An earth-shattering shockwave swept through the entire kingdom, all the way to Silvermoon City.
In that moment, every elf in the kingdom felt a million times more terrifying than an earthquake.
It was a sense of despair, as if the entire world was about to be destroyed in an instant.
Starting from the Long Song Forest, the hundred-meter-tall giant trees along the magical power vein were blown into the sky by the continuous explosions like dominoes.
In the forest, Sylvanas tried to use her speed to dodge the shockwave of the terrifying explosion.
She wasn't in the direct range of the explosion, but the speed of a hero was useless against the shockwave that surpassed the limits of the human body. With a muffled grunt, she was blasted into a tree by the shockwave.
Sylvanas tried to activate a skill in mid-air to prevent herself from crashing into the tree, but before she could, the tree itself was sent flying.
The elves within range of the explosion were turned to ash, and the soldiers outside were also thrown into confusion.
The elves' slender bodies were the least resistant to shockwaves, and the shockwave from afar was enough to knock them off their feet. Many were even blown off the ground, crashing into various corners of the forest.
The chocobos' feathers danced in the air, and the terrified or dying cries of the chocobos reverberated everywhere.
Haduron Brightwing was closer to the center of the shockwave, and was blown into the sky by the shockwave.
Theron was even more unlucky. She was hit by an exploding magic runestone, and half of her body was paralyzed as she was pinned under an arcane puppet.
Lor'themar thought she was dead for sure, but a valiant figure appeared in front of her. A bolt of lightning flashed in her hand, and the arcane puppet that had been destroyed and lost its mobility suddenly bent its arm like a dying man's muscle spasms.
In the instant that the puppet bounced up thirty centimeters, Sylvanas had already dug Theron out at a speed that was almost too fast for the naked eye to catch.
The next moment, Sylvanas raised her hand, and a gust of wind swept out from her palm, pushing Haduron, who was about to fall to his death, away from the tremendous momentum of falling from the sky. He avoided crashing directly into the hard ground, and instead fell into the soft grass in the distance.
Haduron was in a sorry state. He even had mud in his mouth. However, he knew very well that he was a ranger, not a mage with the [Slow Fall Spell]. It was all thanks to Cirvanas that he didn't end up as a giant meat pie.
However, most of the other Rangers were not so lucky to have a heroic Ranger General to save the day.
Some were pierced by sharp branches, some were thrown dozens of meters away, and then fell heavily into meat paste. Some were affected by the explosion, their bodies were cut off in mid-air, and they became corpses before falling to the ground.
The pitiful state of their subordinates made Haduron and Lor 'themar even more aware of how dangerous the situation was.
Haduron spat out the mud in his mouth. "Big sister, I owe you my life."
Lor 'themar was even more direct. He seemed to have figured out what was going on, and his face turned green and red. "If I don't die today, my life is yours in the future."
Cirvanas narrowed his eyes and scanned Lor 'themar at high speed.
Lor 'themar sat up with difficulty. Gritting his teeth, he slapped his dislocated calf back into place. "I only have half of my strength left."
Haduron quickly checked his equipment and gritted his teeth. "Big sister, you can use my life first when it's critical."
Cirvanas pursed his pretty lips and glanced at the rangers who were still able to move. "Sound the horn. Gather all the elves who can still move. We're going back."
Hopefully, they could make it in time!
The Long Song Forest, which had been lush and lush a moment ago, now looked as if it had been plowed by a huge iron plough. The black soil under the forest was scattered in all directions in the huge explosion. In the blink of an eye, a huge, deep scar was formed in the forest. Endless chaotic magic spilled out from the huge black scar.
The rangers could not imagine what Silvermoon City was like on the other side of the magical ley line.
The whole of Silvermoon City was shrouded in smoke at this moment.
The explosion of the magical ley line destroyed more than half of the city. The street from the city gate to the Sunstrider Palace was completely destroyed. Not a single building that was more than one floor tall could be seen.
Almost every wall turned into powder and fell to the ground. The sound of magic items exploding could be heard continuously.
Every street struggled in the flames. The originally flat ground of the entire city was like waves, piling up and squeezing together.
Screams came from afar and spread endlessly.
Perhaps the more powerful Wizards could instantly activate their magic shields to save their lives, but the soldiers and civilians without special abilities were completely at their wits' end.
Anastrian, the Sun King, and several members of the Silver Moon Council rushed out. They saw that Silvermoon City, which had been incomparably beautiful just a minute ago, had already been reduced to ruins. There were shocking collapsed ruins everywhere. It was as if a terrible earthquake had happened.
"By the Well of the Sun, what happened?" The Sun King had just finished talking to himself.
Screams suddenly came from where the city gate should have been, as well as the vague light of destructive magic.
Was that … a battle?!
"Ah —"
The screams could be heard clearly even from a few kilometers away, because the screams were getting louder and louder.
Anastrian was not someone who had never experienced war, but was a fool who had been numbed by peace. He immediately realized that this was definitely a premeditated attack.
The increasing dark aura in the direction of the city gate told him the identity of the attacker — the Doomsday Army!
They had no intention of saving the victims in the city. The Sun King's expression turned cold. "Guards! Gather everyone who can fight and set up a defense line in the palace! "
He ordered his subordinates to set up a defense, but the Sun King didn't enter the palace himself. Instead, he walked out of the palace, surrounded by guards.
A Silvermoon Council member asked in shock, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"The Well of the Sun."
The hearts of the council members thumped. They realized His Majesty's choice.
In the eyes of the king, only the Well of the Sun was the root of the High Elves. He had already abandoned the 100,000 to 80,000 elves who were still alive in Silvermoon City.
A council member couldn't help but dissuade the Sun King. "Your Majesty, are you going to abandon your subjects just like that?"
"I —" Before Anastrian could finish, something even more shocking to him, as well as all the council members and guards, happened.
A bridge made of ice suddenly extended from the direction of the city gate to everyone in a few breaths.
Before anyone could react, a huge ice disc carrying a few figures that emitted an ominous aura had already arrived.
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