Mother of Flames Nora's expression changed. A translucent wind blade grew larger and larger in the depths of her pupils.
She used both her arms to cast [Flame Strike]. The ground in front of her was covered in flames, but the blade was not moving forward. It was light and agile.
It was like a leaf being blown away by a strong wind. It swayed slightly, but in the next moment, it broke through the sea of flames and arrived in front of her. Nora's other four weapons were useless. She screamed and rolled to the side. The translucent blade crossed her body and left a line of blood on her left middle arm.
A second later, she was horrified to find that her arm had almost been completely cut off. For the first time in twenty-five thousand years, a great pain attacked her.
"What is this?" Nora screamed and turned to look at the white-haired female elf that passed by her.
"It's called [Conqueror of the Wind God's Throne]!" Stopping, the third sister of the Windrunner Family, Sasha, revealed a mocking smile.
As the name suggested, this blade was made of wind elements. It was made from the remains of the previous Wind Lord, Al 'akir. Part of it was used to fill in the Windseeker's Sword for Gavin Rad, and the other part was given to Sasha to create this divine weapon that did not exist in history.
Sasha was not supposed to be the main tank, but … it seemed that the composition of the harem was a little uneven!
On the other side, Hoof waved [Happy Flames] and charged towards Mother of the Night, Ossara.
Hoof Iril … had become a hoof!
"I'll chop chop chop chop!"
In the past, Hoof could not do anything. She was either the healer or the vanguard with a small shield and hammer, always having to take care of her teammates.
This time, with Iona's support, almost every hero in the Alliance had unlimited regenerative abilities. Hoof waved the divine weapon, Great Axe, and immediately used [Crusader Strike]. The holy golden light almost blinded Ossara's eyes.
Ossara was about to go crazy. Since when did a little Holy Knight dare to talk back to her?
"Your Holy Light is not worth mentioning!"
"Is that so?"
Osala had obviously underestimated Hoof, Valen's disciple.
Or rather, Hoof's combat strength had always been underestimated in the Alliance.
First of all, Du Ze did not want his harem to be the vanguard. Second, there were too many powerful people in the Holy Knights. The muscular men of the Four Silver Saints would definitely be the first to rush to the front. Basically, there was no chance for the hoof to appear.
Actually, the attack power of the hooves was not any weaker than the Four Silver Saints!
Osala was at a disadvantage the moment they met.
The three Shadow Throwing Daggers she threw out were actually melted by the flames of the hoof's Divine Weapon battle-axe in midair.
Orsala gritted her teeth and swung her two greatswords at the same time, barely blocking the hoof's ax.
However, just as Ossara's uppermost pair of arms made a hand gesture to coordinate with the casting of [Shadow Arrow], an extremely sharp arrow was shot.
He bent his left leg and dodged to the side. Only then did he feel the wind elemental arrow brush past his cheek.
The first arrow disappeared, and the next one came immediately. It was still a wind arrow, and it still had that unstoppable and terrifying feeling. Osala's heart was filled with fear as she retreated. She was not afraid of ordinary physical and elemental attacks, but the wind arrow contained some kind of god-level power that shocked her.
Only then did she see the golden-haired female elf who shot the arrow.
The strong wind around her caused her beautiful blonde hair to flutter in the air. However, this did not obstruct her vision, allowing her to focus on shooting arrow after arrow.
In particular, the hunting bow in her hand, which looked like a flapping eagle, emitted a powerful energy wave that made her heart throb like never before. Alarm bells rang.
[Sasdora Windrunner's Legacy]!
Not long after the establishment of the Elven Kingdom of Cuel Salas, a skilled craftsman took a branch from the Mother Tree in the Long Song Forest and carved it into [Sasdora]. Since then, it had been the Windrunner Family's proud heirloom.
This bow was held by the eldest child of each generation of the Windrunner Family!
This generation's holder was, of course, Aurelia.
However, the power of a divine artifact was not infinite. In the war with the Trolls 2,800 years ago, the power of this divine artifact bow was almost exhausted. Since then, it had been placed in the secret sacred place of the Windrunner Family, absorbing the natural energy of the Long Song Forest and slowly recovering.
Originally, the next time it could recover its power would be a thousand years later.
However, with the help of the Titans of the Pantheon Temple and the permission granted by the Azeroth Star Soul, this bow could see the light of day earlier.
Aurelia's archery was not that simple.
Every arrow shot seemed to travel through space and could be shot from any direction around Osala.
However, this kind of highly concentrated divine arrow could open a big hole in her body with each arrow.
The Matriarch had never been a person with thick skin.
This kind of fast but destructive fighting style was really asking for one's life.
Osala felt like she was going crazy. How could there be such archery in this world?
Every arrow was extremely strange and devoid of logic. But the Wind Arrow did not reason with Osara. It suddenly appeared, and Osara had to use all her strength to dodge sideways. She rolled on the ground without a care for her image to avoid the arrow aimed at her heart.
Even so, her lower right arm was still shot and exploded.
"Ah!" Osala let out a scream. "Suraya, are you still not done?"
The two Matriarchs had previously made a lot of threats, but they had suffered such a big loss in a single exchange. It was simply infuriating.
However, the Witches of Destruction was not only the Burning Legion's command center. The room they were in had another important function — this was the prison that imprisoned the Titans of the Pantheon Temple.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, Chief Sa had betrayed them and destroyed the Pantheon Temple.
All the Titans, including Aman 'Sur, were killed.
It was not entirely correct to say that the Titans were dead, because the Titans themselves were very special existences. The body and the soul could be two different things.
Some of the souls ran away. They drove a huge spaceship called the Pantheon and hid in a hidden space crevice in a corner of the universe.
The Titans' corpses and some of their remnant souls were imprisoned by Sargeras. After going through an extremely evil ritual, the Titans, who had shrunk in size after refinement, became pitiful prisoners.
Other than helping Kil 'jaeden command the entire Burning Legion, the four matriarchs would usually happily play S&M games with the Titans, using endless pain to torture these Titans, finally forcing them to fall and form a [Dark Pantheon].
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
