He felt that this was a real demotion.
However, being able to take down Stratholme, which the damned Lordaeron valued the most, would make His Majesty's position even more secure.
He was disdainful of the red-haired human mage who had charged into the fray, until he saw the golden emblem of the Marcus Family …
Duke Marcus?
Him again?!
Not every member of the Marcus Family had the right to wear the gold-rimmed blue Storm crest. Only the core members had the right to wear it. The middle ones had silver edges, and most of them had copper or the more common black iron edges.
The Lich laughed loudly, "Haha! You must be that useless disciple of the Marcus Family, right? The Rhonin who couldn't even advance to Radiant Moon after more than ten years? "
Trash Rhonin seemed to have become a common meme used by the Alliance and the Calamity Army.
Thirteen years ago, Rhonin had killed his comrades in the Dalajan and was forcefully taken in as a disciple by Duque. Many young mages were envious of him and regarded him as someone who overestimated his abilities and got lucky.
Rhonin's face twitched.
Immediately after, he saw a rain of Shadow Arrows!
Black bullets of light tore through the snow-white sky, and with a shrill cry of the soul, they announced their arrival to the world.
Before the black rain of light could pour down, the Scarlet Cross warriors at the front had already fallen to the ground, clutching their heads in pain from the terrifying sound of their souls.
In an instant, there were only two people left in the charge.
One was Bridget, who raised his shield and charged into the encirclement of five Death Knights with an unstoppable momentum.
The other was a red-haired mage who maintained his spellcasting posture while running at high speed.
Countless people panted heavily on the battlements as they stared at this strange duo — a slender yet incomparably violent female Holy Knight, and a burly yet agile middle-aged mage.
Perhaps they had lost their ability to fight due to the hail, or perhaps they did not have the courage to stand up due to fear.
Even if they were waiting for the judgment of death, it did not stop them from looking at the final ray of hope that would charge out of this section of the wall.
Would it be a deeper despair?
Or would it be redemption filled with hope?
No one knew what they were feeling at this moment. All they knew was that their gazes had been captured.
"I am Rhonin! A descendant of the Dalajan Mage! Inheritor of Duke Marcus — "A self-satisfied shout was heard, followed by a seemingly ordinary [Arcane Missile].
[Arcane Missile] — The most basic arcane offensive spell!
70% of Earth Mages knew how to do it!
However, it wasn't that there weren't many people who could play as well as Rhonin, it was that there were none!
It was just an Arcane Missile, but the onlookers felt as if they had seen a falling comet!
Resplendent! Dazzling! It was filled with the shock of tearing apart the heavens and earth!
In the blink of an eye, the Arcane Bullets seemed to have split, and four new Arcane Bullets appeared in four directions.
Luo Ning had already reached the limit of what a Morning Star Wizard could do.
The lich's countenance changed slightly, the spiritual light flickering in his turbid eyes seemed to waver but he still did not care.
Even if a Morning Star Wizard gave it his all, he would still only be a Morning Star.
The difference in mana density and energy rank was enough for him to ignore Rhonin's attack.
In theory, that was the case!
However, in the next moment, something that shocked him so much that his jaw almost fell off happened.
Eight lifelike Magic Hands appeared next to the five Arcane Missiles. This time, eight Arcane Missiles appeared. If his calculations weren't wrong, these eight Arcane Missiles would hit him first even though he was the one who came later.
This was definitely not at the level of a Morning Star!
As expected, in the next moment, Rhonin's surging mana appeared along with the eight Magic Missiles.
One step, two steps, three steps!
In just three steps, Rhonin's aura unreasonably broke through the limits of a Morning Star and charged straight into the Radiant Moon realm!
He was not an ordinary Radiant Moon either. The arcane spell radiating from his body flickered like lightning. In this snow-covered battlefield, almost every inch of the snow reflected Rhonin's purplish-blue radiance.
"This is impossible!" the Lich cried out.
Since ancient times, there had been cases of wizards advancing in battle.
Those were isolated cases, and most wizards who advanced in battle had unstable auras. The sudden increase in mana was not something that a temporarily expanded magic circuit could easily adapt to.
Rhonin did not have this problem. Not only did he operate his circuit with ease, he seemed to have perfectly inherited his master Duque's name of 'Hundred Hands'. Even more Magic Hands appeared around him.
If the attack formed by the thirteen magic missiles already looked like a purplish-blue awl, then after more magic missiles filled up the empty space around it, the range and number of missiles increased, easily surpassing the level of an arcane barrage.
It became a terrifying attack that was not inferior to a torrential rain!
To the onlookers, Rhonin did not seem like a magic attack at all. It was like throwing a Christmas tree made of highly concentrated arcana magic power onto the lich's face!
"No!" the Lich screamed and flashed more than a hundred meters away.
Who knew that the Arcane Christmas Tree would accelerate under Rhonin's control, drawing an unbelievable arc in the air and exploding the Lich.
It looked like Rhonin had used his small body to swing a huge blue machete that was more than 40 meters long and ruthlessly slashed at the dodging Lich.
"Bam!" There was a huge explosion, and the Lich was blasted into smithereens without any suspense.
Perhaps in the near future, he would be resurrected by the Lich King or the fallen Sun King. At least for now, he would not be able to cause any trouble to the defenders.
"Long live Rhonin!"
No one knew who shouted first, but in an instant, deafening cheers sounded from the entire Stratholme West Wall.
While the Death Knights were stunned, Bridget used the Warrior's signature skill [Shield Bash] and smashed the head of a Death Knight into smithereens. He then smashed the entire right arm of another Death Knight with his hammer and killed his way out of the encirclement, reuniting with Rhonin.
Hearing the cheers, Bridget smiled and said, "Uncle, well done!"
Just as Rhonin was about to say something, something strange happened.
Without any warning, a skinny finger with a shiny golden ring appeared in the air, and a cold light shot out from the finger, piercing through Rhonin's two magic shields.
Under Bridget's astonished gaze, Rhonin's shoulder was pierced through, blood spurting out four to five meters away. The huge impact sent Rhonin flying.
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