Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 773 Pride and Prejudice

  For the coward Exotus, Charlemagne never expected him to attack the interior of Saffron Castle with the demigods of the wilderness, and this coward didn't have the courage and strength.

   "Exotus, next you will cooperate with Smodron, and falsely pass Ragnaros' order, saying that he will personally execute mortals, and let all other fire elemental lords stand still."

  Exotus nodded hurriedly, as long as he doesn't need to participate in the battle, he doesn't see himself as a combatant, he always thinks he is a managerial talent.

  As for the work of the courier... Naturally, Smodron will do it for him. Before leaving, he punched his father Bellock again to ensure that he can sleep longer.

  The next thing in the rear has nothing to do with Charlemagne for the time being. He wants to concentrate all his energy on killing Ragnaros with the demigods.

  The demigod of the wilderness had told him before that in this land of flames, their strength would inevitably be suppressed to a certain extent.

  Although the suppressing effect is not too obvious, but combined with Ragnaros's home court advantage, the strength gap has been widened a bit due to the ups and downs.

  For Charlemagne, this problem is easy to solve, the quality is not enough, and the quantity is enough.

  With four wilderness demigods who are close in strength to Ragnaros and himself, unless the Fire Demon King is suddenly infused with direct power from the Lord of the Void, he will not be able to run away even with wings, let alone grow legs.

  The interior of Saffron Castle is beautifully built, showing a strange beauty against the scorching magma. Charlemagne has never figured out why Mimiron designed the prison so beautifully...

   Just stepped on the final passage, Ragnaros shouted from the hall at the end.

   "Mortal, it's you again! Come and lead me to death...huh?"

  Charlemagne walked deep down the long passage while looking at the current Ragnaros body.

On the whole, it doesn't look much different from the previous avatar. At most, the orange-red flame of the avatar has turned golden-red, the temperature is obviously higher, and the armor on the body seems to be a little thicker... Although this is not the case. Doesn't make much sense.

Originally, Ragnaros wanted to mock Charlemagne when he saw Charlemagne coming in, but when he saw the four figures walking into the passage behind the mortal, his eyes widened. Eye.

   "Malorne, Cenarius, Goldrinn, Tortola..."

  Although the King of Elements and the demigod of the wilderness don't have much contact, they are both living beings at the same level after all, and they will almost certainly know about each other's existence for tens of thousands of years.

  Seeing the arrival of these four wilderness demigods, Ragnaros' original arrogant demeanor suddenly restrained.

  He resolutely lifted his lower body buried in the lava gradually, and a pair of legs made of fire elements wrapped in armor appeared in the eyes of the five Charlemagne.

   "Yo? Don't talk too much and go directly to the final battle form?"

Charlemagne shot and killed a few giant lava borers that emerged from the magma on both sides of the passage, and said with a half-smile on his face, "This is what makes it interesting, struggle desperately, and show your people the power of the Balrog." Wang's final fighting stance, and then..."

  The smile on Charlemagne's face gradually faded, and the fighting spirit began to cover his whole body, "Glorious death in battle, let them leave a good memory!"

   "Boom!"

Taking the lead through the passage and entering the hall, Charlemagne kicked his feet on the ground, and the power of the vector burst out, dodging before Ragnaros's war hammer fell, and at the same time unambiguously fired consecutive ice energy arrows in his hand. fight back.

  The battle started ahead, and the demigods who were passing through the passage also accelerated their movements... Of course, Tortola was still dragging behind, after all, it was difficult for a tortoise to speed up.

   The impatient Goldrinn jumped up first, and he broke into the battlefield when Charlemagne and Ragnaros started to attack.

  Under the blessing of his own demigod power, Goldrin ignored the high-temperature flames on Ragnaros's body, and the fierce claws and bites forced the Fire Demon King to avoid the edge temporarily.

Cenarius and Malorne, who were running on all fours, also followed closely into the wide platform. Cenarius consciously took a step back and began to provide buffs and treatments to the four allies, which is exactly what he is best at. .

  The moon-white light from Malorne gradually penetrated his body, and Charlemagne could feel the soft but oppressive power of the strongest demigod from half a distance away.

   "Huh!"

  The simple front antlers used by Malorne looked like thousands of horses galloping. Under the terrifying power of the White Deer demigod, Malorne seemed to turn into a silver light.

   When he reappeared, the sharp horns on his head had already touched the armor on Ragnaros' chest, and the Fire Demon King immediately roared in pain.

   "Despicable demigods of the wilderness! You have also fallen, and you have taken siege with mortals!"

  Ragnaros vented his anger, but it seemed that he just hit Goldrinn's sore foot, and the proud wolf **** suddenly became sluggish.

Seeing this situation, Charlemagne hurriedly said in a mocking voice, "That's really nice, why not use it if you have support? I didn't see you give up your home court advantage and fight us outside. As long as you dare to go out, I, Gord You can choose Lin and Malorne!"

"snort!"

Goldrinn seemed to have turned a corner in his mind. He looked up at the hot magma under Ragnaros' feet that was still continuously providing him with energy. The damage caused by Malorne was healed in a short time .

  Ragnaros held up Saffron's hammer and laughed loudly, "Haha! I am the Lord of Fire Demons, and you actually asked me to give up my throne and go outside to fight? What arrogance!"

The five ice energy arrows in Charlemagne's hand shot out again, and while cooling down Ragnaros, the smallest grin shot back, "Arrogance? That's about you, why do you think that the intelligent creatures in the whole world will accept it willingly?" What do you mean by flame purification?"

   "In the final analysis, it's not your arrogance and prejudice that are at fault. You force yourself not to see the progress and development of mortals, and you always cling to the dark empire that was kicked into the ground back then."

With undisguised contempt in Charlemagne's eyes, Ragnaros gave the final blow, "The remnants of the old era that can't keep up with the development of the times and were abandoned by the world, let this prison you are in be your burial place! "

   The furious Ragnaros ignored Goldrinn's bite beside him, and the Saffron hammer in his hand smashed at Charlemagne with golden-red flames.

   "Shut up! My cause is righteous! The flames will purify everything, and you moths of the planet are doomed to submit to the flames!"

Seeing that the piercing damage had little effect on Ragnaros, who could heal almost infinitely, Charlemagne took it back very simply. Thoridar took out Frostmourne and the Maw of the Blue Dragon from his backpack, and jumped back to avoid it. Hammer is ready to cast a spell.

   "Come on! Indulge in the Fire Lord of the past, today I will let you personally experience the mortal glory of the new era!"