Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 402: Lizard

Unlike the others, Duke completely ignored Rhonin. The dragon's figure was reflected in his eyes. But whether it was Rhonin or the dragon, Duke didn't really care about either of them.

Duke is concerned about Deathwing.

If he couldn't attract Deathwing's attention and arouse the interest of the black dragon king, then no matter how much he did, it would be in vain.

There is no warlock in the entire alliance so far. No one except warlocks can use the artifact Demon Soul. Even if Duke is a warlock, he will not use this method to seize control of Alexstrasza.

Of course, how the current situation will end is also a problem.

A young dragon with a body length of 23 or 24 meters and a wingspan of nearly 20 meters. If left alone, the fact that it would not come down and would hover high in the sky to keep watch when the demon spirit called the dragon would be enough to cause trouble for the five-man team.

After arriving, Vereesa tried to use the power she gained from the Storm Altar to aim at the dragon's eyeball. She failed. Three hundred meters above the ground, the wind had become extremely chaotic. She had indeed awakened the power of the wind, but that was more about mastering the wind, not using the storm to strengthen her own power like her elder sister.

Don't think that a dragon's eyeballs are a weakness and can be easily hurt. As long as the dragon is over a thousand years old, that layer of transparent eye membrane will be as hard as steel.

Vereesa bit her lower lip lightly and said loudly: "If anyone has a solution, you'd better use it now."

Everyone first turned their attention to Marian, who was the best fighter among the five. But the Great Master Grand Magus spread his hands and said, "Too far away."

Everyone noticed that what Marianne said was: It's too far, not that it can't be hit.

Then everyone ignored the pale and bewildered Rhonin, and the short-handed Paladin, and turned their attention directly to Duke, the core figure of the team.

Duke looked at the giant red dragon hovering in the sky and asked Vereesa, "Can you help me guide my magic?"

"How?"

"I need you to blow the elemental particles from my body onto that big lizard."

Vereesa was not stupid. She was smart and immediately understood what Duke meant: regardless of the power of the magic, just because the direction of the wind could change at any time, it would be difficult for the magic to accurately hit a target a hundred meters away.

In fact, in a large-scale war, without a large magic circle specially designed for war to amplify magic power, it is impossible to coordinate the magic power and magical power of so many wizards in the mage corps.

What Vereesa did was actually some kind of amplification.

Even if they don't know how to use magic, the high elves are sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Without caring about avoiding suspicion, Vereesa almost pressed her entire body against Duke's back, then raised her hand and pointed at the giant dragon 300 meters above the sky.

A breeze blew from behind the two of them, and silver hair fluttered in the wind, gently caressing Duke's face.

The three people nearby were all stunned, because at that moment, they felt that the hair colors of the two people matched unexpectedly. The picture they saw was a wonderful fusion of the two figures.

Even though a beautiful woman was hugging him gently from behind, Duke had no time to be distracted. He carefully sensed the trajectory of the fire element that was escaping from him.

In the retina, you can see that the system AI is calculating the shooting trajectory at high speed using a three-dimensional model.

Wind direction, wind speed, the speed at which the flame element escapes...

All the data flashed in Duke's mind.

This time, Duke raised his right hand and placed it under Vereesa's arm, and their arms overlapped. Duke then raised his left hand and placed it on Vereesa's right arm.

As they whispered the spell, a fireball the size of a washbasin suddenly condensed in front of their fingertips.

The fireball was very small, as small as those magic apprentices who had just learned the Fireball Spell. With a slight "bang", the fireball flew out.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert sees the details.

Gavinrad was just a spectator, but Marian and Rhonin were staring with their eyes wide open, their gazes fixed on this small fireball.

The fireball, with a conspicuous tail flame, shot up into the sky in a crooked manner.

If it was a magic apprentice's fireball, it would dissipate after flying about thirty meters. Duke's fireball was different. Although it seemed to be only about the size of a bonfire in a brazier, after climbing fifty meters, the two of them suddenly discovered that Duke's fireball did not dissipate at all.

Almost as many fire elements as were sent out, and there were still the same number after shooting fifty meters.

A hundred meters passed.

Two hundred meters.

Two hundred and fifty meters.

It was only at this moment that the fireball began to shrink noticeably, not visually, but in terms of the reduction in the elemental energy it contained.

At first, the giant dragon flying in the sky just roared to notify his compatriots to come to support him from a distance. He didn't care about the fireball at all. In the eyes of the giant dragon, human magic is just a show-off as long as it exceeds a certain distance, just like the fireworks they play with.

It's wrong.

The fireball still did not disappear. On the contrary, it was getting closer and faster. It actually accelerated twice.

"Roar——" the red dragon was angry.

Using fireball in front of a red dragon that specializes in fire was a provocation in itself. Not to mention, this small fireball actually looked like it could hit it.

"Huff!" Without thinking, the red dragon blew out dragon breath in an attempt to dissolve the fireball.

Something strange happened again. The small fireball actually turned in mid-air, drawing a dazzling arc, bypassing a large area of ​​dragon breath, and then accelerated for the third time. Finally, the fireball hit the lizard face of the dragon.

The red dragon itself has a natural fire resistance, so the damage of the fireball is not high.

But this is a slap in the face!

In the true sense, from every angle and in every sense of the word, it is a slap in the face.

Most red dragons have bad tempers.

Without waiting for reinforcements, the thousand-year-old red dragon flapped its wings and descended rapidly from the sky.

It will teach these tiny humans who dare to challenge its majesty a horrific lesson that they will never forget until their death.

The dragon swooped down, and everyone's eyes were now immediately on Marianne.

This powerful member of the Silvermoon Council immediately displayed the might of the Great Master of the Archmage. Complex arcane energy patterns that were difficult for outsiders to understand spread out under her feet, and the lines condensed by the arcane energy formed a magic circle with a diameter of ten meters, as if it were a work of art in itself.

Every inch of the magic circle was flowing with magic power at high speed, and it was constantly running at high speed. Then, just when the dragon dived to a place less than 50 meters above the ground, countless claw-like magic tentacles suddenly appeared and caught the dragon in a net.