Stormwind God

The devil ... is powerful.

It is so powerful that even a powerful warrior in the noble circle cannot shake it. Even a slap that is not even a formal attack can smash a human head into a rotten watermelon.

A four-footed canine-shaped demon swallowed the entire person together with the armor and the hand-held blade of the arm, swallowing the body, like the sound of a grinding disc crushing the body and metal, and the guard's death Always lingering in my ears.

After seeing such a picture, after hearing such a sound, just imagining face to face with that kind of thing, the hands and feet could not stop shaking.

Such things as partial birth are actually changed by their closest relatives.

The huge demon not only spread the killing towards those **** bloodsail pirates, but also extended the claws of death to those who were originally ‘owners’.

Invincible to me, killing is all a matter of preference.

It was a nightmare.

Nightmares like Piansheng seem endless.

Resistance is meaningless, all resistance has been crushed to slag.

Escape is also meaningless, because the two ships are so large that there is nowhere to run.

Every survivor is a poor worm waiting in despair when the final judgement will arrive.

Just then, a glittering divine presence descended from the sky.

He looked up blankly, recognizing that it was the glory of the arcane power unique to the mage.

A powerful mage? Who will it be

After almost forcibly recruiting all the noble personal mages, the war on the storm kingdom at the spell level still failed. The Royal Masters of Stormwind Realm are dead.

There are only a few high-level mage who are still active on the front line of the battlefield.

Obviously, there was Duke Marcus, the sea king who the last nobility wanted to see.

It is ironic that the aristocracy camp acknowledges that eternal life will not reconcile itself, but has become the biggest savior to save itself. Of course, this is only for those aristocrats who are still alive.

The aristocracy who is still alive at this moment, not even one percent.

Quite simply, the demons from Karazhan easily developed believers in these corrupted souls, and even directly transformed into demons.

A pure heart is the most powerful line of defense. Medivh, like a saint, and even Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, have spent decades to complete the corruption of Medivh's mind. It's still incomplete, because in the end, Lao Mai jumped out and gave Sa Zong a big bang.

But when it comes to the aristocracy of pure heart, Duke hehe.

Not every aristocrat is qualified to be a paladin, and not every aristocrat's name is called Berval Fortagan.

When the pirates killed the nobles, most of them were desperately protected by the guards and gathered together. When the pirate's butcher knife saw these nobles who had actually turned into demons around the neck, it was natural that the demons jumped out to reveal their true bodies.

So when people are crowded, how many people can the devil come to bloom directly in the middle of the crowd?

Anyway, when Duke landed on this ship, he didn't see any other aristocracy survive ... Oh, survive in human form.

"Duke Marcus"

It was a roaring swell like a raging wind.

Well, Duke didn't understand a little, so he dug his ear with his little finger.

"Someone called me just now?"

"You bastard! It's all your fault!"

In the face of this demon guard who was more than three meters tall, with a typical blue demon guard body, but with a devil's strange species of nondescript human head, Duke dismissed it.

Duke snorted, and suddenly a huge block of ice bulged under his feet, raising Duke's body like a high platform. In an instant, Duke was already standing on a two-meter-high platform.

This way he can look down on the demon.

"Ah, sorry, you're too short. I didn't see it."

"You are wanton" The demon slammed suddenly.

"You are presumptuous!" A mysterious azure magic array appeared in front of Duke, and a powerful [Arcane Blast] turned into a huge fist, turning the coming demon faster than when he arrived. Hit back.

"Ping-pong-pong-pong!" The demon who crashed into the cabin knocked over and interrupted many things, but the demon quickly climbed out again.

"Oh, it's you, Sir Farm Brando. We haven't seen you in half a year. Why haven't you seen you for a while, and you've grown ugly?" Duke watched with dozens of survivors on the decks of the two ships, Duke He ruthlessly mocked Farm Brando, who had been demonized.

"I'm going to scrape off your skin to make a rug," Fame growled and rushed over again, but this time he wasn't quite a charge, and he could see the dark light on his two paws.

Unfortunately, the gap is too big.

Fam Brando, who was kicked out of the Storm King Spell School in disguise by Duke, missed Dalaran's enrollment last year. As a result, before becoming a demon, Sir Brando was still just a magic apprentice.

The devil is divided into three, six and nine. The stronger the existence, the stronger it becomes.

Like a guy with a general qualification like Fam, who has been deserted for more than half a year, where can he go?

Not to mention that Duke is now a Master of the Sky, even if Duke is a Master of the Earth, he can be easily hanged.

Twelve mage's hands stood out, and the arcane missiles fired were already rainstorm-level for Fam.

"噗噗 噗噗"

Everyone was stunned. The terrible demon in their eyes, unmatched by rivals, was just a target in Duke's hands.

Each arcane missile can easily blast a muscle on Brando's arm or thigh directly into powder. As many missiles hit, there were as many holes or gaps in Brando's body.

"Ah, ah, ah, wow" In the echo of Brando's scream, all the other moans and groans were covered up.

Within ten seconds, Brando had become a human stick, oh no, it was a demon stick.

Broken hands and feet, a horrible blood hole the size of a personal fist appeared on the body, and each blood hole was spitting blue and purple demon blood.

Even so, Brando wasn't dead yet.

Rolling in pain on the ground, writhing like a worm writhing his scarred body, Farm Brando laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Duke! In the final analysis, you are just as filthy as me. What saints to save the world? What heroes to fight against orcs? You are not as full of revenge and hatred as me! Hahahaha! I look down on you as a hypocrite. I know you won't let me go, so I'll wait for you in hell! Hahahaha! "

Unexpectedly, a huge ice coffin wrapped Brando, ending the demon's life.

Looking at a flaming warship in the distance, Duke said to himself: "I just killed a demon, but this demon happens to be called Farm * Brando." (To be continued.)