Multi-tasking.
Multi-tasking.
Multi-tasking.
These were the same concepts, but they were on completely different levels.
At best, Jaina could multitask. Dealing with ten or so people at once was already her limit.
Karthika had been dead for twenty-six years. He had been shocked by Duque's' Hundred Hands', and by spreading out his spirit to read multiple books in Karazhan's library, he had trained his spellcasting abilities. After so many years of training, Karthika had turned himself into a super spirit world creature that could do hundreds of conflicting things at the same time without messing things up.
Karthika's abilities were already very exaggerated.
What was more hateful was that the ice skeleton Kil 'jaeden had personally created gave Anastrian the ability to control more than a thousand spiritual energy beams to attack the Weave.
"No! We can't hold on any longer! "In the Weave, Jaina and Karthika cried out in despair at the same time.
Karthika had called for help: the Dark Witch Farrina and the Great Astromancer Solarian.
Not enough!
A drop in the bucket!
Jaina gritted her teeth, "Open up access to all Morning Star and above wizards in the alliance, and ask for their help."
"This …"
"Don't hesitate! No matter how bad it is, it's better than being taken away by Anastrian! At most, I'll go ask for forgiveness from Duque! "Jaina made the final decision.
In the next second, Jaina's voice rang through the entire Weave, "I am Queen Jaina Proudmoore of Kul 'Tiras! The Weave is now under attack by the former Sun King, Anastrian Sunstrider. I request all Weave users to help repel his attack … "
On the other side, Jaina was trying her best to resist the Sun King's spiritual attack.
On the other side, Kael 'thas had summoned his phoenix. He risked self-destruction to merge with his phoenix once more, obtaining the power of a demigod.
This was because his dead father's ice coffin was getting bigger and bigger, and he had no choice but to use high-purity fire elemental magic to resist the expansion of the ice.
Beside him, Torim had already retreated. Under this level of spiritual attack, he could not do anything at all.
"That damned lich!" Torim cursed fiercely.
This was because the flaw in his mind had already been found, and the illusion of his deceased wife was constantly attacking his spiritual sea.
It was unknown if Anastrian had been forced to switch from playing with fire to playing with ice, resulting in some unknown flaw. He also attacked Kael 'thas, but his mental attacks were mostly neutralized by Kael' thas' blazing mental fire.
The situation suddenly entered a stalemate.
Audur's Guardians were all mentally flawed. If Torim could not handle it, then the other three were even more so. It would be hilarious if Freya were to come up and be forcibly controlled to betray them.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the Sun King alone was holding up six demigods and two Breaking Dawn powerhouses.
"Perhaps we've all underestimated the Lich King …" Jaina could not help but think of her childhood friend.
The fierce battle continued in Ice Crown Fortress.
"Be careful!" Just as William shouted, Valila, who was beside him, leaped away.
Almost at the same time that the female elf dodged, a terrifying storm descended.
Lord Malorgar, an undead creature with green soul matter as its core and white bones as its support, brazenly unleashed a skill similar to Whirlwind Slash.
The white bone spikes that were fixed on the soul energy ball suddenly opened up and spun at a high speed. It looked more like a terrifying blender.
Everything that was touched by the white bone would be crushed into pieces.
What made William's scalp tingle was that after Lord Malorgar unleashed [Bone Storm], he was advancing towards Broll Bearskin, who had just been hit by a huge [Lord of Calamity's Thorn].
A huge bone spike had pierced through this Elven Druid's waist.
It was unknown if Broll's internal organs had exploded.
No matter who it was, being pierced through the abdomen by such a two-meter-long bone spike that was as thick as a human thigh would definitely be in excruciating pain.
Even under such extreme pain, Broll was still yelling for William to ignore him.
William gritted his teeth and leaped high, finally using his precious [Leap Slash] skill to smash the bone spike on Broll's body.
Actually, he had unknowingly made the right decision.
Almost at the same time that he destroyed the bone spike, Broll rolled to the side and dodged the Bone Storm of the undead leader.
Blood splattered all over the ground, and William could see an organ that looked like a pig's kidney almost falling out of the big hole in Broll's waist. Broll's eyes were sharp, and he quickly scooped it up.
"No need to look! He won't die just yet. "Valila pulled Varian back.
Although Broll's face was extremely pale, his chanting and his hand gestures were not messed up at all. A ball of emerald light rose from his palms, and he pressed it onto his abdomen.
The huge bloody hole started to heal at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
In just three to five seconds, the bloody hole disappeared, and in its place was a new belly.
Broll laughed bitterly. "I just barely managed to get my organs back in place. I need at least three minutes to recover about 30% of my battle power."
William's hands trembled, and he clenched his teeth. "Leave this battle to us."
In countless life and death battles, Broll had guarded their backs.
This time, it was their turn to protect this respectable brother of theirs.
William merged the two divine weapons in his hands, forming a huge divine sword.
His sharp gaze swept across Lord Malorgar's body.
"Four skulls are not enough! You better have a thousand heads for me to chop off — "
In the next second, he turned into a strong gust of wind and blew towards the huge undead leader …
On the other side, in a hall filled with skulls, Magni and Shandris Feathermoon were fighting against the Church of the Cursing's Lady Deathspeaker.
The flames from the Balrog's Warhammer engulfed a huge humanoid monster that was as tall as three people.
However, more monsters continued to pour out from the side doors on both sides of the hall.
More than ten supporters and zealots of the Church of the Cursing chased after the seemingly weak General Feathermoon.
She was over ten thousand years old, but because she was Tyrande's adopted daughter, she was a generation lower. While Tyrande was talking to the leaders of the Alliance as equals, Shandris … was rather bitter.
It was destined that she could only vent her frustrations in battle.
Even though she was being chased by more than ten powerful believers of the Church of the Cursing, this Elven general who was in charge of guarding one side of the hall lightly stepped on a pillar three times and flew into the air.
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