Rangers were not Mystics, and Rangers did not have a strong life force or defense. In this situation, if she was a Holy Knight, she might be able to use invincibility to charge in and fight.
But as a ranger … From the moment she could not shoot the enemy and refused to leave, Cirvanas' fate was decided.
Like a poor bird in a cage, no matter how fast she flapped her wings, she could not break free from the shackles of the cage. Her space to move was getting smaller and smaller!
"Receive my strongest attack — the fallen king who tried to destroy his people and kingdom. Anar 'alahbelore, for the eternal sun. "
This was Cirvanas' most powerful arrow!
It might be effective against other existences.
The most powerful arrow often meant that she needed to stop moving and accumulate power. For a mage who had rich defense, control, and countermeasure methods, it was like sending herself to death!
On the contrary, the sneak attack from before would be more effective.
Cirvanas did not want to use this move until the last moment.
Lightning gathered on her body, and the raging wind blew away the black flames that swept over. At this moment, Cirvanas had used all the elemental power she could.
Seeing this, Anastrian's gray lips twitched. "If I have to shoot this arrow to make you despair and serve me forever … then as you wish, my ranger general."
"Who wants to serve a rotten bone like you!?" Her light blonde hair danced in the raging wind, and Cirvanas almost pulled the longbow in her hand to a full moon.
The atmosphere shook.
The sky echoed with a buzzing sound.
The power of this arrow was definitely not small!
If it was a city gate without magic protection, perhaps it would be instantly shattered by this arrow.
"Thump —"
The vibration of the bowstring finally sounded. She released her fingers that were almost twisted by the bowstring, and as if it had turned into a twisting lightning arrow, it finally left the bowstring. After this arrow was shot, the entire arrow turned into a meteor in mid-air, shooting towards the Sun King with unparalleled power.
But such an arrow only passed through the three layers of black flames between her and the Sun King, and was annihilated …
It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.
"Just kill me!" Cirvanas said through gritted teeth.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the Sun King's lips. "Huh?"
He didn't even bother to raise his staff. With a point of his skinny finger, an illusory black skeleton rushed towards her with a roar.
Cirvanas let out a whimper. She never cried out of fear or regret. This brief, hoarse whimper was born of anger, hatred, and righteous rage, because she could not stop the Evil King, who had become the Fallen.
Even if she sacrificed everything she had, even her life, she still wouldn't be able to stop it.
She suddenly remembered the advice of Elusia and the others before she left.
"Wait for Duque! Duque will definitely have a way. If you don't have the strength to see through the whole situation, then please wait for Duque's instructions. "
Suddenly, he felt sad!
Sister Aurelia, Sister Sasha, was I wrong?
In pain and despair, she faced the terrifying black skeleton head-on. She hoped that her magic items could slightly resist this dark magic, but they shattered the moment they touched the black skeleton.
Low-level Mysteries were defenseless in front of high-level Mysteries.
The black skeleton hit her.
Cold. It was absolute cold that penetrated into her heart, like an ice sword cutting into her body.
At this moment, Cirvanas saw Kael 'thas turn his head, and their eyes met. The blood drained from Cirvanas' face, and her mind began to blur.
Was I hallucinating? A hint of regret appeared on Prince Kael 'thas' handsome face.
Cirvanas Windrunner felt that she was in free fall.
This wasn't in a physical sense, but on a mystical level. It was her soul that was falling. Like a ship that had lost its power in a storm, she was lost.
How did I get here?
I can't remember.
Was I killed by Arthas? Or was it the damn Sun King who did it?
There was no concept of time here. Her life wasn't a series of events, but just a moment, a flash of thought in the infinite void.
There was only darkness in front of her.
Then she felt that she was falling — she really felt it, for the first time in a long time. She flinched. She was in extreme pain.
She came here. She felt that her soul was being torn to pieces. She only felt pain.
Did fighting against evil bravely and protecting her home mean endless pain?
Cold.
Despair.
Fear.
Strange things appeared in the endless darkness.
Countless relatives and friends died, turning into mindless zombies that staggered around her. Seeing this scene, her heart became fragmented.
The purplish-black Scar of Death passed through the city, splitting it in two. The citizens of Silverymoon dragged their broken heads and innards behind them as they staggered towards the King of Death, Anastrian. In the end, they knelt on the ground and worshipped the despair that was about to rule them for all eternity.
She was angry, but she couldn't resist because the horror that definitely didn't exist in the world of the living was suppressing her.
Sharp claws of darkness surged out from all directions and tore at her. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.
A pair of evil eyes stared at her from behind, but she couldn't turn back.
She saw the Sun King's rotten mouth, his face full of mockery for once playing with her in the palm of his hand.
Her soul desperately tried to charge at him, but under the pressure of this horror, she somehow lost the courage to resist.
She suddenly found that she had once again become that underage blonde child who was trembling in fear in the dark forest, bearing the consequences of making the wrong choice alone.
As expected, my elder sister, my younger sister …
Is your foresight the most correct?
As expected, I shouldn't have been so rebellious. I should have listened to Duque earlier …
In the outside world, every elf looked at the female ranger's twitching body in horror and listened to her continuous screams.
That was Sylvanas' soul being ravaged and tortured. Every elf felt great pity for her, but also fear for the Sun King.
[Death Coil]!
With such a simple strike, Cirvanas, who they had placed their greatest hopes on, had been defeated.
Their courage was waning, their willpower was beginning to wane, their knees were about to give way, and their bodies were about to kneel.
At the very end, suddenly, the Sun King was shot by an arrow.
He let out the most mournful scream since his appearance.
It was an arrow shot by a young girl who had suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs. That girl had a face similar to Sylvanas'!
Enter Lilas Windrunner!
"This is impossible!" the Sun King screamed.
"Of course my arrow can't, but what if it's Alexstrasza's arrow?" The youngest of the Windrunner family smiled faintly.
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