Chapter 69 Beheading
"Is this the fire resistance ring that Zou Peng mentioned? How come even I got out of it?"
"If the bison doesn't leave, then why not just leave on your own."
"Well, I understand the principle, but using control skills as displacement is quite cool."
Moo!!!
While Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo were discussing, the Warcraft bison let out an angry moo .
Purple flames rose up from beneath its skin, instantly covering its entire body.
The purple flame brought extremely high temperatures, and the green grass and bushes around it quickly turned yellow and burned, turning into charred traces.
Even Mo Lan, who was more than 20 meters away, could feel the scorching temperature, which immediately made everyone cautious.
"It's on high, everyone be careful."
Ding Jin shouted in a low voice.
"Be careful not to get too close, especially Zou Peng. The temperature of this flame is much higher than that of the fireball. It can burn you to death."
Mo Lan said this with a serious expression, and Zou Peng nodded immediately.
According to Mo Lan's research, the lethality of fireball lies in flames and explosions.
However, the temperature of the fireball was nothing compared to the purple flame, which made Mo Lan nervous.
At the same time, Mo Lan was also slightly excited.
Before, Mo Lan tried to increase the temperature of the fireball spell but failed because it was not within the adjustment range, and he was not sure what kind of spell node structure could produce high temperature.
As a result, the improvement direction of increasing the temperature of fireball and fire wall came to a standstill. However, when Mo Lan saw the purple flames on the bison and felt the temperature, he understood.
The opportunity...has come.
Mo Lan murmured somewhat happily.
"Come on, come on, I must beat you to death today.
I, Mo Lan said so! "
Mo Lan said fiercely.
"If I can't kill you, then I will...get others to beat you together."
Before he finished speaking, the monster bison rushed towards Mo Lan.
A blazing heat approached, leaving a scorch mark wherever the bison passed.
Although he was under a water shield, Mo Lan could still feel the temperature rising, and the water shield on the outside was boiling and fluctuating rapidly, as if it would break at the next moment.
Mo Lan's eyes were calm, magic power surged out, and a wind blade quickly took shape and whizzed away.
At the same time as the wind blade attacked, Mo Lan began to build a fire resistance ring.
Unconsciously, Mo Lan waved his fingers, and found that the magic power accompanied by the dancing of fingers could form nodes faster, thus forming the spell model faster.
This discovery gave Mo Lan a shock, and the speed at which the fire ring was formed became faster.
puff!
The wind blade technique was pierced by the purple jade-like bison horns, the wind was howling, and the purple flames on the bison's body were crackling, but they were still firmly attached to the surface of the bison's body.
Seeing this, Mo Lan quickly activated the Fire Resistance Ring. The approaching bison was covered with purple flames, and its charging momentum stagnated, and it took a few steps back. Mo Lan was blown away again , successfully getting away from the bison.
However, the water shield on his body was also shattered by the high temperature flames of the bison.
The water shield was vaporized the moment it was broken. Mo Lan felt the scorching heat keenly. Looking at the bison getting closer and closer, his expression did not change at all.
The fingers of his right hand slid quickly in front of his body, and the Gale Technique adapted from the Wind Blade Technique quickly took shape, whistling directly towards the lake.
However, Mo Lan did not stand still, but rushed into the wind, using the wind force to double his speed, and shot out like an arrow.
"This is the spell I mentioned that restrains archers and other physical ranged weapons . When the wind blows, arrows and spears will lose their accuracy."
Ding Jin: "...This is obviously also displacement."
Zou Peng fell silent.
Zhang Haobo spoke up at this time.
“Judging from the strength of the spell, it’s probably a level three spell.
So this bison is probably a level seven, eight or nine beast. Should we help?
Now it's a bit of a loss for Mo Lan to die once."
Ding Jin pondered for a moment after hearing this and looked at Mo Lan, whose expression was not at all disturbed.
"Forget it, Mo Lan should have his own plans. We won't move unless he says anything."
As soon as the words fell.
"What are you guys still standing there for, come watch the show!
I will now weaken the flames, giving you an opportunity to attack at close range."
Ding Jin and the other two were stunned when they heard this, and quickly picked up their weapons and rushed forward.
Before they knew it, Mo Lan had already run to the lake with the bison. After using the Gale Spell three times in a row, Mo Lan suddenly turned around and grinned at the bison.
Without looking back, he shouted.
"All three of you, jump."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan pointed behind the monster bison.
The ink cartridge rotated and the yellow light sank into the earth.
Boom! Boom!
The earth shook, and the lake nearby was stirred up into thousands of waves. The bison within the range of the Earth-Splitting Technique had unstable limbs, and seemed to be slightly shaken by the shaking earthquake.
Ding Jin and the other two who were outside the range of the Earth-Splitting Technique fell to the ground, their bodies shaking slightly. They looked at the horrifying scene in astonishment while coming to support.
“Awesome.”
Mo Lan smiled faintly, the index finger of his right hand stopped sliding in front of his chest, and a ring of fire flew towards the bison.
"Fuck, resist the fire ring."
When Zou Peng saw this, he cursed loudly and squatted down and curled up.
The fire ring of resistance exploded in the bison's belly. The huge impact force caused the bison's limbs to slightly leave the ground, and then the bison was blown away and fell into the lake.
"Moo!"
The angry mooing of cows rang out, and a shocking scene appeared.
Even in the water, the purple flames were still burning fiercely, the water around it was boiling, the lake fish had their white bellies turned up, and white mist was everywhere, as if the mountains were burning and the sea was boiling.
"Moo!"
The purple flame burned fiercely in the water and took dozens of seconds to go out.
"He's out of blue."
As soon as the words fell, a high-speed spinning wind-chasing arrow broke through the air.
After the purple flame on the bison disappeared, it came into contact with the water and kept paddling towards the shore.
The wind-chasing arrow arrived in a flash, and the high-speed rotating green tornado stirred up the water. The bison, who was unbalanced in the water, failed to dodge, and the tornado tore the bison's head madly, while the solid arrow directly penetrated deeply into the bull's eyes, causing it to let out a painful and angry whine.
Without waiting for the bison to react, a wind blade hit its neck, leaving a deep scar on it. Blood flowed, dyeing the water red.
After experiencing two consecutive attacks, the bison finally reached the shore, put its front hooves on the shore, and suddenly jumped up.
"Moo!"
The moment the bison landed on the ground, the rock shield formed in Zhang Haobo's hand was pulled up from the ground.
Boom!
The fan-shaped waves caused the bison's body, which had just landed, to sway left and right, while Zou Peng, who had been waiting for a long time, swung the scimitar in his hand violently.
Along with the fluctuations of magic, gusts of fresh breeze appeared around the scimitar and wrist.
Immediately afterwards, the fluctuation of fighting spirit made Zou Peng's hand speed reach its peak.
He stabbed the wound on the bison's neck with the scimitar in his hand.
No, it should have been multiple consecutive high-speed stabs, but it looked like only one.
The blade of the scimitar broke, leaving a deep scar on the bison's neck that was deep enough to see the bone.
The Wind Blade Technique made the final move, completely destroying the last bit of life of the Warcraft Bison.
After the bison struggled violently, four streams of white smoke dispersed and sank into the bodies of several people. The four people looked at each other breathlessly and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
