Well, first of all, we must admit that this orc lady who remembers that should be called Bassa is probably a bit petite and exquisite in terms of orc body size, but in terms of human aesthetics, it is definitely tall and toned, without bloated and beautiful muscles, only a streamlined body shape full of strength and speed like a cheetah. In addition, if the lower half of her face is really removed, even by the standards of an elf, it will definitely be considered a rare beauty.

Looking back at the time, I had tried a few moves with the other party. In Lu Xi's image, this orc shaman who was considered beautiful except for buck teeth, was originally a very free and generous young lady. If it weren't for the time to communicate, Lu Xi might be happy to chat with the other party. Maybe both sides have a very common language and can become good friends... Well, if I think about it carefully, I spent a lot of effort to win when I fought with this orc. At this age, the golden level 6 has improved its strength a little more than when I met last time, and she is still an excellent shaman who is fully qualified to call herself a "genius". In any era, she is the best leader.

...Of course, if you are carrying divine blood, it is not surprising to have such talent. After all, this is such a class-constructed world! Civilization history has six figures and is still spinning through the evil medieval times. In this world, geniuses rarely emerge from cracks of stones, and most of them have a very awesome ancestors. It is sad to say.

However, Lu Xi said that all "geniuses" in the normal sense are not enough in front of the protagonist's horn! In such a high-level gold position, only a gold 6 cannon fodder, if you rashly participate in it, you can probably be a cannon fodder. Look at the two centaurs who are of the same level as her, you can only hide from behind and shoot cold arrows.

However, if this shaman is really surrendered by God, that would be another matter.

As we all know, there are actually three types of so-called "divine descending techniques".

One is that mortals use the body and even soul of the spellcaster as medium to complete their observations of other planes and dimensions and even interfere with them... To put it bluntly, they are descending their own power at the cost of burning believers. This is very easy to understand. At the end of the Battle of Henas, what he did was exactly like.

Another type is that the god descends his soul on the believer and exerts his strength through the body of the believer. We all know that the gods have to pass through the barrier between the world and the dimensions, especially the Lord of the Abyss, who is directly rejected by the main material plane like the King of Disasters. In this way, he can completely run to the main material plane in this way to make a fuss. Of course, the body of the mortal believer cannot exert all the strength of the gods, but after all, it is a true god, and once possessed, its strength will surge. As long as the mortal believer is not a half-crippled person, he can show combat power close to or even above legends.

This kind of magic descends to the earth is called "the arrival of the saint" because it is considered a kind of true god descending to earth.

Mortal believers possessed by the soul are also called "saints", so of course there is no problem.

Of course, in most cases, the gods only briefly descended through this method to convey their will to the believers of the main plane. For the immortal true god, this kind of descended god is a bit unsafe after all. They use the body of mortals as their support for their existence in the main material plane, and in a sense they also put their own destiny and the body of mortals on a scale. At this time, if the descended god suddenly dies from a destruction and ends the damage of their destiny, they will also directly feed back to themselves in the form of a soul strike. This blow to the soul possessed by themselves is also very obvious.

Speaking of which, there are many unlucky people who have possessed the God-Submitted Man who fell into a mess before. Even the main god-level existence with great divine power cannot be solved. For the specific situation, we can refer to a certain slutty man and woman who can't tell the truth. Not only Bichi is also the mistress, but he can only use this. Didn't he be played with by Teacher Orusello once back then? In addition, his body was sealed in the holy water for several days and nights. Although he finally got away, the feeling of comfort is probably even the number one devil in Tianzi (this world) who has to have a nightmare for a long time?

As for the last one, it can probably be regarded as a compromise between the two. The gods will give some of their soul clones to believers, but will not seize the complete control and dominance of their bodies. In this way, the gods have projections of divine power in their colleagues who guarantee free will, and of course they can share the knowledge and even power of the gods to a certain extent.

In a sense, this is equivalent to the great god lending you his power to show off. This is actually a great benefit, right? If you are a believer of the god and the person who came to God, wouldn’t you be moved to present a loyal hymn from now on?

In fact, many gods also like to maintain their presence in the main material plane in this way, and in addition to refreshing the likeness and reputation of believers. Therefore, this magical technique is also called welfare, "the power of the world" or "the arrival of the saints".

In short, this is an excellent way to claim that "labor and capital have a background"; and what the orc shaman sister Bagasa requires should be the last one, right? More importantly, it is said that she is a god descendant, even if she has been separated by many generations, after all, she is also a blood descendant of the bloodthirsty king, and of course the degree of integration of divine power is extremely high. The descending "superior powers" may only be able to exert a small part of the hands of ordinary believers, but probably the vast majority of them in her hands, right? A "ordinary miscellaneous soldier" shaman with 6th golden stage may be able to cross the legendary mark at one time.

If this is the case, it would be quite troublesome!

The bloodthirsty king, who had transformed into a burly centaur Dharma body, looked down at the knees in front of him, as if he was begging for his orc female shaman with his lifelong pride and sincerely, sighed heavily: "Even if this is the case, you will pay a price. Even an irreparable price."

This is also normal. After all, there is a difference in the rule level between the body of a mortal and the power of a god. It would be fine if it was just a normal will or a small trick to show off, but if you barely use the ultimate move you forced to learn, the body of the god descendant will be very likely to be subjected to a strong backlash.

"I understand." She said calmly: "But this is also my choice. Now, what we have to face may be the biggest enemy of Orgrimmar in the past century, an enemy far stronger than Steemson. If I cannot participate in such a battlefield, what a humiliation for an orc..."

"No, no, no, this is not a humiliation at all! The so-called war wants women to walk away, and in a dangerous moment, women are still charging forward. Doesn't it mean that all men are dead? You must think clearly that if you really do this, all the men in Orgrimmar are the real humiliation!" Lu Xi couldn't help but say, "Hey, hey, don't you feel guilty for all the powerful people of Orgrimmar present? Repent!"

So, the answer to Lu Xi was another siege from these top Orgrimmar people. At that moment, their attacks were like a sudden tsunami. Although there was no loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, the momentum was enough to make people shudder.

The lightning shield of the Great Shaman of Longsas turned into a cage and directly covered the head of the pants. It was not just lightning. The friction of the atmosphere caused a fatal burn, but also disrupted the stability of all nearby elements. In the cage of lightning, even an extraordinary caster like Lu Xi increased the mental power and time it took to cast spells by several orders of magnitude. At this moment, on the other side, the heavy iron rod in the hand of the chief of the Taurus sect also smashed over. This attack that seemed to be just an ordinary physical attack, but it directly triggered the vibration and lockdown of the space, blocking Lu Xi's side, making it difficult for him to use means such as space jumping.

The old orc sword saint Muro also launched a charge at the same time. His body was covered with bright white light, forming a regular-level natural armor, so that it could not be damaged by the lightning cage. The sword in his hand was also the national treasure of the entire Orgrimmar Clan Alliance. The "Pale Fire Hell" one of the seven abyss magic weapons was burning with energy flames that were similarly nearly white and even colorless, which was not very gorgeous and gorgeous. However, the sword that looked quite powerful pulled out a lively but majestic trajectory in the air, as if a meteor broke through the moon, and its strength could open the mountain, but it was like a long wind blowing on the face, light and without trace. Before the sword blade arrived, it could tear open the rocks, steel and the sharp sword energy of the human body, and it was nowhere outside Lu Xi's face.

"This is just like this!" Lu Xi smiled like this, and then let three legendary powerhouses of Orgrimmar completely penetrate his body.

"This..." The old sword saint was slightly stunned. His sharp blade pierced the other party's touch, clearly telling himself that this attack had worked, and the weapon had completely penetrated the other party's body. If it were normal, such an attack would be effective, it would be enough for him to declare victory himself.

You should know that the so-called "Pale Fire Hell" is not the name of the magic weapon itself, but comes from the praise of survivors' fear after wars over the years. The pale fire burning on the blade is said to be from the chaos realm of the King of the Void. As long as you cause a little bit of damage to your opponent, even the slightest damage, you can start to cause continuous burn damage to it. This is a curse damage from the inside out, and the devouring burning that extends from the soul to the body, and there is no effective defense at all.

No matter who the opponent is, even the real dragon, angel, or even the gods will definitely be burned into a pile of slag in the pale flames and sword energy... This is the origin of the "Pale Fire Hell".

I should have indeed pierced this guy, right? The Sword Saint thought. Then, he saw the old Taurus' iron rod also arrived as scheduled, smashing the other party's shoulders, chest and even half of his torso.

This should mean that one cannot die anymore.

However, as a powerful person with many battles, his intuition clearly gave him the opposite feedback.

He saw the "human" in front of him who had clearly been penetrated by his heart, and half of his torso was deformed... It should be humans, right? But how could humans turn their necks to 180 degrees, and even move their mouths at him "crack" and squeeze out such a terrifying smile?

Well, the old Sword Saint must admit that even if this guy smiles in such a curious way, his expression is definitely a literal look back and smile. Even if he is a person who has no taste and mood, he has to admit that his heartbeat has been flashed for several seconds in an instant. He couldn't help but miss the ridiculous green years of those years. As a sword skill genius who was the most eye-catching Orgrimmar clans in his youth, Muro? Thunder Roaring has certainly never lacked women, but he is most loved by him.

But he was a human concubine. It seemed that he was the trophy of "Grass Valley" from a small country with black soil and hills, and he was still the daughter of a noble family. However, he played mahjong again and accidentally ruined the poor little girl... I'll just pull it away! A mere smile can make the sword saint think like this. Isn't it scary to think carefully or think about it? Moreover, if such a smile actually appears in such an occasion and appears in this way, will it not make people feel cold on their backs?

Muluo retreated his sword and retreated. But at this moment, Lu Xi, who was smiling and was stabbed into a cold heart and smashed half of his body, turned into a source of light and heat, and the hot and heart-pounding flames turned into a storm and swept across the four sides.

No matter how fast the old sword saint was, it was impossible to pass the explosion shock wave. He couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Why are young people nowadays playing this trick at any time? They are too careless to do things!"

"Yes, so this is why we foolish warriors are about to be eliminated by history!" The head of the Taurus expressed the same degree of emotion.

Ronsas didn't say anything, but quickly put a divine armor on the three legends, including himself. As a result, the explosion's shock wave and the flame burning did not cause any serious damage to them, but it was definitely impossible to avoid being embarrassed by being embarrassed. More importantly, those substances that splashed on them with the explosion were vaguely blood-like, but were like maggots on their skins. Just a moment of carelessness, all kinds of violent toxins penetrated directly into their bodies. Although these were far from being called particularly deadly toxins for the legendary powerhouses, they still made them feel embarrassed.

What made them even more collapsed was that the blood beads splashed out from the explosion condensed directly together like life, and once again turned into an unscathed Lu Xi.

"This is the blood clone of the blood clan?" The chief of the Tauren was surprised.

"...Even if those ancient true ancestors are resurrected, they cannot use their blood clones as cannon fodder!" The Tianling Shaman shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"...Haha, the one who uses swords hates the most is this kind of opponent who can't even kill or not, and it's hard to be sure of." The old sword saint's face was full of headaches.

The three legends were like this, and the other "missile soldiers" naturally seemed even more at a loss. Lu Xi, who had not seen the reunited Lu Xi, had already put on several poses, and no one rushed up to launch the second round of siege? So, Lu Xi, who felt particularly lonely, stretched and looked at Ahsog further away. The Khan of the Golden Ban had been lying there as a melon-eating crowd for a long time, which was indeed quite annoying.

"You won't come by yourself?"

"I am not good at fighting, especially in front of you." The Khan of the Golden Chamber smiled slightly, and this was completely natural.

"It's not as brave as a woman." Lu Xi looked at the orc shaman over there again, then shrugged and curled his lips: "Ogrimmar's golden tent Khan is really getting less and less standard!"

Obviously, his ridicule did not have much effect, at least the golden tent Khan Asog looked completely unmoved. But the orc lady over there might be someone who was not very irritable and crawled deep in front of the bloodthirsty king again.

"Then, the Holy See, please give me a gift!"
Chapter completed!