The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter - Chapter 963

Brutal collision!

Just like Yrel broke through the magma, the black hand slammed out of the shadow energy, and his head was directly on Yrel’s breastplate. Yrel had no idea that he could do this, and he was hit before he could even react.

Then, the Blackrock Warhammer hit her chest.

Yrel was injured again, was knocked into the air more than ten meters, fell to the ground, a large amount of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“hateful……”

Yrel was dizzy by this unexpected collision. When she barely got up and just reached out to wipe off the blood, she looked up and saw a terrifying scene.

The wounds on Black Hand are all healing.

Chapter 1165 Fighter vs. Shadow Spellcaster

Unlike after coming to Azeroth, the orcs who had just drunk the blood of Mannoroth for only a few years had their power at their peak and had not yet begun to experience the blood thirsty, malaise, and depravity that followed. With the help of his powerful physique and fallen blood, he quickly recovered. In the blink of an eye, the **** black hand injury had already recovered seven or eighty-eight.

Now he was rushing towards Yrel in a big stride.

“The leader of the blue skin, you are different from your cowardly compatriots. You are strong and brave.”

The Black Hand strode towards Yrel: “But after all, you can’t understand the power of the truly great. After allegiance to the great, we received an unimaginable reward. Look, this power is bestowed by the great. Enemy with the great, you are doomed to fail!”

“Devil’s gift?” Yrel couldn’t help but sneer after hearing this. He still didn’t know what the devil’s gift was about?

In order to achieve his goals, the fallen Titan Sargeras is not just blindly killing and killing, he will also use strategies and tactics, and will also gather his men. This is how he tempted the Eredar clan at the beginning, and so did he recruiting various races to join the Burning Legion. in this way.

But no matter what the Burning Legion and the demons did, in fact, their only goal was to destroy all the worlds and turn the physical universe into a sea of ​​flames.

And no matter how powerful the gift the tribe received from the devil, its ultimate goal is absolutely different from what the tribe imagined.

The black hand approached slowly, and he wanted to say something.

Oncoming was a mass of **** spit. Yrel contemptuously spit on the black hand’s face, and then the warhammer swept across, taking advantage of the black hand wanting to say something, directly hit his right with a hammer. Face.

“UBagronk! (Orc swearing

Half of the black hand’s face was almost smashed into a ball of mud by the warhammer, and a few big teeth flew out of his mouth.

“Ahhhhhhh! Go to hell!”

The Black Hand was really enraged now, he hit Yrel’s warhammer with a hammer, and then, the voice of the warchief was drowned in the violent hurricane.

Whirlwind!

At this moment, the black hand wielding the warhammer turned into a scorching tornado and swept towards Yrel.

“Ding Ding Ding!”

Yrel had an ugly face. She released all her strength. The crystal warhammer and shield attacked together, inconceivably resisting the powerful attack of the black hand. Then, the sacred storm that was launched again enveloped him and the black hand in front of him, hot and hot. The powerful holy light forced the black hand to stop the offensive.

But after continuous damage and amplification, Yrel’s condition is also very poor.

Seeing this, the corner of Black Hand’s mouth showed a bloodthirsty smile. He raised his right arm, lava flowing in his obsidian fist, and at the same time, the earth-shaking anger sounded.

“Success!”

With an aura of ruining the world, the giant fist enveloped the **** sulfur breath struck Yrel’s front door.

Although talented, despite being carefully taught by Ye Ting, although the single-round fighter skills Yrel has also reached the legendary level…

Although there are so many, but still can’t change one thing.

That is, Yrel is still too young. Maybe after a few decades, she will be able to suppress the black hand in strength and martial arts, but now she is still a bit too tender. With strength and physique fully suppressed, She may be able to gain a temporary advantage by virtue of resourcefulness and skill, but she cannot maintain this advantage for a long time.

Of course, after a few decades, the black hand will be aging, but Yrel will not change much. The longevity species has a special advantage in this respect.

But a long life does not mean a stronger ability to resist. Facing this fatal blow, Yrel could only barely lift the shield and block it in front of him.

Then……

“Boom—”

The black hand and the shield collided head-on, as if sparks hit the earth.

The unprepared Yrel was shocked by the force of this blow, and the crystal shield that had accompanied her through the whole war was also turned into fragments in the sky in this terrible blow.

Having lost the weapon in hand, she was in poor condition. If Yrel was a fighter, her failure would have been destined.

However, Yrel is not a warrior after all, but a priest and garrison (priest and paladin) who takes into account the two energies of light and shadow.

When the warchief of the tribe wanted to make two steps and take the opportunity to end the duel, a dazzling golden light shot out from the direction where Yrel fell. The golden light was as dazzling as the sun falling on the ground, so that the black hand I had to cover my eyes to avoid being blinded.

Finally, when the golden light dissipated and Black Hand was able to open his eyes, he suddenly found that Yrel was no longer where he was.

“Where is she, a coward who can only use small tricks?”

The warchief looked around angrily, suspecting that his opponent had already taken the opportunity to escape, but the next moment, in his heart, a deep sense of crisis started from nowhere. This is the intuition that he has cultivated for a long time in battle. This intuition does not know how many times he has been saved on the battlefield.

Following this intuition, the black hand swooped to his side suddenly, and the huge figure at this moment was like a swimming fish.

In the next second, a jet-black energy arrow struck from behind and landed where he was just standing, causing terrible damage.

At the same time, a familiar female voice came from behind:

“Cut, good luck, so how about this.”

Blackhand turned and looked, and saw that Yrel, who was originally covered in golden light and looked like a sacred warrior, had now lost his original brilliance. This is not the destruction of war to her, but the effect of another kind of energy.

At this moment, Yrel seemed to be shrouded in the deepest shadow, and her whole body swallowed up all the approaching light like a black hole. This caused her to be blurred in the eyes of Black Hand, and all she could see was black shadows.

[Shadow Form] Wraps itself with pure shadow energy, which greatly enhances its own shadow spells while losing the ability to use holy light spells.

In fact, in the real World of Warcraft, ordinary people cannot allow light and darkness to coexist, so Dark Animal Husbandry cannot use Holy Light spells. But the shadow form is still not a simple spell, because of the existence of the ancient gods and the void prince, the power of shadow is always tempting its users to fall. Ordinary people must always endure this temptation to become a dark animal husbandry, and entering the dark form rashly will only intensify this process.

But Yrel is different. The coexistence of light and darkness brings not only endless power, but also balance and harmony in her heart. Neither the ancient **** nor the Naaru can affect her thinking.

And now, she was about to show the powerful power of the shadow caster in front of the black hand.

Chapter 1166 Gul’dan’s Flanking Attack

As a person who masters the balance, Yrel’s power to control shadow energy is much greater than that of professions such as shadow priests, death knights, or demon warlocks, and [Shadow Form] has strengthened this ability.

The shadow arrows that should have belonged to the warlock’s mastery quickly gathered in his hand, and then shot at the black hand one after another.

But black hands are not extraordinary people.

This kind of shadow arrow capable of killing any orc warrior was like a pebble thrown by a naughty child in front of the black hand. With a random wave of his black right hand, he smashed it away.