Each magic circle was born out of thin air in mid-air, pouring out magic power, hitting the enemy, and then annihilated. It was more brilliant than fireworks and more solemn than death.
Compared to the demon army that only brings killing and destruction, Rhonin’s attack has more of a flavor of the art of war.
At so point, the mages of the Ravencrest Mage Corps were stunned and stopped. Because even if they had also recovered their maximum magic power, the damage caused by the four-digit mages in their entire group was less than one-tenth of Rhonin’s.
It was as if the whistling sound of endless arcane missiles breaking through the sky ford a continuous super long sound.
The light that burst out when the arcane elent hit the demon outlined an extrely huge magical picture.
Use magic as paint and death as embellishnt.
Such a large vanguard of the Burning Legion beca a complete background board in front of Rhonin, the newly advanced Archmage of the Dawn.
Continuous explosions blew away thousands of demon limbs of all sizes. Rhonin used his arcane missile storm to plow the entire battlefield from left to right, from front to back, over and over again!
Each arcane missile has a power similar to that of a 7-pound Cannon!
Like the sky falling down! Like the earth turning over!
Every night elf was dumbfounded as they witnessed this miracle.
It doesn’t an that every Archmage Antonidas in infinite magic mode is so terrifying!
It is precisely because Rhonin ca from Dalaran, a human magic sanctuary where magic power was relatively scarce ten thousand years later, that he developed the precise habit of calculating the magic power required for each arcane missile so accurately.
It is also because he studied under Duke, who inherited the na of the Hundred-Ard Death God, that he was able to master the super-multi-casting technique that had never been mastered in history.
Moreover, it was because he had been honing his skills day after day and year after year, and he was equipped with gorgeous equipnt that had surpassed countless eras. In addition, the elves gave him the magic interface code of the Well of Eternity, which enabled him to carry out this crazy attack and this destructive power that could never be replicated!
He almost single-handedly wiped out an entire vanguard of the Burning Legion.
Rhonin, a little wizard of humble origin, eventually reached a new peak in his life on the most magnificent stage ten thousand years ago!
Illidan’s achievent of killing the enemy leader was so glorious that compared to Rhonin’s feat of destroying an entire army alone, it was like a firefly fighting against the sun!
Illidan would have been jealous, but as a piece of news ca, all the victories and a little jealousy beca aningless - his elder brother Malfurion Stormrage’s soul had lost contact and fell into a state of loss of soul.
"Brother..." Illidan rode his horned eagle and rushed back to Black Crow Fortress as fast as he could. When he rushed into the room where his brother’s body was placed, he saw a tearful Tyrande and a group of druids who remained silent as death.
"What happened to my eldest brother? Who can tell , what happened to him? Was he killed? Or will he never wake up again?" Illidan shook every elf he t like crazy, eager to get an accurate answer from every mouth.
Tyrande’s beautiful face was covered with tears. She moved her mouth and finally spoke: "I don’t know... The druids can only be sure that Malfurion’s soul is not in the Erald Dream."
"What else? Just this little bit of news!? Are you trying to tell that my great brother beca a hero and saved the night elf army, but died in a place I can’t see?" Illidan’s resolute face kept twitching, and his amber eyes that aroused the curiosity of his compatriots were flashing with an extrely conflicted light.
Yes! At this point in ti, Illidan had not yet lost his eye.
He was still the Moon Guard that his compatriots admired and admired, and a strong man among the elves. When the leader of the Moon Guard, Latosius, was killed, Illidan, who had killed the Doom Lord nad Azzinoth, was almost certain to beco the new leader of the Moon Guard.
In the eyes of many of his compatriots who also raised the banner of rebellion, Illidan has beco a hero.
The problem is that at this mont, Malfurion, who has always been unwelco by his compatriots, suddenly "sacrificed" himself because of the risk of sneaking into Azshara with his soul to open a way for his compatriots. Malfurion suddenly possessed all the elents of a tragic hero.
Perhaps, the one who survives is the final winner.
But in the process of competing with his brother for Tyrande, Illidan, who was extrely proud of winning in this way, knew very well that he did not want this result!
because...
Victory! Not! Wu!
"No! We don’t know!" Tyrande cried, almost unable to speak.
She was also confused. As childhood friends and strong people who grew up together, she had never thought about the death of Malfurion or Illidan. Tyrande was kind-hearted and didn’t even want to hurt either of the brothers. How could she imagine such a terrible thing?
Farewell, this seemingly distant word was just about to co, and Tyrande seed at a loss.
"No - Lord Malfurion should not be dead, his soul should be captured!" As the words were spoken, the elves turned around and saw the human mage hero who had just shined on the battlefield standing at the door.
If this human who called himself Rodick was a night elf, he would be worthy of being revered as a god just based on this battle.
But now, everyone feels a little confused when they see him!
What an army of 300,000 failed to do was accomplished by Rhonin alone.
While everyone was stunned, only Illidan remained awake: "Human, what do you think happened to Malfurion!?"
"You said that Lord Malfurion used the Erald Dream as a cover to destroy the shield of magic that Azshara used to block the magical veins? Obviously he succeeded. But he should have been captured imdiately afterwards!"
"No--" Tyrande scread and covered her face with her hands, clear tears still flowing out from between her tightly closed fingers.
She couldn’t even imagine what terrible fate would await Malfurion after his soul was captured by the demon.
Rhonin walked over and carefully checked Malfurion’s body, which was still breathing evenly, as if he was just asleep.
"No abuse! No dark power was used to pollute his soul... We should be thankful for now. Lord Malfurion was probably simply captured, or his soul was trapped."
Whether the soul was captured or trapped, it was not a good thing for Tyrande and Illidan. Almost when this conclusion ca out, they had begun to desperately prepare themselves to lose Malfurion forever.
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