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The divinity in Shane's body is slightly agitated, and the comfortable pleasure and irrepressible excitement are transmitted from the tail vertebrae from the heart to the brain. Even if it is a divinity with the breath of death, its beauty is irresistible to mortals.

Sylvanas behind "All Turn" found the caster of the undead, she tensed her body, the heat blew onto Shane's neck, and with the female elf sword, the ranger team twisted their bodies like swimming fish, turned nimbly, and rushed towards another weak point of the Scourge army, but the speed was less than half of the normal, because Shane's blessing was offset by the breath of ice, and it was slower.

Everyone knew that as long as there was a caster in control, the team would be like a deer on a leash, exhausted and tortured to death.

On the chocobo, due to inertia, Shane's body was biased, and out of natural reaction, his concentration returned to his brain, Divinity, it is really very beautiful, but is that my fate?

"Mage, help us clear a path." Sylvanas screamed crisply, and the heat reached Shane's ears.

If the enemy has only one caster, he will not be able to perform any other actions while maintaining the field control spell. Sean was sure that there was only one spellcaster on the other side.

He stretched out his staff, and an orange-red fireball spawned at the head of the staff, then changed from the size of a basketball to a fist-sized blue-white fireball. Only one thermobaric bomb is not enough, Shane rings his bell, the second thermobaric bomb spawns, and then a distance, the third thermobaric bomb spawns, and then the wind god accelerates.

"Boom" thermobaric bomb hit a straight line. The white light lit up, and Shane closed his eyes, and in less than a second, the wind pressure returned, and the sitting chocobo staggered a few steps, swaying with Shane and Sylvana. When I opened my eyes, there was not a single moving object on the road ahead, nothing but ashes.

The best way to deal with natural disasters is the Holy Light, followed by the Fire. Whether it's a skeleton or a spider or another undead species, it's still essentially flesh and blood, and after the ashes, it can't be regenerated or awakened.

The undead caster's position is a bit far from Shane's range, and the vectorcast ranged strike cannot be cast while moving. But even if you can't interrupt the enemy's spell casting, it's enough to boost the morale of the rangers.

"Alright, the road has been opened, fellows. Move forward with me. ”

As he howled with Sylvanas, Shane raised his staff in one hand. Large-area circumcision can easily cause an unnatural flow of atmospheric energy. Since it's already unnatural, there's a way to make it even more unnatural.

At this moment, the breeze puffed up Shane's robes, wide robes, cuffs and skirt feet fluttered wildly, Sylvanas controlled the mount to run more smoothly, and the long hair of the female elf was blown out of the hood by the wind from Shane, and it went backwards with the wind.

Above his head, the bright blue light shone in all directions to the head of the staff, and the pure arcane energy condensed into a blue streamer, fluttering into the air like silk in the wind, and then spontaneously emitted the same arcane light, one, two, three or four, as if it was inexhaustible, inexhaustible, until under perception, every ranger was bathed in arcane magic. Shane shook his staff, and the sound waves vibrated in circles visibly.

'Bo Bo ......'

Wherever the sound waves passed, the blue streamers naturally shattered one after another, and the bright arcane energy exploded into the atmosphere like a breeze. The cold air was gone, and the magic effect attached to the ranger team disappeared in an instant.

It's not purification, it's not dispelling, it's not lifting. This is a spell technique that belongs to Sean alone, belonging to disturbance, interference and aggression.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Shane"

After a brief conversation with the elves, the team picked up speed, and the Windrangers rode the wind.

"For Quel'Thalas"

Yes, for the sake of Quel'Thalas, and for the people I love and those who love me.

Following the path cleared by Shane, with the blessing of the spell, the rangers approached the undead spellcaster at three times the speed and only in the blink of an eye.

It was a lich, robes propped up by a skeleton of bones, a spellbook in his right hand and a metal staff in the other, dark blue spectral fire leaping and burning in the skeleton's eyes and mouth.

'Frost Orb'

'Scorching Ray'

Two opposing forces hedged, and Shane instantly defeated the spell on the opposite side.

'Forced silence'

'Arcane Turbulence'

Both lose their ability to cast spells at the same moment. Then a flash of the sword flashed, and Sylvanas took the lich's head. But at this moment, four death knights surrounded him, cold with evil blades, and in the moment of staggering, Shane could barely react and slashed at his head.

There was a crisp sound as the metal collided, and Sylvanas unslashed the sword. But another sword stabbed Shaun directly into his side from his left.

The "Multicast-Sevenfold Shield" is a seven-sided arcane shield like a petal, which is held up at this time of crisis.

But....... Ding Ding Shane's robes flickered, and then dimmed again.

"That's not right!"

Blood threads floated up, and even a trace of gold threads came out.

"I'm hurt, is this divinity?" Shane was taken aback, and the afterglow reflected the Death Knight's triumphant smile.

Sean didn't know much about divinity, and the number of divine creatures he knew of in Azeroth was very scarce, and he could be sure that the god with divine knowledge was either the mythical Guardian of the Path, Malloyn. Either it's Cenarius, a demigod far from Shane's camp. If divinity is the basis for becoming immortal, then how can divinity grow, let go of the instinct of divinity, plunder, devour? Shane is not so unwise, and if he wants to go further, the use of power in moderation and the restraint of any uncontrolled impulses are the basic rules for walking on the arcane path.

In the blink of an eye, the four Death Knights and Shane staggered, followed by hundreds of elite rangers, countless war blades were chopped off, and the sound of broken blades was continuous, the dead riders fell, and the rangers also fell a few people.

But none of that was about Shane, and his ears were filled with a constant laugh, a triumphant laugh from far away.

The golden blood of divinity became more and more agitated, and the golden blood that existed in the heart surged to the outer divinity.

Wind and earth and death.

The wind is the wind of freedom, the south wind that brings moisture, the winter wind that brings cold, and the wind that alternates the seasons and the harvest withers away from the natural cycle.

Soil is the thick earth, the land where all things grow, the source of dedication, the place where life returns, and the mother of all things.

In death, you belong to yourself in life, and you belong to the Lich King after death.

'This is my fate?' ’

Shane fainted. (To be continued.) )