy their life-saving skills.

It's a pity that these gargoyles don't quite understand the principle that unity is strength.

They themselves flapped their wings and quickly disappeared into the horizon, but none of the gargoyles informed the compatriots who were still fighting and killing below.

Of course, it may also be because there is no communication ability between the gargoyles and the demon army below.

The fireball landed smoothly on the ground, without a huge explosion or dazzling light, as if its existence would not have any impact on the surroundings.

Not only that, as time went by, the firelight that was still beating from time to time gradually dimmed, and the crystal clear skin gradually condensed and became more and more stable.

Even if occasionally a demon touches this fireball that is no longer a fireball when waving its claws, it will not cause any changes, and will even emit a series of sparks to show the hardness of its shell.

Behind the battlefield, Ulantu, who was covered in blood, had returned to human form, and several priests were using recovery spells to contain his injuries.

Although the Ulan clan's transformation into a werewolf form will not cause any side effects, it is not without limitations and will put a burden on the body over time.

Of course, with Ulantu's ability and pure bloodline, he would be fine even if he stayed in werewolf form for a whole day.

It's just that his mentality was too chaotic just now, and he continued to use powerful moves regardless of the consequences.

Although he eliminated more than a dozen nightmare knights in a row, he himself was severely injured and was forcibly taken back to the rear by a group of henchmen.

Probably due to the loss of a lot of blood, Ulan Tu's face was a little pale at this time, but his emotions were under control quite well, and there was no trace of frustration or anger on his face.

But what made everyone around him a little strange was that Wulantu was staring at the battlefield with his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

He didn't say a word.

He didn't order a retreat or let everyone join the battle.

He just looked at the chaotic area in front of him. , seems to be waiting for something.

Ulantu didn't say anything, so the shamans had no choice but to use spells to dispel the demonic aura shrouding the battlefield to prevent more soldiers from being affected by it.

As for those compatriots who have lost their minds, the shamans also appear to be powerless.

Demonic auras are not magical elements, they penetrate deep into the soul.

The dispersion spells of the shamans can easily dispel the demonic aura exposed in the air, but it has no effect on the demonic aura in the soldiers.

With a whoop, a ray of fire fell from the sky and landed next to Ulan Tu, surprising the prince who was concentrating on the battlefield.

Not for anything else, just because the person who appeared next to him was Wu Tong who took the initiative to quell the commotion.

Based on Wu Lantu's understanding of this mysterious friend, he originally thought that Wu Tong would use flames to create a shocking explosion that would sweep through the center of the battlefield in one fell swoop, injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred, to forcibly interrupt the war, but he didn't.

This is what I thought the result would be.

Nothing happened, but Wu Tong returned calmly.

"What's going on?

What did you do?"

Wu Lantu couldn't help but ask.

The explosion he imagined did not happen, but the result surprised him.

He even thought Wu Tong had missed.

"I did what I promised you, and I tried my best."

Wu Tong simply replied and leaned on a shield, breathing heavily, looking slightly tired.

This situation was not common.

Only then did Wu Lantu realize that Wu Tong had not missed, but had used another method, which cost him a lot of energy.

In Wu Lantu's impression, Wu Tong's whole person was a ball of strong flames, and he never showed tiredness at any time.

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But at this time, Wu Tong not only turned a little pale, but his eyes had lost their sparkle, and even his iconic bright red hair seemed to have become much darker.

Now that he knew that Wu Tong had no problem, Wu Lantu did not continue to ask.

After thinking about it, he decisively got rid of the several shamans who were treating him.

After a few jumps, he came to a pile of rocks behind him and stood on a high place to observe carefully.

Although the distance was far away, Wu Lantu did not miss the scene of the fireball landing just now.

It must have been caused by Wu Tong.

It's just that the demons are generally taller and stronger, and coupled with the chaos of the battlefield, they are quickly overwhelmed.

Wulantu searched carefully and finally found the weird fireball.

At this time, its surface had even been splashed with a lot of blood, but it was still unusually stable, which made Wulantu not only think of something , but cannot be sure.

Seeing His Highness the Prince like this, his subordinates who didn't know why also stood on the high ground and followed Ulan Tu's gaze to find the fireball.

They didn't know what Wu Lantu and Wu Tong had discussed before, but the smarter people had already guessed what it was from the previous situation, and they all showed doubts in their eyes, obviously thinking about the same thing as Wu Lan Tu.

But some people stayed behind and did not see the fireball falling from the sky.

They did not know what happened, so they also had different ideas.

"Hey, where did the egg come from?"

Just when Ulantu was confused and confused, a slightly rough voice suddenly woke him up.

Wu Lantu glanced quickly and found that the person speaking was one of his good friends and the son of the leader of a large tribe.

Like most of the people around him, he was a "princeling".

However, this person's tribe is quite special.

Their tribe is located in the west of Baibing Grassland near the mountains and is famous for raising large beasts.

Because of this, this person's force seems a bit weak, so he usually stays behind during battles.

The authorities were confused.

When Wulantu looked at the incredible fireball again, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood something.

Because they knew the origin of the fireball, Ulan Tuyi and the others did not think about other places, but just observed its situation blindly.

When the man said it, Wulantu suddenly felt that if he had not known it beforehand, he would not have thought it was a fireball, and would probably have the same idea, thinking that it was a round stone or something.

The egg of some kind of large monster.

"Did he want to make something?"

Ulan Tu had just had this idea in his mind, and saw that the fireball that had been silent for a long time suddenly became dazzling again, and then sprayed out in a circle with it as the center.

The fire wave swept in the demons who were fighting fiercely around them and burned them.

It's a pity that these flames did too little damage to the demons.

Not only were the demons unscathed after the fire wave, but they also angered one of the Nightmare Knights.

The latter was very angry because he was blocked in the back and could not join the killing feast.

At this time, he was even more furious.

He ignored what caused the fire wave, picked up the long knife in his hand and smashed it with all his strength.

This knife passed through the fireball without any obstruction, as if it really just hit a ball of flames.

Even the furious Nightmare Knight was stunned for a moment and lowered his head to look at the weapon in his hand.

If the Nightmare Knight had an expression, this would be very exciting.

Its handle evolved with itself and was longer than itself.

The long sword that split countless opponents was shortened by half at this time, from a long-handled double-headed sword to a single sword.

And right under its feet, there was a mass of liquid that exuded high temperature like molten iron.

Even with the low IQ of the Nightmare Knight, he could guess what was left behind.

With just a simple wave, the high temperature in that moment actually melted its natural weapon.

It's hard to say what the mood of this nightmare knight is at this time, nor can it be guessed what it wants to do next, because just before it had time to make any reaction, a bolt suddenly shot out from the "flaming dome" The red fire light penetrated into the tall body of the Nightmare Knight in the blink of an eye, and its armor did not hinder it in any way.

The blood-like flames rose up and instantly swallowed up the nightmare knight.

The latter couldn't bear the burning of the flames and fell to the ground screaming, trying to extinguish the flames all over his body.

But its approach had no effect.

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The flame obviously ignited from within its body and could only be extinguished from within.

Any other efforts would be in vain.

However, just when the Nightmare Knight completely lost the power to struggle and fell to the ground dying, with all that was left being burned to ashes by the flames, a strange scene happened.

Without any warning, the crimson flames surrounding the Nightmare Knight disappeared at a rapid speed, but they were not extinguished.

They were more like water flowing into its body.

Immediately afterwards, the Nightmare Knight's chest lit up, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

With a snap, the fire crow, which had always been composed entirely of flames, flew out of the Nightmare Knight's body.

After rolling several times in the air, it quickly penetrated into the next target's body.

And that's not the most surprising thing.

If a powerful magician or shaman carefully observes the Nightmare Knight at this time, he will find that this unlucky guy is not completely dead and still has a breath left.

But the hell flame energy in its body, which is unique to demons and can greatly enhance their fire resistance, has now completely disappeared, as if it had been completely eaten by something

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