That's it for me?!! When Carl woke up from his dream, the old elf and the old windrunner were gone.

Sylvanas walked in, and saw Carl holding the Wrath of the Stars with an incredulous look.

"This is the style of your Windranger family?!" Carl couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when he saw Sylvanas holding his hands as if he were watching a good show, "No wonder your family is called Windranger, and this ancestor who named your family was very far-sighted. ”

Carl's thumbs up was slapped off by Sylvanas, and she glared at Carl and said, "Don't joke about your ancestors." She paused and continued, "I also think it's strange that the old patriarch hasn't come out to deal with things for many years, but I didn't expect to come to give you a bow today, and I didn't even ask or try. ”

Sylvanas' bewildered look made Carl put all the doubts aside, rushed forward and hugged Sylvanas and gnawed it, ignoring Sylvanas's struggles, kissing her until she was out of breath before letting her go.

Sylvanas, who was let go, had no strength, and could only lean on Carl's arms and pant non-stop, two small hands twisted around Carl's waist, for Carl it was like a massage, not torture, but enjoyment.

Eager to try his hand at the legendary bow and arrow, Carl was led by Sylvanas to a training ground that had been kicked out by Sylvanas, including the 'powerful' Lilas Windranger - the younger brother of the three Windranger sisters - who wanted to stay and meet Carl.

Carl didn't have time to pay attention to this naughty brother-in-law now, so he could only pretend not to see it and let him be driven away, so Carl took out the wrath of the stars, carefully examined the exquisite bow, and then slowly pulled the bow away.

To Carl's surprise, the bow wasn't heavy, and it only looked a little bigger than a normal bow, but it required a lot of strength, and with Carl's huge strength, it took a little force to pull it apart, and then

"Flutter~" Sylvanas saw Carl stupidly pull the bow on the side, but Leng didn't know how to continue there, and couldn't help but laugh with a blank look.

"This is a magic bow and arrow, and it needs to be channeled to infuse it with magical energy to form a magic arrow, so that it can be shot. You'll only have Holy Light and no magic, so I'm not sure if you'll be able to use it. ”

Karl didn't care, the essence of magic is energy, and the holy light is also energy, although he doesn't know the principle of this bow, but the energy is universal.

"It should work, I'll try."

Karl carefully converted the light energy into holy light, and then poured it into the runes of the bow, and the holy light flowed with the runes until it spread all over the bow, making the wrath of the stars seem to cross a layer of gold.

However, to Sylvanas' and Carl's surprise, despite the constant glow of the light on the bow, it could not form an arrow at all.

What's going on?!

Karl pulled the bow again in disbelief, it was still the holy light that was shining, but it couldn't form an arrow anyway, could it be that the holy light didn't conform to the runic principle of the bow? Karl handed the bow to Sylvanas and told her to try it, the elves of Quel'Thalas had relied on the energy of the sunwell since childhood, so even the rangers still had magic in their bodies, just not as many as the mages and could recover quickly.

Sylvanas took the bow and slowly pulled the bowstring under Karl's gaze, the same light flowed around the bow, but Sylvanas's magical energy was more inclined to ice, and even the light was as cold and clear as moonlight, and soon, an arrow emitting white light was formed between the bowstring and the bow body, and when Sylvanas let go of his finger, the light arrow flashed away, hitting a big tree in the distance, and in a huge explosion, the big tree was blown off by the waist, and there was a slight chill at the break.

Carl took a breath, with the power of this bow and arrow, there was no reason why the Windranger family wouldn't use it. He looked at Sylvanas.

Sylvanas smiled softly at him: "It's not as simple as it seems, we rangers don't have as much mana as mages, even like me, we can only send out five or six arrows at most, and the mana will be exhausted for mages, and for mages, such a bow is not as good as a staff, so it is a legendary weapon that looks powerful in our Quel'Salas, but is not very suitable for our elves." ”

"I see." Carl nodded, "The mages can't look at it and can't use it, and the rangers don't have the same powerful mana as the mages to support its consumption, so it's always been treated as a collector's item?" ”

No wonder the old elf had a relieved expression, and he was happy to finally get rid of this chicken-like thing, although he still felt strange in some places, but Carl already thought so in his heart.

Isn't the Light magic? Magic?! Karl suddenly thought of the source of Azeroth's magic.

In ancient times, Kalimdor was a huge and complete land surrounded by the ocean, and in the center of this land there was a lake full of mysterious energy - the Well of Eternity, which was established by the Titans, and at the same time, the Well of Eternity drew energy from the boundless void beyond this world, and also released a steady stream of energy to the entire world, providing nourishment for all kinds of creatures in the world.

And when the elves were born next to the Well of Eternity, they began to study the use of the energy of the Well of Eternity, which is magic. Although the Well of Eternity eventually exploded, the Sunwell of Quel'Salas is still produced by the ingress of water from the Well of Eternity, which is the source of all High Elf magic today.

Karl frowned, the energy of the Well of Eternity was absorbed and transformed from the void, and it seemed to contain all kinds of energy. Light energy should also be one of them, why

Karl slapped himself hard, it seemed that he had become accustomed to the Holy Light as light energy, and forgot that the Holy Light was nothing more than pure energy that healed and nurtured in the light energy he transformed, and since the Holy Light could not form arrows, what about the Light energy itself?

Carl took the wrath of the stars again and gently pulled the bowstring, this time, he directly called the light energy in his body, a burst of dazzling white light lit up with the runes, spinning, the runes on the bow were like dots of stars in the sea of stars lit up one after another, and finally, the light circulated throughout the bow, making the entire bow body like a deep galaxy, mysterious. Carl even gave birth to the feeling that the bow belonged to him.

The white arrows of light began to form in the air, first as transparent as water, and gradually as the light energy gathered more and more, the light arrows became brighter and brighter, and finally formed a complete arrow that shone with white light.

"You've made it!!" Sylvanas said happily, "It looks like it was born to fit you." Sylvanas looked at Carl in amazement, she knew that the energy in Karl's body came from the sun in the sky, and he was the real child of the sun, not like the High Elves, although they called themselves the children of the sun, but in fact the source of magic and energy was not the sun in the sky.

Karl let go of his fingers pulling the bowstring, and in the blink of an eye the bolt struck a small hill farther away, and with a roar and a flood of stumps and leaves, the hill was sliced away by the force of the explosion. Sylvanas' beautiful eyes widened in surprise, the power of the explosion was almost as powerful as the high-level spells cast by the archmage.

Looking at Sylvanas's surprised expression, Carl smirked at her, pleased with the power of his Light Bolt or the Wrath of the Stars, worthy of a legendary weapon.

Under Sylvanas's guidance, Carl made some attempts one after another, and finally mastered the skills of using the Wrath of the Stars and the control of the strength of the energy.

Zumashal.

It has long been inhabited by a tribe of trolls, the Moss Trolls. Now, once again, they have a stranger who doesn't know whether they are friends or foes.