It had to be said that the Wolf God's all-out attack was quite ferocious.
At least in the first round, Lager could not keep up with Goldring's speed at all.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! " Dozens of claw shadows tore through the air and quickly streaked across the void, imprinting themselves on Lager's huge body and causing him considerable damage.
Ragnaros was not an Earth Elemental Giant, and he did not have a body that could knock the teeth out of dragons. Other than the few metal armor on his body, Lager was dressed like a Berserker. If he changed to a shield and changed his hammer to a spear, he would look like a Spartan with 300 red underpants.
In a rage, Lager swung his hammer at Goldring.
Unfortunately, the difference in size and speed made Lager look like a human lord trying to deal with a white mouse that had crawled all over his body.
The waist between Lager's breastplate and belt was as big as a racecourse for Goldring.
If Lager had focused all his attention on Goldring, the Bear Brothers would have already arrived.
"Oh, ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! "Two pairs of bear paws flew up and down, each of them able to hit a large patch of lava from Lager's waist.
When Lager tried to send these two huge opponents flying with a sweep, it was Tortoise God Totora's turn to face his hammer.
When he released a large-scale fire spell, it was Duque and Aiweina's long-range attacks.
Aiweina's attack power was limited, and could only be considered a nuisance at most.
Duque, the thief who had stolen the Origin of Fire, was the one who was aggressive.
Just think about it, even Cenarius had started casting Frost spells. How could Duque, the demigod of the Weave, not attack?
A terrifying icicle large enough to make Orgrimmar the main beam of the Great Hall of the Great Chieftain appeared out of thin air and stabbed straight at Lager. The fifteen-meter-long icicle was sharp at the front and thick at the back. It was a fatal nail.
Lager could imagine that if he was stabbed by this icicle, he would be in big trouble.
The icicle contained terrifying frost elements, and he felt as if Duque had forcefully compressed an entire iceberg into this icicle.
"[Meteor]!" He could no longer care about anything else. A huge fiery meteor suddenly solidified in mid-air. With extreme precision, it struck Duque's icicle from above.
A victorious smile appeared on Duque's face — I'm not afraid that you won't fight back, I'm only afraid that you won't accept my challenge!
To condense a fireball, one needed to inject willpower.
Duque was such a scoundrel. As soon as Lager put his will in, Duque's willpower would follow. The two wills launched a fierce attack in the air in a way that mortals couldn't see.
One side was furious.
One side was a grindstone made of flesh and blood. It spun continuously like a tornado, grinding away at Lager's willpower.
Lager was a veteran Demigod and the only master of the Fire Elemental Realm for tens of thousands of years. His strength was unquestionable.
Unfortunately, as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands!
The icicles that Duque threw at him were enough to keep Ragnaros busy. Not to mention the Demigod Fire Demon Hunter who was trying his best to please his new master, six Gods of the Wilderness, and more than half of the mortal hero group.
Countless injuries were left on Ragnaros' burly and huge body. For a moment, he wished that his body was covered in armor. Then, he wouldn't have to suffer so many physical injuries for no reason.
Right now, he was like a water bag riddled with holes. Magma was gushing out from almost every corner of his body.
In the past, the magma was just a part of his body that he constantly replaced.
Now, it was his life force that would never return …
"Duque — Marcus —" Ragnaros let out the loudest roar since the start of the battle. He raised his [Savras] war hammer high and bent his body backward. He didn't even notice that the middle finger of his naturally extended left hand was bitten off by Goldring.
Lager was going all out!
Right at this moment, the space that was filled with red and yellow was dyed with a more dazzling golden line.
Duque disappeared!
A Mage's most common spell was [Flash]!
For 99.99% of the Mages in the world, Flash was only a spell used for escaping.
Even after Duque transmigrated, it had been like this for a long time.
This time, it was a little different.
Between the afterimage that he left at the place where he used Flash and the figure that appeared in the air behind Lager after he flashed, there was a thin golden line connecting the afterimage and the body.
Only the top demigods who paid the most attention to the overall situation would notice that there was a hole in Lager's seemingly thick and hard black metal breastplate — a hole that could allow a human to pass through.
Through this hole, the thin golden line continued to extend backward.
It pierced through the northern wall of Sapron Fortress outside the huge lava lake and even the spatial barrier of the Land of Fire.
At this moment, on Duque's [Song of Light and Shadow], there was a fist-sized crimson bead.
It wasn't quite right to call it a bead, because those with sharp eyes, such as the Crow Goddess Avina, were surprised to see that the bead was contracting and expanding like a human heart.
It was pulsating!
It was similar to the beating of a heart!
If one was observant enough, they would notice that as the bead was pierced, its pulsation became slower and slower, and the pulsation became smaller and smaller.
"This is …" Cenarius couldn't believe his eyes.
Ragnaros, whose chest had been pierced, finally showed a second expression other than anger. It was a look of horror and fear.
Lager let out a scream that didn't match his usual deep voice. "No —"
A very strange scene happened.
He thought that as the King of Fire Demons and the ruler of the Land of Fire, Ragnaros' death would be grand and heroic.
Even if it was sh * t!
It should be a big explosion!
A mushroom cloud or something!
Unfortunately, it didn't happen!
When Duque stabbed Ragnaros with his sword and took away the last 1% of his HP, Lager's death only melted like a candle under high temperature.
The ten-story-tall body turned into the most common form of lava in the Land of Fire. It began to melt and flow in all directions, flowing back into the lava lake through the holes on the platform.
His pauldrons, breastplates, and bracers, which weighed at least a hundred tons, all slid down along the melting body and finally fell off the body of the King of Fire Demons.
The earthworm-shaped runes on the equipment that were once shining dimmed.
If it weren't for the huge equipment that still retained the appearance of the Titans, one would even think that they were natural scrap metal and not the equipment of the once glorious King of Fire Demons.
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