fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 145 The Golden Wheel Dharma King
"Shut up!" Vol'jin couldn't stand the troll's bewitching of his own people, so he flew out with a spear, and flew behind the flame priest who was holding the scepter high and embracing to give a speech.

"Kaka!" However, there was no sound of piercing into the flesh as expected, and the spear was blocked by something.

"Hahahaha! Poor Darkspear chieftain, you are as despicable as your humble god, but unfortunately you are not my opponent!" The flame priest turned around slowly, looked at Vol'jin with a smirk, and looked confident look.

A golden wheel was flying beside him, with a golden flame burning in the center of the wheel, just floating like a flying sword.

"Arrogant fool! I hope you'll be just as arrogant when all you have left is your head!" With nothing more to say, Vol'jin slung his spear pouch over his back and charged at the Fire Priest.

As a heroic shadow hunter, he has nothing to fear.

Raising one's hand is a sorcery, but the sorcery, which is usually invincible, has no effect today.

"Hmph!" The flames ignited beside him, counteracting this force for him.

"I'll let you see the difference between the false god and the true god!" shouted, the flame priest held up his scepter, and the ruby ​​that was already surrounded by flames became more intense, and the flames floating around him The wheel seems to have received some order, from one to three, and then three to nine.

The flywheels spun rapidly, and then flew over in a row aiming at Wojin (for details, please refer to the pile of flywheels on Tongtian Peak, the one that keeps spinning.)
There is no doubt that there are very few guys among the trolls who can be priests. God Loa will not share his power with too many people, and the same is true for Rukhmar. This flame priest is the most devout one she has chosen, so the power It is also the strongest.

Facing such a row of menacing flywheels, Vol'jin didn't want to touch them easily. Fortunately, for an agility hero like him, it was easy to dodge.

So he tried to go around, but he failed.

Going around in a big circle, even if it is a little faster, can't compare with these wheels that go around in a small circle.

Then throw the spear and wait, he doesn't believe that these wheels can block all his attacks.

But fighting is not just about you having the right to take the initiative to attack, the flame priest took the initiative first.

A golden flame fell rapidly from the sky, and the flame against the background of the sun was very difficult for the attacked to detect. If it were not for the loud alarm of Vol'jin's companions behind him, a catastrophe would have happened.

Alerted by his companions, Vol'jin dodged the attack by rolling, and the flames hit the grass beside him, charring it.

Such power!Wojin's pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't be hit.

"Haha! I'm so embarrassed and weak, and I haven't used a ten-thousandth of the power that the fire god bestowed on me." The flame priest laughed exaggeratedly. Rolled up and down, so a lot of dirt and plant debris were stained on his body, which was completely different from the neatly dressed flame priest.

This kind of ridicule made Vol'jin completely angry, and he took out the bottle of mojo that was treasured in his chest.

"I will make you pay for it!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Vol'jin sprinkled the magic essence all over his body, and the water-blue magic essence enveloped Vol'jin like jelly, and then an incredible scene appeared, Vol'jin's eyes turned blood red, and his body swelled at a visible speed .

"Ahhh! Go to hell!" A muffled voice spewed from the innermost part. Vol'jin, who had turned into a little giant, was unprecedentedly agile. He grabbed the throwing spear behind him, and his arms danced like afterimages. , Swish, those spears flew out, hard to see with the naked eye.

The chakrams collided with the spears, but this time they were no longer able to stop the terrifying speed of the attack.

However, the flame priest didn't panic in the slightest. Flywheels have never been Rukhmar's special skill. For this bird that yearns for the sun, flames are her pursuit.

The flywheel was shattered by the lance, so that the flames burning in it were also unbound.

it exploded...

The power of the explosion was neither too big nor too small, just enough to change the flight paths of those spears.

The Flame Priest smiled even more proudly. The scepter he held in front of him was useless. Just as he was about to retract the weapon, a swift figure rushed out from the flames, and Volkin's two calves were about to twitch. It became Hot Wheels, the speed was unreasonable.

So the scepter he was about to put away was raised again, and he tapped it lightly on the ground twice.

The flame gem on the scepter quickly dimmed, and the ground he struck became unstable, and the flame priest quietly stepped back.

The ground buckled quickly, and a ferocious fountain of lava blocked Vol'jin's path.

The ferocious Vol'jin changed direction with both hands and feet. Fortunately, he didn't crash into the magma, but he also crashed into the crowd, leaving a trail of broken arms and limbs.

The magma fountain stopped quickly, and the flame priest looked at the ruby ​​on the scepter with some distress, but he still hadn't forgotten the business, and along this path of death, he walked in front of Vol'jin like a king.

At this time, Vol'jin was lying in the middle of the bloody limbs. Fortunately, he was a hero-level powerhouse, so his body was still intact, otherwise his fate would be the same as these fleshy pieces...

"Look, you are not my opponent at all." The flame priest held up the scepter casually, a golden flame condensed on it, and the terrifying temperature radiated from the flame, and he aimed it at Vol'jin.

Looking at the flames, Vol'jin's blood-red eyes quickly faded, and his body shrank back like a leak.

"You won...kill me..." Vol'jin's eyes were full of sadness. He thought that his tribe had come out of the suffering. He planned to prosper the Darkspear tribe with great enthusiasm, but he didn't expect He was actually defeated by this troll that he had never heard of before.

No... It should be said that he was defeated by the god who had never heard of it. Thinking of this, Wojin showed a sneer in his eyes. Sure enough, Boon Samdi is still too weak...

Vol'jin slowly closed his eyes, waiting only for death to come.

However... a scene that everyone knows happened.

"Why should I kill you?" The flame priest withdrew the flame at the top of the scepter, and at the same time withdrew the scepter.

"I've already said that voodoo is the biggest curse of trolls. False gods are merciless. Once there is any disrespect, those false gods will use the hands of sacrifices to punish them. Haha, such a stingy god, I What's the use of respecting him?"

The Flame Priest stretched out his hand to Vol'jin, regardless of whether Vol'jin agreed or not, he grabbed him and dragged him up, and then cleaned his wound with a healing spell.

"The God of Flame... and the Lord of Light will not! They... are generous and benevolent true gods, and they will not remember the little mistakes of mortals. The young chief, including you, also includes These priests, as long as they know how to go astray, everyone has the possibility to be forgiven..."

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In the western wilderness, many thieves' camps are hidden in this vast wilderness. War taxes, military service, and just a few years have left many families torn apart.

Poor people who can't pay taxes are forced to work as coolies by the government. Some are sent to dark mines, and some are forced to farm like old cows. They can hardly see any hope.

Therefore, more and more people gave up their jobs. Although the nobles tried to guide the people to put their hatred on those enemies, such as the orcs, if they couldn't survive, they couldn't survive. The desire to survive made them give up the so-called " righteousness" and started working outside the law.

In fact, they are thieves. Most of them have never really robbed others. They just want to guard their own food and escape the pursuit of officers and soldiers.

There is such a camp hidden at the foot of a certain mountain, and this group of ragged thieves has fallen into despair at this time.

As refugees, they obviously had no horses, and in their field of vision, a group of knights were galloping towards them.

They can't run faster than a horse, so they can only hold a pitchfork, ready to make a final fight with fate.

Most people think this way, but the facts are always unexpected. These knights did not charge first and then speak viciously. They stopped in front of these people very peacefully. The leader looked at the crowd The shivering people had pitiful eyes.

"Please don't worry! We are Lord Grian's People's Army, we will not do anything to you!"

But how could these people who were frightened by the noble knights listen to him? None of them dared to question these knights. They saw that the knights did not attack but tried to say something. Those who couldn't bear the pressure turned their heads directly. They started running away, so someone took the lead, and they all joined the ranks of running away.

"Don't run! Don't run! We won't hurt you! We won't take your food!"

There were people running everywhere, and the scene became a mess. The knights looked at the scene in a panic.

"Please don't run! Please don't run! We have water! We have food! Please stop! These are all yours!" The knight took out some dried meat from his horse, trying to lure the "thieves" with these things, but nothing happened. No one paid him any attention.

Seeing that they were about to run away if they didn't chase them, the leader of the knights had to grit his teeth and give an order.

"Follow them! Even if you use force, force them to listen to me!"

So the knights pulled out the one-handed hammers from their waists one after another. The round hammer was still covered with a thick layer of cloth, and they rushed out.

After a period of time, these talents were finally gathered together, but they were surrounded by knights like captives.

"Listen to me, we are not your enemies, we will not ask you to pay taxes, and we will not take your food! I am here to bring you good news!"

"good news……"

Perhaps because he was completely hopeless about the future, his words did not attract the slightest attention from these people. Most of them were slumped on the ground with blank eyes.

"Please cheer up! It's in Moonbrook Town! Lord Grian will hold a relief meeting! I believe all of you have heard of Lord Grian's name! He is the most generous noble, with the same Any nobleman is different! A few years ago, Lord Grian shared his property with the people of the west, and you can know it by just asking around."

"Master Grian?" At this moment, a refugee finally replied, but his eyes were still full of death.

"I've heard about this generous lord, he saved a lot of people, if it was him, it might be true, but we are different, we are all the property of other lords, we defected, even Grian Master can't save our fate."

"No! You are not anyone's property! You belong to yourself! You belong to the Holy Light! Master Grian has announced! No matter who it is, as long as they are the people of the Holy Light, they can get his help!"

With that said, the knight got off his horse, took off some food and water bags he was carrying, and put them in front of these people.

"Go and have a look, give Lord Grian a chance, and give yourselves a chance..."

(End of this chapter)