"Fasqui? It's you! ”

Seeing the ugly gorgons on the ground, Tyrande's voice was filled with disbelief: "You're still alive!" ”

"If you don't die, how can I be willing to die!"

Fasqi's snake eyes were red with white light, her distorted face was full of resentment, the snake spine longbow in her hand emitted a dazzling light, the shallow water scepter on the other hand was delicate and delicately revealed the twisted lines that belonged to Naga, the color of the Endless Serpent Ring shining with arcane energy, and the specially tailored sea witch coat set off Fasqi's body extraordinarily convex and backward:

Before she became a Naga, she must have been a veritable beauty of the Night Elf Clan!

Now it's disgusting!

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

10,000 years ago, Queen Esshara personally destroyed the ancient Night Elf Empire, and Fasqi, as the Queen's personal maid, naturally witnessed everything and was an important participant in it.

Tyrande, on the other hand, along with Malfurion and others, sabotaged Queen Eshara's plans, which eventually led to the explosion of the Well of Eternity, causing countless upper elves to be cursed and turned into Naga.

It can be said that Tyrande is the enemy of the entire Naga race, and it is also a mortal enemy.

Ten thousand years ago, Fasqi's status was noble, far from being comparable to Tyrande, who was an ordinary priestess of the Moon Temple.

Ten thousand years later, Tyrande has become the highest-ranking leader of the Night Elves and the highest-ranking highest-ranking priestess of the Temple of the Moon God, but she is still Her Majesty's personal maid and does not see the light of day.

Now, these two women who have lived for more than 10,000 years meet again, and I am afraid that they will never die.

"Fasqi! Did you trick Illidan into doing such a stupid thing? You're damned! ”

The Priestess of the Moon raised her hand, and a pure white pillar of the Moon suddenly appeared, hitting where Fasqi was. In the second before the watery moonlight fell, the gorgons barely made any movement, and her body disappeared directly, appearing in another place twenty meters away, while the two Naga royal guards and the two Naga banshees standing around her were directly hit by the Pillar of Moonlight, killing them instantly.

Naga, who is qualified to serve as Fasqi's personal guard, must be an elite who is qualified to go head-to-head with high-level warriors, and the Naga clan is born with extremely strong spell resistance, but I didn't expect to be killed so easily, and I didn't even have the power to resist at all.

Fasqi is no worse either.

She drew her bow and arrows, her body moving rapidly on the ground to dodge a possible attack, and she fired three arrows at once.

The three arrows were fired in different directions, but the next second they left the bowstring, they changed their trajectory in the air, and the target of each arrow was Tyrande.

This is the famous "split arrow".

Fasqi is definitely a legendary archer no less than Santis Hazuki, and her archery skills are very terrifying.

But the three flickering arrows did not hit Tyrande, but in mid-air, they were hit by three arrows with moonlight on the way, and Tyrande's arrows were equally clever!

The Storm Raven finally came from high to low, and then landed steadily, returning to his Night Elf form, which was none other than Malfurion.

Tyrande also came to the ground, bow and arrow, staring at the Gorgons in the distance.

"Illidan! Do you know what you're doing? You're destroying Northrend! Stop your spellcasting! Otherwise, I will meet the standards and nature will sentence you to death! Malfurion's voice rang out.

Illidan ignored him, still concentrating on casting spells.

The ritual reached its most critical moment, and he felt that he had activated all the energy of the Eye of Sargeras, and it would not be long before he could completely take out the Frozen Throne and the Lich King.

This is an important part of his plan, and there is absolutely no room for error.

What's more, he doesn't have any feelings for that biological brother now.

It's not that he doesn't recognize his brother, it's that his brother doesn't recognize him.

What can he do!

Kael'thas weighed it up, but in the end he was reluctant to stop Malfurion, and instead ordered all the High Elves to cast spells to continue to maintain a large barrier and protect Illidan from interference.

As for Malfurion, leave it to the Naga!

Naga were numerous, nearly three thousand, and soon attacked Malfurion, under the orders of Fasqi. In Fasqui's eyes, Malfurion was as hateful as Tyrande and had to be killed.

Malfurion, though very strong, had no one to give him time to call for help from nature. The Nagas were not weak either, and soon besieged Malfurion.

Tyrande was also entangled by Fasqi, and with the siege of the other Nagas, self-preservation was a problem, let alone interfering with Illidan.

Kael'thas watched all this, but his heart did not relax at all, because there was an even more terrible enemy, hiding in the shadows.

In a flash of cold light, the moon wheel appeared silently, instantly taking the life of a High Elf mage.

Kael'tham, who was always ready, finally locked on to Mavi this time, a long-prepared gravitational spell that took effect immediately, freezing Mavi in place, and the huge gravitational force made it impossible for her to leave.

Kael'thas is naturally extremely strong in spell casting, and once he controls Mavi's rhythm and slows him down, then it's time for him to perform.

At this moment, Kael'thas is full of resentment towards Mavi, too many of his compatriots have died at Mavi's hands, and he decides to kill Mavi!

But the next moment, Kael'tham's face changed suddenly.

Because Mavi is gone!

Her body was clearly visible from its original form, then blurred. Almost in just a second, it completely disappeared, completely invisible.

The gravitational spell didn't trap her, she left the spell's effective range, and the hell knows how she did it!

Kael'thas completely lost his lock on Mavi, which made him realize that it was really too difficult to catch and kill the watcher, and it was almost impossible to do it.

He had to know more about Mavi and had to find Mavi's weaknesses in order to deal with her.

But at least for now, he's bought time for Illidan.

The ritual has been carried out to the last minute, and it only takes a minute for Illidan to be completely completed, the full power of the Eye of Sargeras will be poured out, the Frozen Throne will be completely destroyed, the Lich King will disappear from this world, and Arthas will lose almost all of its power.

He will then find Arthas and avenge his father with his own hands.

No one can stop this.

Malfurion couldn't get over at all, Tyrande was entangled by Fasqi, and although Mavi was uncontrollable, with her ability, it was impossible to break through the enchantment woven by so many High Elf mages in just one minute.

Not to mention, as long as Mavi gets close, he can spot her and stop her.

After a minute, everything will be settled.

He doesn't have to go against Malfurion anymore, everything here will be none of his business.

But, who can let him get his wish?

"Finally, it's done." A familiar voice sounded, and Kael'thas looked up suddenly, seeing a familiar figure in the sky, flapping its golden wings, shaking its head and sighing softly.

"In the end, it is the enchantment woven by the High Elf mage, much stronger than those undead, Your Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas, your attainment in arcane magic is indeed much stronger than that of Kel'thugad, it took you a full ten minutes...... Fortunately, it's done! ”

Jiang Zai sighed, and the orange bow Solidar appeared in his hand.

He gently pulled his bow, and a golden-white energy arrow appeared.

"Well, that's it, one of the few weaknesses...... It's not your fault, Kael'thas, this spell enchantment was perfectly conceived, but your men's spellcasting ability wasn't perfect, so there were some less important mistakes...... For me, enough is enough. ”

Jiang Zai chuckled, his face was a little holy against the backdrop of the golden white light, like an archangel descending from the sky.

He let go of his hand, and the arrow left the bowstring: "Then, break!" ”