MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 791 Turtle head that stretches at the speed of light

  Chapter 791 The turtle head that stretches at the speed of light

   This flame turtle named Vocalos can even be compared to Tortola in terms of size, but judging from the extremely aggressive restless flames on it, it should be completely different from Tortola's talent.

  The battlefield in the sky is already in full swing. The instant product Twilight Dragon and the genuine Dragon Legion can tell the difference at a glance. No matter in terms of combat wisdom or experience, Twilight Dragon is far behind.

   Not to mention that the Dragon Legion was still prepared in advance and did not care about mental calculations. At this moment, it was completely suppressing the Twilight Dragon. From time to time, adult Twilight Dragons and Twilight Dragons fell from the sky screaming.

On the contrary, the dragon army received very little damage. This time, all the elites of the four-color dragon army were brought out. There was not a single young dragon. You have to stomp your feet.

   "Whoosh!"

Charlemagne tentatively shot a round of ice energy arrows at Vocalos. Sure enough, although this guy's armor defense has inherited the strength of a turtle-like creature, at least it is not as hard as Tortola, which makes people desperate. Degree.

   At any rate, the arrows shot by Charlemagne can penetrate into the back armor, and the ice arrows shot by Vocalos' limbs are more effective.

   From the painful expression on the big tortoise's face, it can be seen that it should have caused some damage. Unfortunately, the arrow shot to the head was wiped out by its flames.

   "How, Prophet?"

   While Charlemagne rushed to the front as the person who attracted attention, he still had time to ask the thoughtful Velen.

   "Is this big guy still alive?"

  Veylon pondered for a while and said, "It should be possible to save it. The power of the void has not been in the brain for a long time. Due to the strong resistance of this turtle, it has not even changed its own power attribute. If you hurry up, it should be too late."

   "That's easy to say!"

  Charlemagne replaced the Eagle Claw, which was more suitable for dealing with such a large creature, and the vector force under his feet exploded with powerful momentum to launch an assault on Vocalos.

While Vocalos spouted high-temperature compressed flames, Charlemagne kicked his feet on the ground and jumped high into the air. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and relying on the impact brought by the high-speed descent, the spear pointed straight at Vocalos. Take it away.

   "That is to say, just beat it until it can't resist!"

  Vokalos instinctively sensed the danger signal from above, and at the critical moment, he used the most instinctive action of a turtle-like creature, shrinking his head!

"Snapped!"

   Although the tortoises move slowly, the speed at which they retract their heads is quite terrifying. Charlemagne's powerful blow unexpectedly missed and hit the ground in front of Vocalos.

   "Not good!"

Just before landing, Charlemagne had no time to adjust his posture. Out of the corner of his eye, Charlemagne saw that huge tortoise head of Vocalos was about to poke out. Carlos bit fiercely.

   "Hoo..."

   With lingering fear, he wiped the cold sweat off his head. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, that huge mouth would have swallowed him whole...

   Azshara's magic support fell on Vocalos at this time, targeting the limbs of the big tortoise, and countless lightsabers condensed from arcane magic were inserted on Vocalos' four feet.

  Bright red blood sprayed out immediately, and Vocalos immediately raised his head to the sky and let out a painful roar.

   In Charlemagne's impression, the big tortoise that was killed by the goblin with a black technology product was unexpectedly difficult. I don't know if it has something to do with being controlled by the power of the void.

   But in the end, after Velen and Azshara restrained Vokalos' four legs, Charlemagne hit it **** the head with the eagle's claws.

   This blow with true energy directly penetrated Vokalos's hard skin into its brain, and soon the big tortoise rolled its eyes white and fell to the ground.

   "It's finally done! Prophet, hurry up and purify it, how long will it take?"

  Veyron stretched out his shining right hand and placed it on Vokalos's huge nose. After a little sensing, he said, "It will be fine in a few minutes, and the degree of infection is not deep."

   While Velen was concentrating on removing the power of the void in Vokaros' body, Charlemagne and Azshara stood beside the giant turtle one after the other.

Azshara is facing the heirs of Vokaros attacking from the rear. These turtle cubs do not have the strong resistance of their father (mother?). Looking at the bloodthirsty eyes in their eyes, they should have completely fallen. Not coming back.

   Azshara was not relentless, and used the arcane singularity that she had learned from Charlemagne a few years ago to pack up and take away these little turtles.

  Charlemagne’s side is to resist the Faceless Men and Twilight’s Hammer Cultists pouring out of the cave. Fortunately, there are not many of them. On the way, Charlemagne also heard an arrogant self-reported house.

   "In the legacy of Al'Akir the Wind Rider, I, the Wind Binder, ha...uh!"

"ha?"

  Charlemagne looked at the female orc who was floating in the sky just now pretending to be aggressive, and now was pierced into a porcupine by an energy arrow, with a confused face, "What are you talking about? Isn't Alakir cold already?"

   "I'm not...reconciled! The hateful high elves..."

  Until the female orc died unwillingly, Charlemagne didn't recognize who this tease was.

  Charlemagne shook his head helplessly, "Hey... You said you were floating in mid-air, didn't you use yourself as a living target? Stand out from the crowd, right? You've become a porcupine now."

  Just at this time, Velen's voice came from behind, "It's done, this loa flame turtle has regained its sanity."

   "Swish Swish!"

  Charlemagne heard the words and immediately burst into a rain of arrows, temporarily blocking the progress of the Twilight's Hammer and the Faceless Man, and jumped to Velen's side with escape.

   Sure enough, the big tortoise lying on the ground with chaotic eyes has now stood up again. From its eyes, it can be seen that this Loa has recovered his sanity.

   Looking sadly at the little turtles that Charlemagne and the others had just landed in the distance, Vocalos said in a thick male voice, "Mortals, thank you for bringing me back to my senses."

  "The minions of the ancient gods... They are destroying my homeland and corrupting my descendants. I implore you to help me."

Charlemagne fired a large number of arrows to seal the hole again at a very fast hand speed, and promised, "Don't worry, even if you don't tell me, we will clean up these Jiebaolian and cultists, maybe we will become neighbors in the future Well, please give me your advice when the time comes.”

   Time was running out, Charlemagne and the others didn't chat too much with the somewhat weak turtle Loado, and the three of them formed a team again and headed towards the entrance of the cave.

   Before entering the interior of the volcano, Charlemagne took the time to look at the battle situation in the sky.

The Dragon Legion has completely suppressed the Twilight Dragon flying out of the crater above. Although there are several largest Twilight Dragons on the side of Deathwing to help, but when the guardian dragon and the four ancient dragons attack in full force, Under the onslaught, they were still crumbling.

   Several small pieces of the armor on his body were torn by Malygos, and scorching magma sprayed out from his body, which made the expression of this fallen black dragon king even more ferocious and crazy.

  'Heh... I don't know if you'll survive until I come out, good luck, Deathwing. '

  (end of this chapter)