Every spell formation appeared out of thin air, pouring out mana to strike the enemy before disappearing. It was more dazzling than fireworks, more solemn than death.
Compared to the demon army that only brought slaughter and destruction, Rhonin's attacks were more like the art of war.
At some point, the Ravenkaise Mages were stunned and stopped what they were doing. Even though they had recovered their mana to the maximum, the combined damage of their entire team of four Mages could not even compare to a tenth of Rhonin's.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The seemingly endless Arcane Missiles whistled through the air, forming a continuous super long sound.
The light released when the arcane elements hit the demons drew out a gigantic magic scroll.
Using magic as the paint, and death as the embellishment.
The huge Burning Legion vanguard completely became the background in front of Rhonin, a newly advanced Breaking Dawn Mage.
Endless explosions rang out, blowing up thousands of pieces of Evil Demons' limbs of all sizes. Rhonin used his Arcane Missile Storm to plough the battlefield from left to right, front to back, over and over again!
Every Arcane Missile had the power of a 7-pound cannon!
It was like the sky was falling! It was like the earth was turning upside down!
Every Night Elf became a witness to this miracle with their eyes wide open and their tongues tied.
It wasn't that every Breaking Dawn Great Wizard with unlimited mana was as terrifying as they were!
It was precisely because Rhonin came from the magical holy land of humans, the Dalajan, that he developed the habit of accurately calculating the mana required for each Arcane Missile.
It was also because he learned from Duque, who inherited the name of the Hundred-Handed Reaper, that he could master the super multi-casting technique that no one else in history had ever mastered.
Moreover, he had been training his skills day after day, year after year, and was equipped with magnificent equipment that transcended countless eras. On top of that, the elves had given him the password to the magical interface of the Well of Eternity. That was why he was able to launch such a crazy attack and such destructive power that could never be replicated!
He almost single-handedly wiped out the entire Burning Legion vanguard.
Rhonin, a little Wizard of humble birth, had finally reached the peak of his life on the most magnificent stage ten thousand years ago!
Illidan's achievement of killing the enemy's leader was like the light of a firefly against the light of the sun in front of Rhonin's achievement of destroying an entire army.
Originally, Illidan would have been jealous, but with the arrival of a piece of news, all the victories and jealousy became dull. His brother Malfurion Stormrage's soul had been lost, and he had fallen into a state of absent-mindedness.
"Big brother!" Illidan rode on the Hippogryphon and rushed back to Fort Raven as fast as he could. When he rushed into the room where his brother's body was placed, he saw Tyrande with tears streaming down her face and a group of Druids who were as silent as death.
"What happened to my big brother? Who can tell me what happened to him!? Was he killed? Or will he never wake up again? " Illidan shook every Elf he came across like a madman, eager to get an accurate answer from any of their mouths.
Tyrande's beautiful face was full of tears, and her mouth was trembling. Finally, she said, "I don't know … The Druids can only confirm that Malfurion's soul is not in the Emerald Dream."
"What else? That's all?! Are you trying to tell me that my great brother, who became a hero and saved the Night Elf army, died in a place where I can't see him?! " Illidan's determined face kept twitching, and his pair of amber eyes, which made his compatriots curious, flashed with an incomparably conflicted light.
Yes! At this point in time, Illidan had not lost his eyes yet.
He was still the Moon Guardian that his compatriots looked up to, and the strongest among the Elves. When the leader of the Moon Guardians, Latusius, died, Illidan, who had killed the Doomsday Lord named Azzinoth, became the new leader of the Moon Guardians. It was almost certain that Illidan would become the new leader of the Moon Guardians.
In the eyes of his compatriots, Illidan was already a hero.
The problem was that at this moment, Malfurion, who had always been disliked by his compatriots, had suddenly 'sacrificed' himself in order to enter Azshara with his soul and open up a path of survival for his compatriots. Malfurion suddenly had all the elements of a tragic hero.
Perhaps, the one who survived would be the final winner.
But in the process of competing with his brother for Tyrande, Illidan, who was extremely proud of himself, knew that he did not want this result!
Because …
Victory! Of! No! Of!
"No! We don't know! "Tyrande cried, almost choking on her sobs.
She was also very confused. As childhood friends and a strong person who grew up together, she had never thought about the scene of Malfurion or Illidan dying. The kind Tyrande did not even want to hurt either of them, so how could she think about such a terrible thing?
Farewell, this seemingly distant word, was so close. When it really came, Tyrande was at a loss.
"No — Sir Malfurion is probably not dead. His soul is probably captured!" As the voice spoke, the elves turned around and saw the human mage hero who had just shown off on the battlefield standing at the door.
If this human called Roddick was a Night Elf, he would have been revered as a god just because of this battle.
But now, everyone was a little conflicted when they saw him!
What the 300,000 strong army couldn't do, Roddick had done alone.
While everyone was stunned, only Illidan remained clear-headed. "Human, what do you think happened to Malfurion?!"
"You're saying that Malfurion used the Emerald Dream as a cover to destroy Azshara's shield that blocked the branch of magic power? Then he obviously succeeded. But he should have been taken captive! "
"No —" Tyrande screamed and covered her face with her hands. Clear tears still flowed out from between her tightly closed fingers.
She did not dare to imagine what would happen to Malfurion after his soul was captured by the demons.
Rhonin walked over and carefully examined Malfurion's body. He was still breathing evenly, as if he was just sleeping.
"No torture! His soul was not corrupted by the power of darkness … We should be glad that His Excellency Malfurion was simply a captive, or his soul was trapped. "
Regardless of whether his soul was captured or trapped, this was not a good thing for Tyrande and Illidan. Almost as soon as this conclusion came out, they began to despair and prepared themselves to lose Malfurion forever.
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