"This lava demon, they haven't had any above level eight for many years, have they? When that old man first started playing melee magic, his template seemed to be lava demon, right?" Yulian also withdrew his hand, looking at Sargeras's back with a hint of surprise.
Their strong physique allows them to engage in close combat, while their almost monstrous affinity for fire grants them unparalleled talent in fire magic.
It can be said that every lava demon is a born fire mage. Their powerful melee abilities and terrifying fire magic talent have earned this race a great reputation in the history of the Nolan Continent, and they were once ranked as one of the top ten demon races.
However, starting hundreds of years ago, the Lava Demon race suffered some kind of change, as if cursed. The young members of the race could not even break through the third level seal, and those who could reach the sixth level or above became extremely rare geniuses.
The strength of the Lava Clan declined precipitously. After the powerful warriors of the clan gradually died out, they were drawn into the racial war. The once glorious and powerful demon race was almost wiped out. Now, they live in seclusion somewhere on Demon Island, and it is rare to see them walking on the mainland.
This demon's strength surprised him somewhat, at the peak of level seven, it should be very close to the third order seal, and most likely the strongest combat force of the Lava Clan.
"A level 10 lava demon, that's a real war machine." Yulian withdrew his gaze and thought to himself, compared to a simple warrior or mage, this kind of big guy with dual attributes and wide-range attack capabilities has the ability to change a war.
Anselm watched Sargeras approach carrying a chair, a flicker of panic appearing in its blood-red eyes for the first time. The previous clash had already shown it the terrifying power of Sargeras, and the flames rising from his body had completely shattered its bloodthirsty aura.
It was now being suppressed in every way. Even under the Blood Moon, when its strength had been maximized, it still felt powerless against this fiery behemoth.
"To oppose my werewolf clan will be the most foolish decision of your life. Wherever you are in the future, be prepared to be hunted by werewolf warriors at any time, and live forever..." Anselm said in a chilling voice, the red light on its claws growing brighter and brighter, seemingly attempting to negotiate.
"Bang!!!"
Its response was a folding chair that came slapping it in the face.
Even though it had clearly seen Sargeras raise his hand, could clearly see the trajectory of the folding chair, and could even feel the wind generated by the chair, but it still felt there was no way to avoid it. It raised its claws and crossed them in front of it, but was still slapped back into the big pit where it had just stood up by the chair.
"If you want to fight, stop talking nonsense." Sargeras strode over, gripped the chair legs, and slammed it down on Anselm, who was dazed and trying to get up.
"Bang! bang! bang!"
A series of dull thuds rang out, and everyone stared in disbelief as Anselm, who had seemed to be in complete control and about to wreak havoc, was now being slammed into the crater by Sargeras with a chair, completely powerless to fight back.
Such a powerful werewolf was ultimately defeated by a folding chair. The scene was both shocking and somewhat comical, instantly dispelling the tension that had been building up.
Meanwhile, Kiel, Mond, and the others, outnumbered five to four, successfully surrounded and wiped out the remaining four werewolves. They were all lying on the ground, their weapons raining down on them without mercy, leaving them utterly defenseless.
If hunting in the mountains and forests, werewolves might have an advantage in speed and stealth, but in a face to face battle like this, having faced life and death on the Undead Island, their strength in direct combat is no weaker than any of their peers, even under the premise that Sargeras had previously asked them not to use magic.
"But did they protect Boss Mai just because of the Rou Jia Mo?" a customer in the restaurant asked with a strange expression.
"Not only that, their slogan seems to be 'For The Rou Jia Mo!'" someone next to him nodded in agreement.
"This is probably the charm of Boss Mai's food. Just now, thinking that I might never be able to eat such delicious tofu pudding again, I wanted to grab the chopsticks holder and fight that werewolf to the death." a skinny young man said excitedly.
The crowd looked at his thin arms and legs, but instead of mocking him, they nodded in agreement. In the situation just now, he wasn't the only one who wanted to help.
"So the Lava Demon is this powerful. But in that case, relying on the power of the customers is not a bad way to improve the restaurant's security, rather than slowly upgrading its level." Mai Ge's eyes lit up, and an idea popped into his head.
Of course, such spontaneous acts of chivalry are highly uncertain, so improving one's own strength and upgrading the restaurant's defense level are quite urgent.
"These bad guys were all taken down by Big Bald Head, Second Bald Head, and the others. It turns out that Big Bald Head is quite powerful." Amy, standing behind Mai Ge, stared wide-eyed at the scene. Suddenly remembering something, she quickly turned around, squatted down, and looked at the pale-faced Xi Xi with concern, asking, "Sister Xi Xi, are you alright?"
"Save...save Lu Lu." Xi Xi's face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were fixed on Lu Lu lying on the ground. Her voice was extremely weak, and there was still red fluorescent residue on her wound. The bleeding had not stopped yet.
"Sister Aisha, can you save Sister Xi Xi and Big Bear? Only you can save them." Amy looked up at Aisha and said anxiously and earnestly. Sister Aisha could heal Daddy's hand, so she could definitely save Sister Xi Xi and Big Bear.
Mai Ge also looked at Sally. Among the people present, only Sally had this ability. However, if she did not want to expose her identity, she should choose to stand by and protect herself.
Sally did show a hint of hesitation. Life magic is different from ordinary healing magic. Anyone with a little knowledge could easily recognize that she was using life magic, which would greatly increase the chances of her identity being exposed.
"Principal, Lord Crassus, we've arrived!" Brandley's voice rang out from outside the carriage. His expression changed as he looked at the mess at the entrance to the restaurant. The ground, which had been covered with square stone slabs, was now completely shattered, with pits of varying depths that looked shocking.