[Wind Arrow], the unique skill of the Windrunner family.
The heaven-defying Windrunner could make these arrows, which were as light as cotton wool, float along with the wind.
Yes! Not shoot, not pierce, but float!
By locking on to the opponent's vital points in the wind, the arrow would float along the preset wind trajectory to its destination.
The human body moved in the air, and every movement of the limbs had to expel the air near its destination.
The movement of air was the wind.
If one did not understand the law of the wind, or use something to break the law of the wind, then no matter how one dodged or how strong the wind was, the Wind Arrow would still hit its intended target.
However, no matter what level of godly skill it was, it still crossed the boundary of skill and was included in the category of Nature Magic.
Cirvanas and Aurelia's Wind Arrow had always been successful. Even when facing Orc Warlocks, there was never a situation where they could not hit their target. Of course, it was a different matter if the opponent used a shield to block the attack.
The Wind Arrow was indeed the nemesis of the Dragonmaw Clan's Dragon Cavalry who had almost no armor in order to reduce their weight.
What the two Windrunner sisters did not expect was that in the Horde's camp, there was only one powerful shaman in the sky. Every qualified shaman was a master of Nature Magic.
The Windrunner sisters' long-range magic arrows were completely countered by Zuluhed.
It was not that the Windrunner sisters could not defeat Zuluhed.
In the first place, this so-called duel had a very unfair premise — the Giant Dragon. Although he couldn't tell which dragon Zuluhed was riding, he could tell from the size of the red dragon that it was definitely more than a thousand years old. It could take on a human form and cast a lot of magic. It was a true dragon in the truest sense of the word.
The army was already at a disadvantage against the air force. They were completely defeated in terms of mobility, not to mention that Zuluhed was riding an adult red dragon that was the ruler of the sky. Zuluhed could easily defend and not attack, allowing the giant dragon to take care of anyone.
With these two factors combined, the Windrunner sisters were at a great disadvantage, especially those brave Torrential Fort Ballista gunners.
Cirvanas would not be able to forgive himself for a long time if those brave Torrential Fort Ballista gunners were really burned to death.
"No — —" It was the same mournful cry that lingered for a long time.
A Ranger could be a sharp attacker, but unfortunately, a Ranger could never be a protector like a Paladin. Cirvanas could only watch helplessly as the Red Dragon's flames descended upon those brave warriors who had summoned their courage to come out, only to face the flames of death helplessly and hopelessly.
Cirvanas didn't have any special feelings towards ordinary humans. However, for these people who bore her promise, if they died, it would undoubtedly be a mockery and destruction to the pride in Cirvanas' heart.
Even Aurelia, who was not far away, bit her red lips. Perhaps this will destroy the trust humans have in us?
In that instant, the Windrunner sisters felt their hearts wrench in pain.
A streak of familiar white light saved those crossbow gunners, as well as the Windstalker's promise.
[Hand of Magic]
It was this thing again.
When a Hand of Magic played Instant Division, from one to two, then two to four … until there were 128, it might seem like just a magic trick.
When 128 Hands of Magic cast [Icicle] at the same time, using 128 small ice whirlwinds to form a huge wall of ice, blocking the dragon breath of the five young red dragons; when the elements of ice and fire collided fiercely in midair, condensing into a gorgeous boundary line of ice and fire …
Aurelia and Cirvanas shouted the same name in infinite surprise at the same time.
"Duque!"
"Duque — —"
Different ending notes, different lingering charm, and the same surprise.
After shouting at the same time, the two sisters looked at each other from 50 meters away, which was rare. They both saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes, and then looked away at the same time.
Well, no matter what, their promise was kept.
A [Flash].
In a sudden dazzling white light, Duque's figure suddenly appeared next to the panicked cannoneers.
Duque smiled at them. "Attack. Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the alliance, is with you."
At this time, the panicked cannoneers all revealed ecstatic smiles.
"Thank you very much, honorable deputy commander."
Oh my god! This is so happy.
The high-ranking mage, the Duke of Stormwind, the extraordinary deputy commander of the alliance of Lordaeron, Duque, is personally protecting us!?
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, the cannoneers still could not believe their eyes.
If he could survive today, he would definitely brag to his descendants for the rest of their lives. "Back then, I, your grandfather, was protected by the magic of the Alliance's Vice Commander. I survived the flames of the five red dragons, and I even braved the dragon's breath that could burn the earth to ashes to open fire at those damn orc transport ships."
With joy and excitement, the cannoneers skillfully operated the cannons and roared at the transport ships in the center of the strait.
Duque's appearance scared Zuluhed and his men. The red dragons climbed up one after another.
Duque was a magic-type powerhouse who had just killed the Shadow Council's powerhouse, Locama Sharktooth, so they could not be too careful.
"Chief, what do we do?" the dragon roar beastmen asked Zuluhed.
"Don't go down. We can suppress them from the sky. As long as the transport ships pass, it will be our victory." Zuluhed was very clear-headed.
A true archmage was indeed terrifying.
However, no matter what kind of magic it was, it had a range. As long as there was enough distance, the magic that needed to fly to hit the target would not be able to do anything to the red dragons in the sky.
"What do we do?" The Windrunner sisters, who had rushed to Duque's side, asked the same question.
They could tell at a glance that Duque might be able to use magic to protect one or no more than ten groups of cannoneers, but it was definitely not enough to face the Horde's army on the other side of the bridge and the Red Dragon Cavalry in the sky. They had to get the troops from Torrent Fortress out of their bunkers as soon as possible and rebuild the line of defense on the north side of Sardol Bridge.
The most important thing now was to get rid of those annoying Orc Dragon Cavalry. The problem was that there were still over a hundred controlled red dragons in the sky!
As much as they did not want to admit it, Duque had undoubtedly become the Windrunner sisters' last hope.
If they wanted to prove themselves and the strength of the High Elf Rangers, if they wanted to show off in front of everyone, it seemed that in the end, they still had to rely on Duque!
Seeing that Duque did not answer immediately, the Great Demon Queen Aurelia began to tempt him. "Come, little brother Duque, help me think of a good way to get rid of those evil big lizards. I will repay you later. "
At this moment, Duque smiled.
"Can you guys fly?"
"Huh?" The Windrunner sisters were stunned.
"No way, then let big brother Duque take you guys to show off and fly."
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