All the immortal corpse wizards stopped fighting, separated like a tide, and retreated.

One is an immortal corpse-eating wizard with white light in his eyes, and the other is an immortal corpse-eating wizard with blood red eyes, with clear camps.

Three figures slowly emerged from the snow forest by the lake.

One of them looked like an old fisherman wearing a black straw raincoat from a distance. He bent his waist and his black robes were cracked into strands. However, even though his black robes were already very tattered, they still had a terrible aura.

There is a magician with a longbow on his back. He is tall and riding a giant monster.

The giant monster looks very much like a toad, but it is more than three meters long and is surrounded by black flames.

The flying black flames even covered the face of the magician carrying a longbow on it.

The two magicians gave people the feeling that they were both weird and powerful. However, when they walked out with another magician, they gave everyone the feeling that these two magicians were just servants of that person.

The man was not tall, but every time he took a step, white ice crystals and blood waves appeared alternately under him, like the blessing of a god.

That is not about using technology, but about the effect formed by the stimulation of the body's magic power.

It's really you...it's finally time to stop...

Looking at this magician who was not tall but exuding unimaginable power, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Beiro's mouth.

"So strong! Is this guy who killed these magicians and turned into such monsters? Beiro, do you know this guy?" Chris saw the abnormal expression on Beiro's face and asked quickly.

"Have you actually stimulated the deepest power of the ancestral blood and completed the baptism of the Shura Field?"

At this moment, the voice of the magician who appeared alternately with white ice crystals and blood waves under him came from afar, "It's worthy of being my Bescher's son. It really makes me feel a little proud of you."

"What!"

Moss, Chris and others were all shocked, and their eyes were all focused on Bello.

"But I am ashamed of having a father like you." Beiro's eyes were filled with impulse and mockery. "Only by killing you with your own hands, such shame will disappear."

"What the hell is going on... This guy is Bero's father? Bero he..." Moss looked at Bero blankly, unable to understand what kind of story there was between Bero and this magician.

"Why do you feel ashamed?"

The magician spoke indifferently.

The two attendants and sorcerers beside him stopped, but he continued to move forward until he reached the forefront of all the strange sorcerers with white eyes. Until Chris and others saw his face clearly, they stopped.

This is a middle-aged magician who looks very similar to Bello.

His face was filled with a look of confidence, coldness and mighty expression that could not be described in words.

His whole body was covered with ice and snow, and even his pale face was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, and every strand of hair shone with crystal ice light.

But unlike all these weird magicians, the flesh and blood in his body were filled with strong vitality, and the heat emitted from his body spurted out along the ice layer from under his feet.

This is not an ordinary magician at all, but a legendary character.

"The power of fearing something is just the idea of ​​the weak. My son, do you think it is a shame to pursue strength and become a stronger person?" Beiro's cold smile became stronger, and he seemed to disdain to say more to the magician. However, the magician looked at Beiro with his eyes shining with ice light and said proudly.

"Do I want to kill all of them?"

Beiro still didn't say anything, but the magician looked at Beiro quietly and continued: "I just wanted to use the power of the Ice Lich Bone Box. They were desperately trying to stop me and kill me."

Chris and Moss listened in a daze. They looked at Bello and the magician and vaguely knew what was going on.

"Just because I fear the power of something, I have to forcibly stop and destroy those who want to obtain the power of that thing, my son, don't you think that it is an idea that only the weak will have? Do you not feel ashamed of me if I want to be killed by them in obedience?" A look of mocking appeared on the magician's face.

"I don't care about the ice lich bone box, and I don't care whether others want to destroy the ice lich bone box, but you just want to get this magician weapon left by the Evil Dragon King... I don't care about the strong and weak. I only know that I was very happy in the clan and carefree. Everyone around me treated me well, but all those people were killed by you..." Bello finally spoke out, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be flowing. "I only know that every night, they were covered in blood, and they wanted me to avenge them."

"Then what you mean is that I should be killed by them, and then, will you avenge me?" the magician shook his head and laughed.

"Bastard! Is it because your clan wants to destroy an evil dragon king's magic weapon. If you want to possess that magic weapon, you will kill everyone in the clan who wants to stop you!"

Chris' angry voice suddenly rang at this moment, "A magician wants to become powerful, there is no mistake at all, but he wants to become powerful, but there are many ways. If he wants to become powerful, he cannot get the recognition of anyone around him, then there must be a problem! If he wants to become powerful and kill everyone in the clan in order to become powerful, there is no excuse!"

"Bastard! You and Belo's high-level orc bloodline must be descendants of the most powerful orc tribe back then. The most powerful orc tribe back then stood up to fight against the Evil Dragon King at the first time... In order to fight against the Evil Dragon King, all the powerful orc tribes were destroyed. The remaining orcs were desperate and unwilling to see a new Evil Dragon King appear again. They wanted to destroy things that might become the accomplices of the Evil Dragon King, but as one of them, you were just greedy for power and killed all relatives who wanted to stop you. Isn't it shameful for people like you?" Mos trembled all over, but he also shouted out angrily.

"The reason why it perished is just because it is not strong enough."

The magician who appeared alternately with white ice crystals and blood waves under him shook his head, "I just don't want to be like everyone else. Since the weak are born to be slaughtered by the strong, it is better to die in my hands and become my strength instead of dying in the hands of others."

"My son."

A strange fanaticism shone in his eyes. He looked at Beiro, "What flows in your body is my blood. You have cultivated into the body of the bloody yaksha in just such a short time. You should stand with me. Only people like you and me can build a stronger orc empire."

"I don't think so." Beiro shook his head, "A person who can't even believe his own strength and needs to rely on the object of abhorrent blood to gain strength and confidence will definitely not be a real strong man. An orc like you, who is not pure orc empire, is not a pure, proud and powerful orc empire. If it is to be established, it can only be established by someone like me."

"Yes, Bello is so crazy and impulsive, and the orc empire established by all orcs is pure, right?" Mos was stunned for a moment and said this, but then subconsciously said, "But if all of them are guys like Bello, that empire will be very dangerous."

"Moss, stupid! Are you infected by Si Dinghan?" Chris shouted at him depressedly, "He is still saying such things at this time."

"Very good...it's because it's all guys like you that the orc empire dies quickly." The magician with white ice crystals and blood waves under him looked at Beiro meaningfully, "So, are you still sure you want to fight with me and want to kill me?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Beiro reached out and touched his teeth. His teeth became extremely sharp, cutting his fingers.

"But you are too weak to kill me." The magician who alternated with the white ice crystals and blood waves under him shook his head, looking sympathetic.

Bello smiled, and blood beads fell from his teeth, "Kill you, or be killed by you."

"After today, maybe you will understand."

"Are these three your entourage magicians?"

The magician looked up at the sky, then looked at the bat and Nerico beside Bello, with the black snake eyes, "It's too weak... Even the entourage magician is so trash."

The moment he said this, the frost army behind him separated like a tide.

Among his two attendants, the magician riding a giant monster and carrying a longbow suddenly opened his longbow and shot an arrow at Bello.

"Swish!"

All the burning black flames on the giant monster suddenly surged up, and the figure of the magician twisted and suddenly turned into the shape of a burning god of death.

The arrow light he shot suddenly disappeared in the air.

A chain burning with black flames fell on Bello and the three entourage magicians at the same time.

"Soul Burning Sagittarius!" Yu Guang widened his eyes and exhaled softly.

A blood flashed on Beiro's body, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

But the bat, Nerike and Black Snake Eye were stiff all over and could not move at all. Their faces were extremely distorted and they looked extremely painful.

Is this a mental attack technique?

Can you get attacked from such a distance?

Mos jumped back in horror and couldn't help but scream, "Yu Guang, what is the Soul-burning Sagittarius?"

"The legendary slasher who sacrificed his soul to the demon... But in fact, it should be some kind of magician with particularly abnormal mental power. They can intercept their mental power and conduct ultra-long-distance strikes, just like burning the other party's soul." Yu Guang took a deep breath and said slowly, "This kind of magician is also a legendary existence in the Dragon War."
Chapter completed!