The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Next, the black hand launched a terrifying attack like a storm.

For the average person, an attack that needs to be done with all his strength is just casual to the black hand, and it does not consume physical strength at all: every hit he hits can hit a sonic boom that tears the air, and every shot hits the ground. Leave a smashed pit.

But Yrel did not take the initiative to fight with him at all. Even in the face of the black hand, the girl still followed Ye Ting's teachings and remained calm. She deeply understands that even if she has a talent that is considered a strange power to ordinary people, this power can never be compared with a guy like Black Hand. As a woman, a draenei, her weakness for black hand is an objective fact, and she must not use her shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths.

Her advantage lies in skill, endurance, and even more energy in the body.

Therefore, she is now like a loach, and she has an extraordinary anticipation of the Black Hand’s attack. No matter how the Black Hand tries to attack, Yrel will quickly dodge one step in advance. Faced with an attack that is really inevitable, she Will use the shield of the left hand to skillfully deflect the enemy's attack.

"Damn blue scum, face me!"

Blackhand was angered by Yrel's tactics.

The warchief of the tribe has never faced this kind of battle. He once carried the two-headed flying dragon and killed it himself, and made its skeleton into his own armor now; he has also fought with ogres, one-eyed monsters, and even warriors. Long fight; he once beheaded the shamans, arakkoa and ogre magicians of rival clans; he once defeated Kargas, the best one among the orcs, but he has never encountered it before. Such a mind dodges and resolves the opponent who is attacking.

"Face me! Yrel! Jumping up and down like this, do you deserve to be the leader of the draenei?"

After several sets of combos were defeated, the black hand could only be incompetent and furious.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Yrel's mouth sneered: "Do you know how many Greenskins and your master demon I have eliminated? Your former subordinate Kargas, your master Dreadlord, Lord of the Abyss... To be honest, Compared to them, you are really far behind!"

"Uh ah ah ah!"

The black hand let out a huge roar.

The terrible battle roar is like a thunder, even if the strong fighter hears it, he will be shocked to move. If the ordinary soldier is beside him, he may even be shocked. Even Yrel was briefly unconscious under this roar.

Taking this opportunity, the black hand squeezed the warhammer, and the warhammer in his hand drawn a hot hurricane, which was about to hit his opponent.

But at a critical moment, an inner strength bloomed in Yrel's mind, helping her dispel the interference of the battle cry and regain consciousness.

That is the power from the holy light and the shadow, from the light and shadow Tai Chi, reaching the inner power.

At the last moment, Yrel escaped the blow dangerously and dangerously. Instead, a boulder was shattered. The fragments of the boulder were scraped, causing pain in the archon’s cheek, but she still escaped the fatal blow.

But her movements didn't stop, and the girl raised the shield in her left hand to her chest again, and the power of the holy light bloomed on the surface of the shield. The next moment, a hot fist rushed to it and collided with the shield. Yrel was shook back several steps by the huge force, but he resisted the blow anyway.

At this time, in order to avoid damage to the mount, both sides of the battle were already walking. On the other side of the battlefield, the Blackhanded Clefthoof and Yrel's Immortal also fought together.

Blackhand’s battle cry finally made the credit. Yrel was able to dodge the first blow and block the second blow, but because of the battle cry, whether it was evasion or resistance, Yrel did not have the calmness he had before. Veteran fighters and experienced black hands naturally have to seize the opportunity and press on every step of the way.

"boom!"

Another big rock was smashed to pieces by the warchief, and the rubble was scattered everywhere.

Taking advantage of Yrel's unsteady steps because of dodge, Black Hand was finally able to attack her.

"clang--"

Although the Delaney Archon had no time to raise the shield, she still had a warhammer in her right hand.

Chapter 1163: Fire Element's Power on Light and Shadow

Perhaps it was the previous showing of weakness that made Black Hand misjudged, underestimating the opponent's strength, or underestimating the explosive power brought by the Holy Light and Shadow, Black Hand did not expect that Yrel would actually block his onslaught.

No, it's more than just blocking.

At this time, the warchief of the tribe had already opened the empty door because of the continuous attack. This kind of problem is not a big deal when the opponent has no counterattack, but Yrel is not the weak "Talboon" that black hands often encounter. On the contrary, she is a powerful "Thunder Elephant." A proud male lion.

After blocking the black hand's attack, Yrel, who had always carried a two-handed warhammer in one hand, skillfully stretched out his left hand, put the shield on his wrist, and then held the warhammer with both hands and launched his own counterattack.

Holy Light·Furious Seal!

Shadow·Frenzy Rune!

Under the dual blessing of the power of holy light and shadow, Yrel burst out with tremendous power in an instant.

The Black Hand's warhammer was instantly bounced by this sudden force.

At this moment, the original amethyst eyes of the draenei archon were already red. She held the hammer in both hands, raised the warhammer high behind her head, and then swung it down forcefully.

"you--"

At this time, Black Hand had no time to dodge or parry. He had only time to block his right hand in front of him, and the purple crystal warhammer slammed directly into his face.

"Boom—"

Yrel's power is certainly not as good as Black Hand, but he was hit by the double buff of light and darkness, but he was still strong. The warchief of the tribe was beaten out on the spot and flew out several meters, falling into a cloud of dust.

"Crack it—"

Although the obsidian-like right hand made Black Hand avoid the result of disfigurement on the spot, it does not mean that the damage he received was not high. The sturdy "Black Hand" that had made him proud was smashed into a pit by the huge force on the warhammer. , Even the pair of dragon heads with his proud double-headed flying dragon armor as the shoulder armor was smashed in a big piece.

Upon seeing this, Yrel wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

But he underestimated the horror of the orcs after drinking the blood of Mannoroth.

The heavy damage received did not destroy the Black Hand’s fighting spirit, but made the tribe’s warchief even more violent: Facing Yrel’s pursuit, he immediately launched a brutal counterattack regardless of Yrel’s attack, and did not resist Yrel’s attack. The left-handed Blackrock Warhammer hit Yrel's shoulder directly with the injury.

Blackhand doesn't care about his life, Yrel doesn't think so. She had to give up the attack and quickly avoided.

The black hand cut a hole again.

Of course, this meant that Yrel lost the initiative again.

But what Yrel has patiently is that she doesn't care about this. From the beginning, she has the intention of defensive counterattack.

After such a few rounds, the black hand gradually lost his mind in the frustration of nothing and the anger of being hit hard.

"Despicable blue guy! He only knows how to make a living!"

At this time the black hand began to feel extreme anger, and the warchief roared at Yrel and shouted: "But everything about you is just in vain. I will catch you, defeat you, and tear you to pieces! Blindly avoid It won't bring victory, just die!!!"

"Blindly defeating people can't bring you victory, green-skinned man." Yrel also viciously ridiculed the black hand and sneered: "The devil gets a minion, you can't even beat anyone, so what do you say? To win?"

In the dungeon of Highmaul, in Auchindoun's temple, Yrel was abused many times under Ye Ting's men. Although the two worlds are not completely figured out in magic, martial arts are not within the scope of the rules. Blackhand is certainly powerful, but after experiencing endless martial arts originated from countless mythological heroes, demigods, and even Gods of War, his attacks are only commendable in Yrel's eyes, and they are not so difficult to avoid.

As a result, the battle fell into a stalemate.

The battle between the leaders of the two races is like the most magnificent performance: the never-ending onslaught of the black hand is like a scorching steel storm, the warhammer and the black fist are intertwined, the fire element contained in the body is fully opened, and the high temperature makes the nearby air Distorted completely.

At this time, he was like the Lord of Flames coming to the world, exuding the purgatory flames that burned all things.

Compared with him, Yrel's petite and slender figure is like a smart light and shadow. The girl accurately avoided a series of onslaught that deflected the black hand, and then looked for a chance to counterattack. Although it was almost a black hand attack that Yrel could only fight back once, Yrel was firmly in control of the initiative from beginning to end throughout the entire battle.

On the other side of the battlefield, the draenei’s cavalry had successfully penetrated into the vicinity of the magic artillery. The several magic artillery were all destroyed by the close-range volley of the crystal focus guns, and all the fel ammunition reserves were also destroyed. Was detonated. Now Yrel can completely stop the decisive battle with Black Hand and immediately retreat, because their strategic goal has been achieved.