Rise of the blood elves

223【Tichondrius】

The swarm of putrid bees arrived with a roar.

The giant bear transformed from Broll's bear skin was the first to bear the impact, and was staggered by the wave of evil energy carrying a powerful impact.But the thick hind legs were firmly nailed to the ground like stone pillars, and the front paws were always kept to protect the facial organs. The plump buttocks were raised high, and they managed to avoid being knocked to the ground, exposing the soft abdomen.

The magic barrier shattered layer by layer, and the evil energy began to corrode his fur. More and more evil bats landed on it, biting him desperately.

But it all goes as quickly as it comes.

Broll Bearskin felt a lightness on his body. He didn't know that the heavy magic barrier Angma had placed in front of him weakened the power of the spell. He was also confused as to how he could resist it so easily. He revealed one eye and took a quick look. Then he shook himself and stood up.

The large areas of land around it have been reduced to wasteland due to the erosion of the waves of evil energy, with no vegetation or life left.

As soon as his eyes locked on the Dread Lord who launched a sneak attack on him, he noticed something approaching quickly from behind. He was so frightened that he thought someone was attacking him again, so he jumped a step and turned around to look.

As a result, I was shocked when I saw it.

"whoosh whoosh"

The huge pyroblast fireballs almost formed a straight line, whizzing past.Brower subconsciously counted. After transforming into a giant bear, his visual ability was greatly enhanced. It turned out that there were more than ten or twenty blazing spherical flash points in the "line of fire", flying across the air, dragging and twisting. The flame tail in the air attacked the Dread Lord hovering in the air.

Boom, boom, boom boom

Explosions followed one after another, and the Dread Lord did not even have a chance to dodge before he was drowned by the rolling flames.

The dark woodland was illuminated by the flashing fire as bright as day. The surrounding trees, which were deeply corrupted, were instantly ignited and ignited into a huge fire.

The heat wave that hit his face even caused signs of scorching on Broll's fur. He couldn't help but take two steps back, away from the blazing high temperature area.

Most of the people who were rescued had the same expressions as Broll Bearskin.

What just happened happened in an instant for them, too fast for their senses to capture. Naturally, they didn't know how they were moved out of the killing range of the putrid bats. Although they were doubtful, their eyes were already fixed on Ange's eyes. He was so attracted by Ma's feats that he couldn't think of anything else.

"The Holy Light is Above"

The heat wave made Luo Ning's clothes flutter. He stared dumbfoundedly at the long series of pyrotechnic fireballs that exploded one after another. Until the bright light stung his eyes and made him burst into tears, he looked away and raised an arm to cover his eyes.He respects the Holy Light, but like most mages who view all sources of power rationally, he is not a believer, but he said the words that believers often talk about.

As a mage, he can accurately judge the total amount of terrifying magic power contained in those pyrotechnics, which is an energy level sufficient to cause qualitative changes.No matter how powerful that fear devil is, he will probably be seriously injured.

He turned around sharply, trying to find the casters of Pyroblast.

"We".

Luo Ning subconsciously believed that these spells were produced by dozens of well-trained mages who cooperated closely with each other. Each of them must have at least the strength of a high-level mage in Dalaran, or even a quasi-mage.

He asked himself if he could find such a team in Dalaran.

Before the start of the first war, except for the powerful secretive Tirisfal Council organization, Dalaran's military power had never been strong.

Although the number of mages in Dalaran is unique among the Seven Kingdoms, most of its members are more like loners obsessed with magical research, unlike the mages of Quel'Thalas who have been threatened by the Amani all the year round. An army dedicated to war.

It wasn't until the threat of the orcs became imminent that Dalaran's battle mage troops began to normalize, and it has only been more than ten years since.

Judging from the spectacular sight of those pyrotechnics connected end to end, almost forming a pillar of fire, the cooperation between the casters must have been very tight to a terrifying level. This is not something that can be trained in just a dozen years. .

What is even more daunting is that different spells will affect each other, increasing their lethality in the form of quantitative changes leading to qualitative changes. This group of spell casters can be said to be highly skilled and bold. If there is a difference in speed, they will be killed halfway. If the mutual involvement breaks out in advance, they will definitely be blown to pieces.

Luo Ning felt that such an elite team of mages could only exist among immortal racial groups like the high blood elves.Only they have the life span to devote a lot of time to this extremely demanding training, or

It is a third-party force that does not belong to the Hyjal Alliance, but is hostile to the Burning Legion.

For a moment, Luo Ning made many guesses about this elite team of spell casters. But looking around, except for the fellow travelers who were as shocked as himself by the wonder of this spell, there was not even a single figure.

Helping in secret, not wanting to expose himself

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Luo Ning frowned.

But then, he realized a problem. All the people who were originally within the killing range of the putrid bats, except for Broll Bearskin, were now standing safely dozens of meters away without any injuries on their bodies.

When he was puzzled, Luo Ning noticed that Jaina's expression was full of disbelief, and she was so shocked that her face turned pale. He followed the latter's gaze and looked over, only to see Angmar breathing heavily and looking like a muscle. Although exhausted, he still maintained the posture of casting spells. The remaining magic power in his palms was clearly the power of fire transformed from arcane energy.

Those spells just now were cast by Angmar

A guess came up in Luoning's heart that even he found strange. He felt that if this guess came true, he would be able to ride Krasus's body and hover over the Well of Eternity.

It is absolutely impossible.

How could anyone have such a casting speed?

But when he discovered that there were still a few grains of yellow sand on Angmar's fingertips, emitting strange fluctuations, what Luo Ning firmly believed to be impossible became possible. He opened his mouth, but could not say anything. Speak up.

the power of time

It’s the power of time again.

With the power of one person, he cast a spell rain that was as dense as dozens of mages of the same level. Luo Ning found himself at a loss for words. This was too unexpected.

Could it be that he also saved people?

In Luo Ning's decades-long arcane career, he has never seen such a thing, no, he has never even heard of it.

For a moment, Luo Ning felt that he didn't recognize Angmar. The contrast was too great. A few months ago, he was the ordinary little consultant. A few months later, he became an ordinary consultant. There is an existence that even the legendary mage cannot understand.

"Whoever you are, mage, I have to admit, you hurt me."

At the moment when this calm and low voice came, everyone immediately recovered from their brief absence and hurriedly formed a defensive formation so that they could face the Dread Lord in the shadow of the blazing flames.

"Defensive formation" Saurfang roared, standing side by side with Brox, and several elite orcs quickly gathered around them.

The watchers headed by Maiev stood beside the orcs without saying a word.Broll Bearskin at the far end first took a few steps back. Seeing that he was in a safe situation, he turned around and sprinted back to the front of the beheading team.

The swarm of putrid bats just now, including even repelling Illidan with one claw, made them realize that this fear devil named Tichondrius was by no means an ordinary high-level demon, and was probably the most powerful demon they had ever faced. The powerful enemies all attracted 12 attention.

The flames of the Pyroblast finally dissipated, but the forest land turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The trees were burning, crackling, black smoke was swirling, ashes were flying, the raging fire distorted the air, and everything became dreamlike.

A ravine appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Along the way, more than a dozen towering trees were broken. At the far end of the ravine, lay a tall, miserable-looking Dread Demon King.

One of the long horns on the top of his head was broken off, his withered and pale face was covered with burn marks, his skin was rolled up, and disgusting pus flowed from the wounds.The black armor with blood-colored trimmings also showed signs of melting. Some places were red. The visible skin in contact with the armor, such as the wrists and neck, was burned and smoking.

This is the cumulative lethality of Pyroblast.

Luo Ning and Jaina looked at each other, and their shocked eyes conveyed a message accurately: I can't do this.

"I'm curious how you learned about the Legion's plan to corrupt Felwood."

The injury was obviously horrific, but Tichondrius was completely unaware of it. He held the ground with his hands, pulled himself out of the ravine, lightly dusted the soil off his body, and also took off a few broken pieces of armor. The movements were so smooth that it didn't look like he was injured.

"This place will not be detected by magic, and the corrupted forest can no longer serve as the Druid's natural eye. It is under my surveillance for dozens of kilometers. How did you find this place?"

Tichondrius unfolded his wings that were riddled with holes, and with a slight shake, carrion fell to the ground like raindrops, revealing a broken skeleton and damaged wing membranes, which made him look even more terrifying.He just walked over step by step with horrific wounds all over his body and a cold face.

"But these are no longer important. I give you two choices, surrender to the supreme power of my lord, or"

"After death, he was bound by me and resurrected. He used the body of the dead to serve me."

There was no emotion in Tichondrius's eyes, as if he was stating a simple fact.He waved his hand gently, and shadows began to appear in the gaps between the trees. Soon, dense crowds of demons emerged, lined up, and followed his steps, pressing forward step by step. The dull footsteps sounded like drums. , hits everyone’s heart.

Eredar Mage, Wrath Guard, Fel Guard, Cerberus

Countless, I don’t know if it’s hundreds or thousands.

Everyone's heart was extremely cold.

The development of the situation has been out of control. The core area of ​​​​the beast's lair not only hides demons, but also an unprecedentedly powerful army.

There was no way they could take the Skull of Gul'dan from such an army.

Everyone has begun to think about quitting.

"Mortal people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth"

Tichondrius took in everyone's heavy expressions and shook his head.

But when his eyes swept across Angmar, the leader of the Dreadlord, whose status was second only to Archimonde and Kil'jaeden and who was on equal footing with all the high-level demons in the Burning Legion, suddenly froze and stood stunned. He stood on the spot, his eyes widened, and his face showed a look of horror, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.