A strong gust of wind blew.
The blue Titan runes on Aimarron's body flashed, and a level-12 typhoon tornado appeared.
The violent storm made Aimarron's huge body look blurry. After all, Queen Sylvanas was only 20 meters away from this eight-story-tall giant!
"Mortal, since you have chosen to challenge yourself and pursue the path of the Divine Realm, then use your body to feel the greatness of the storm —"
The giant's rumbling voice completely merged with the thunder.
Dark clouds of unknown origin shrouded the entire dome of the hemispherical hall. It was dark and frightening.
What made Queen Sylvanas' expression turn even colder was that she suddenly realized that she had lost almost all of her attacks.
Arrows would be skewed the moment they left the bow. Bow techniques and parabolas were useless. This was the pure suppression of the Elemental Domain.
Unless she made a breakthrough in the Elemental Domain, Aimarron was an existence that she could not defeat.
Retreat, retreat, and retreat again.
The evasion ability that Rangers were proud of was meaningless in the face of this wide-area damage. The frail bodies of Elves could only perish if they were pulled into the storm.
"Tsk." Queen Sylvanas spat on the ground.
The range of the tornado continued to expand as Amalron laughed heartily. At the beginning, it only occupied the center of the hall, and now it became a large circle.
At the beginning, Queen Sylvanas had a circle to move around, but in the end, it became a narrow line.
Of course, she could leave the hall the way she came, but to her, that would be the worst failure.
She could dodge, she could retreat, but she could not escape.
Because this was her path, her heart of the strong, and her final stubbornness.
Originally, she could have been a salary thief like before the incident at the Dark Portal.
Even if she became a queen, she could have become a pure politician.
She could even hide in Duque's arms and be a happy little woman.
Anyway, she had her sister and Duque, who could be her umbrella to shield her from the wind and rain.
"I chose this path myself!" It was as if she was mocking herself, but also like some sort of self-hypnosis. After saying this, Sylvanas was filled with the spiritual light of a martyr.
Duque, who was watching from afar, felt worried, not to mention the Windrunner sisters, who were watching this scene in Karazhan.
"Ah!" For a moment, Aurelia had the urge to call Duque over to save her sister.
However, she saw Duque clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
At this time, Windsor held her hand and shook her head, "Second Sister chose the path. Both us and Duque can only support her. She's not a canary in a cage, but a petrel soaring in the storm! "
"Yes." Aurelia nodded heavily, her eyes filled with tears.
On the other side, Cirvanas moved.
He didn't have any attacking stance. He didn't even take his newly acquired divine bow, which was the envy of all the Alliance's Hunters and Rangers. Instead, he jumped into the storm with a graceful diving posture.
In the eyes of the spectators, this was undoubtedly like a moth flying into a flame and courting death.
The Windrunner sisters lowered their heads, not daring to watch.
Even Lor 'themar and Haduron, who were far away in Sin' dorei, were mentally prepared to lose their Queen.
Duque had even taken out the divine artifact [Atiesh] and opened a short-distance teleportation portal.
However, at this moment when everyone was watching, a sonorous and powerful female voice came out from the strong wind — — -
"Don't look down on me! My surname is — Wind! Fine! Swordsman! "
Almost everyone who was watching the battle through Duque's Magician's Eyes had the same reaction: first shock, then joy.
In the magic mirror, Cirvanas's performance shocked the mortals. Her seemingly thin body actually spun at high speed with the whirlwind.
That was a speed that was many times more brutal than being thrown into a washing machine.
How many revolutions per minute?
The mortal's eyes couldn't keep up with Queen Cirvanas' rotation at all. Even the Rangers with the strongest eyesight could only keep up with her shadow.
50 revolutions? 100 revolutions. In any case, apart from Duque, no one could count it clearly.
Everyone only saw Duque retract [Atiesh], and they instantly understood what it meant.
The surnames in this world were different from before Duque transmigrated. In the original world, Mitarai represented where one was born.
The surname Azeroth often represented bloodline. The Sunstrider played with fire. And the Windrunner naturally walked on the wind.
But no one expected the power of the Windrunner family's bloodline to have such an astonishing upper limit.
The Night Elves originated from the part of the Trolls that had the most talent in elemental magic.
The High Elves were the most talented in magic among the Night Elves.
In order to maintain the magic talent of the next generation, in the past eight thousand years, the High Elves had used all kinds of methods to maintain the purity of their bloodline. For example, Mages above the Radiant Moon level could only marry a Radiant Moon level. That was why the Silver Moon Council, a behemoth whose power, interests, and bloodline were all intertwined, was formed. Even the king couldn't fight against it.
Elves who lost their ability to cast spells were seen as inferior, which was why the various Ranger families that didn't have a high status in Cuel Salas came into being.
The current Cirvanas could no longer be called a simple Ranger. The surging wind elemental energy on her body could be clearly felt even through the magic mirror.
Because the wind … had changed color!
The wind in Amalron was grayish-white, and now the places that Queen Cirvanas flew at high speed had turned purplish-black.
Duque froze in shock.
His gaze turned to the lightning that kept flashing in the clouds above the hall's dome. The lightning that seemed fine to outsiders was actually engaged in a shocking battle of attrition.
Duque was a little unfamiliar, but he still recognized this method: when Gavin Rad obtained the Wind Sword, the Wind Prince Sandran had used it.
This meant that Cirvanas, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, was directly mobilizing the lightning power in the clouds.
This was definitely not the power of mortals!
The others couldn't even see Queen Cirvanas' figure clearly, but with the help of the system, Duque could clearly see that there was a purple emblem that resembled lightning reflected in Cirvanas' eyes. It was flashing, and was wrapped in a dim, tornado-like radiance.
"You …" Amalron, who sensed that something was wrong, began to pay attention to Cirvanas.
An extremely uneasy feeling enveloped him. That feeling was too distant, and he didn't know how many years ago, a great existence with the same terrifying aura had almost blown him into ashes with one blow.
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