Flames, shouts of killing, a death match that does not take a step back.

Steel collided violently with the rock, sputtering sparkling sparks.

The rangers who fight with the golems will have to keep the rock giants at bay while dealing with the treemen who are furious by the flames. This wave of treants was significantly higher than the first wave, recovering from the chaos, their flames instead aroused their ferocity, and they used their bodies to squeeze the puppet maneuver space.

Hadurun-Bright Wing doesn't remember splitting a few Treants, and every time the golem shakes, it's a confrontation with the Rock Giant. After a long training, he was firmly on the puppet's back, and the swing of his double sword brought a fan-like cold light. The tree man who jumped up in front of him was split in two by a sword, and then he kicked the lower half of the tree man. But if you kill one, more treemen jump on the puppet, and you can't kill it no matter how you kill it.

"Come on, come more," he thought to himself, and in this hand-to-hand encounter, he experienced the pleasure and intoxication of insolence. When the head is hot, everything is rugged and flickering in front of the eyes, flames, and the skull is flying. The golem tripped over the treeman's leg and fell to the ground with a clatter, Hadurun rolled a few meters away like a drunken man, and in the whistling of various arrows, he and several of his companions immediately stood up, surrounded by treemen, and we were surrounded! So what, in the flickering of the sword, he swayed his blood and sweat to his heart's content, in his own enthusiasm, his voice receded far away, he killed people and could not hear the sorrow of the killed, and when he galloped forward every moment, he felt like a festival.

"It seems that I'm troubled" Sylvanas swept his gaze across the battlefield and praised Shane's rangers, "They have their own temperament, and they don't need me to train them." Your irregular ranger, along the lines of his own temperament, will become an elite unit. ”

The voice is not loud, but it is estimated that the title of the irregular ranger will be remembered by all members of the Red Sun Guard after the war.

Sean chuckled, the battle intent of the night and the High Elves on the battlefield were intertwined, and the hot emotions were about to form a web of longing, and his divinity began to crumble again. The priestess of the night followed behind the troops, only two hundred meters from his position. Her mental fluctuations caught Sean's attention even more than the daytime sun.

"It's time for me to play. Sylvanas, help me take care of the rangers. ”

"Go with confidence, I'll take care of them as if they were my own rangers."

Shane nodded, teleporting not far from the Night Priest. The Night Elves reacted quickly. Almost at the same time, the throwing blades of dozens of guards sentinels flew towards Shane.

With a wave of his hand, the arcane energy in his body surged, revealing the instantaneous nature transformation of his body, and seven flame explosion techniques exploded around him. The shockwave blows away a dozen throwing blades and their owners.

"There's no room for miscellaneous soldiers on the battlefield here, my name is Shane-Dawnblade"

"Shantis - Hazuki"

"I initially expected peace, but then I found out that if there was no fight, neither side would have a calm dialogue, and there would be a war today."

"I don't think so, as long as you appear on our land, I have an obligation, a duty to expel you."

Neither caster had any intention of meeting and fighting, and each released his spirit, cautiously tentative

Shane gave up the naked eye. Use the pure spirit to see the night elves, their spell casting methods and the arcanist are completely two extremes, the arcanist's spell casting ability comes from control, the priest's spell casting ability comes from the psychic sustenance, the only thing in common is to think of thoughts as a kind of power.

The spirit interfered with reality, and Shane's surrounding ten meters became his kingdom, touching Shantis-Hazuki, and her silver spiritual brilliance also formed her own realm, resisting Shane's spiritual erosion. The battlefield is divided into two environments by the two of them, and no one else wants to step into the realm of their war.

What kind of spellcaster is he? Shantis Hazuki sees Shane. It felt that his deep spirit was calm to the point of not moving, but the calmer he was, the stronger the other party was in her feelings.

Ten thousand years have allowed her not to react her emotions to her expression under any circumstances. Not to mention a silver mask. It didn't matter who the Arcanist was, his purpose and strength were things she desperately wanted to know.

Shane's cool lake and her silver brilliance rubbed against each other, and hundreds of millions of spiritual threads hedged against each other and strangled each other in the process of confrontation. The spirit of the Night Girl is beautiful, pure as the moon. Can't help but get her.

"I've thought that fighting is the fastest way to get to know each other" Sean has his advantages, his spirit has sharpened his divinity, he has a combination of rigidity and softness, and he has the upper hand in consumption little by little" But is it really good to engage in spell warfare? I am not willing to give up any possibility of peace. ”

"There is no possibility of peace"

"Is there really no peace?"

"Nope"

The sound falls, dense to the essence of the arcane energy, which appears above the head for no reason in the blink of an eye. The energy that was about to reach the speed of light was almost beyond the time limit and invaded Shane's realm.

Shane's spirit interferes with reality, which is the surface of a lake in the senses, but the effective range is a spherical radius of more than ten meters. In the interference field, the intrusion energy was weakened layer by layer, buying him half a second. At this moment, seven petals blocked the top of the head, and the sparks of Ding~~ Ao Neng flew like stars. Immediately after that, the sound of glass breaking came one after another, and the petal shield broke through five layers in a row, and the sixth layer was barely deviated. Zi~~~ There was no explosion, and the energy penetrated a half-meter diameter and a bottomless black well on the ground.

"Luna Railgun"

A deep memory was dug into my mind, and I remembered the nickname of this spell.

For the first time, Sean felt a mortal threat, but it was only a threat, and there was an unbridgeable gap between it and the truth.

"If we don't want peace, we have to talk about it in another way."

Except for the few seconds of emptiness after casting, there are countless ways for Santis-Feather Moon to win. Spell battles in which fireballs, ice bolts, and thunderbolts fly around only exist between casters below the high ranks. The higher the level of the caster, the more unpredictable the spell becomes, and the more subtle it can be so subtle that it is imperceptible before it takes effect, ending the battle in an instant.

The spark of thought flashed, and he didn't find a milder spell, only a more intense method.

Raise her hand a little, and the large rift exploded not far from Shantis-Hazuki, and the suction was just enough to limit her movements. Another mage countered the forced disruption of the spell, and Sean was able to cast a third spell in full swing: the Frost Ring.

Shantis Feather Moon is frozen, and although it only lasts for a few seconds, Shane can use the gap time to do a lot of things.

Neutralizing her spell casting abilities is like flushing away energy residues from magical items, and the arcane energy washes away the mana balance in her body. His hand reached into the ice and grabbed the forehead of the female dark night, and was about to explode, but only to leave a little mark, and he retracted it violently.

Santis-Hazuki shimmered with silver light around her body and shattered the ice, quickly turning over a distance of more than ten meters.

"Not bad," Sean complimented, "Casting spells without action is a difficult technique. ”

"I also know the history of the War of the Ancients, the ability to explore the world has been enhanced by arcane magic, and it is only in the process of exploring that Ashara was bewitched by the Fallen Titans, which caused disaster. Be clear about the fact that it was Azhara who caused the disaster, not arcane magic. Why can't we abandon prejudice and keep the peace? ”

But in the eyes of Shantis-Feather Moon, he is more hateful than the demon, his condescending attitude, and the arcane smell on his body are no different from the mages of 10,000 years ago, and the exile in front of him is saying: Give you peace, and the civilians will accept it obediently.

", the presence of magic only upsets the balance of nature."

"Hehe, that's because you don't have enough knowledge. According to my observations, your spirit has not become incomparably larger because of the accumulation of time, but because it has been uplifted by the purity of the soul and the appreciation of the worshiped object? All the good times are wasted for you.

You should understand that if I am a person without kindness, you are already dead" Arcanist is the right of the Arcanist, and in order to take care of the mood of the night, Sean did not say anything more arrogant.

"I'm a gentle mage," he said, reasserting the impact he wanted to leave on the world. "So as long as you don't die."

When the battle resumed, Sean would not give the 'Luna Railgun' a chance to lock on, snapped his fingers, and the magic mark left on the forehead of the female night exploded, and he could feel that Ao Neng had caused a little damage to the brain of the female night. Taking advantage of the opportunity to teleport over, his right hand raised and grabbed her forehead. The arcane energy erupts and frantically pours in, without achieving any magic effect, as long as it blends in and destroys the original energy balance, it can temporarily block the ability to cast spells.

The female Night Elf starts.

The Lord will be captured, except for the night army that was fighting a moment ago, retreated along the small slope of the forest, and the sentinels who threw off the minotaur to return to help also stayed at the edge of the forest, and when the battle was over, everyone looked at him, staring intently, waiting for his action.

However, at this very moment, under the gaze of all living beings, the divinity is unusually noisy. It's in some kind of metamorphosis, and the alarm sound of the Eye of Truth is about to blow up the brain.

"What's going on"

"Important changes, please observe for yourself."

What is the instinct of divinity? Closing his eyes and opening them again, Shane saw a different world. The divinity in one's own spiritual sea is melting, no, it is merging. More than a thousand red threads are connected to him, and a figure below is sinking or floating, they are shouting, constantly changing the color of the thread, it is the power of thought woven by everyone on the battlefield rushing towards him, not faith, just worship, envy, fear, horror and other feelings, but divinity is joy.

Time loses its meaning in the spirit of this moment. The prismatic divinity slowly melts, melting into a golden liquid the size of a grain of rice. "Suck it!" The voice came from Shane's instinct, and the liquid of gold disappeared as the thought moved. The next moment, a drop of golden blood attached to his heart.

All the spirits feel what the golden blood is, and the Eye of Truth calculates rapidly. Time does lose its meaning in the spirit of the moment.

When he came out of the spirit world, Sean learned some secrets of the world: the mortal and extraordinary, the golden blood holy soul. (To be continued.) )