If the charge of the hellhound is like a torrent gushing out of a river, then Rhonin’s appropriate earth magic is an artificial dam that erges out of thin air.
The frenzy of hellhounds bombarding the dam like a row of heavy artillery, perfectly demonstrated what "waves crashing against the shore" ans!
Perhaps the repeated impacts day after day and year after year will break the reefs on the "shore".
But at this ti, what was shattered was only the ’frenzy’ itself.
All agile movents require space to perform. No matter how flexible a creature is, if it loses the space to maneuver, then what awaits it is only the most annoying, no-frills collision.
The hellhound in front instinctively wanted to go around it, or even flip over it.
The final result was that he was squeezed to the front line by the hellhounds behind him that could not stop, and his hellhound companions at the front line were knocked into the sharp stone spikes like piles.
Unspeakable howling sounds echoed throughout the center of the battlefield.
On many sufficiently strong spikes, one spike often holds eight or ten hellhounds that have not yet completely lost their lives.
At this mont, Rhonin began to chant the second battlefield magic.
"O source of all magic! Use my mysterious secrets to open up a path of fire that destroys everything..."
The purple-blue arcane energy transford into gorgeous runes, forming dazzling rune bonds around Rhonin, rotating clockwise around his body.
With the support of a set of top-grade equipnt that is so gorgeous that it is blinding, the special effects of enhanced accessories such as Unbridled Will are fully activated, and the little magic power that is originally left is all compressed and poured into the next attack.
Ten seconds later, a huge magic fire dragon leapt over the crowded front line of hellhounds and flew directly over the heads of the cluster of demon guards in the middle who were arranged together in a shield tortoise shell formation.
"boom--"
A huge mushroom cloud rose in the array of demon guards. In the sight of the elves, at least a hundred demon guards were blown into the sky. Many more were turned into ashes in the direct hit of the explosion, and the rest were either blown into several parts and scattered, or fell directly to the ground and did not move.
The rocks beneath the grass were blown away, and a huge rock fell on a hellhound, breaking its spine like a twig.
The Burning Legion’s mid-lane advance was halted, and these hideous demons were apparently in chaos with each other.
No matter how picky Ravencrest was, he had to praise Rhonin’s performance: "Well done..."
The archers took advantage of this opportunity and fired another row of arrows at the huddled hellhounds. A large number of arrows fell, and the scene beca more chaotic.
The night elves cheered. The Moon Guard looked at Rhonin with so envy. Ravencrest yelled at his mages to hurry up.
But the magic power of the Night Elf Mage Corps seems to be far inferior to that of Rhonin.
You read that right, a whole group of 500 mages are no match for one Rhonin.
After fighting on the veins of the Well of Eternity for a long ti, the elven wizards have an inexhaustible supply of magic power. They will subconsciously focus more on refining their spellcasting skills instead of expanding their magic circuits so that they can store and refine more magic power on their own.
According to Duke, the mana bars of these guys are frighteningly short.
The elental magic that descended upon the Burning Legion weakened from ti to ti. A large number of demons fell to the ground, but more demons surged up.
The magic offensive that was supposed to launch a suppressive area attack and turn a certain place into an absolute death zone seed extrely weak.
The central battlefield that was plowed through by Rhonin’s ultimate move was fine. There were no fortifications nearby, and the night elf infantry who directly confronted the enemy with shield formations showed a one-sided decline.
Facing more agile and powerful demons, the elven infantry could easily produce exchange ratios that shocked every commander - in many cases, five elven infantryn had to die in exchange for the death of a hellhound.
It was not until this mont that the elven lords felt a little regretful - they should have found a way to send spies or thieves to restore the magic supply of the Well of Eternity before troubled the Burning Legion.
On the left wing, the Moon Guard led by Illidan fought hard, and the situation was barely manageable. After all, these Moon Guards who chose to support the lord and rescue the queen were still highly trained warriors even if they had lost their magic power.
The right wing was in a very bad state. At the worst ti, even Latosius, the supre leader of the Moon Guard, had to fight on the front line.
With the further reinforcent of the Burning Legion, especially after the appearance of the Lord of the Abyss, the night elf army showed signs of collapse.
Just when the elven army was on the brink of collapse, a mysterious being visited the inner city of Azshara, which was under high martial law, in a special way.
"There’s a guard post every three steps, and a sentry every five steps" are not enough to describe how tight this place is.
Around the palace, the elven guards, dressed in green armor and carrying spears and swords, looked around cautiously.
But they are not the core of the security network.
Countless hellhounds were running back and forth in an almost irregular manner, and every important position was patrolled by multiple void beholders.
Eye Demon - A special demon that can see far away across space, or see through things hidden in the void. At first glance, it looks no different from a huge and hideous eyeball.
They floated in the air, scanning every corner of the inner city of Azshara.
With them around, even a heroic thief like Vanessa wouldn’t be able to get in.
Even though the Burning Legion’s defenses were so exaggerated and so strict, a special existence still got in.
He flew lightly over the Well of Eternity, overlooking the huge pool of black water, and then slowly rose to the tall and majestic Forbidden Palace standing on the steep cliffs at the side of the mountain.
When this palace was first built, magic was used to combine stones and trees into one. This miracle touched the hearts of countless people, but now it is terrifying.
It was another stormy night, with an even more uneasy and evil atmosphere surrounding it.
The elves didn’t dare to stare at it, and even if they looked at it, they quickly shifted their gaze.
Except for the mysterious intruder.
right!
He is Malfurion Stormrage, whose soul left his body and ca to Azshara’s palace in a strange form existing between the Erald Dream and the real world.
Malfurion encountered a difficult problem. He had clearly sensed that an unpredictable mysterious force was brewing in the tallest magic tower, but he could not find a way to get in.
A three-dinsional magic circle with strong spiritual attributes surrounds the entire magic tower.
At this mont, Malfurion saw a symbol that made him very upset - it was a green arrow.
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