Heaven and earth are filled with arcane power. Come on,.!

Malygos let out a long howl, his body and arcane becoming one, turning into a blue rainbow and charging back towards Anatheron's head.

The overwhelming energy even pushed the air into a gale force.

At this time, within tens of meters around Anatheron, they were shrouded in arcane art, and they couldn't dodge in any direction.

"Corrosive swarm!"

I saw a cloud of black mist appear in the air, and Annatheron swung countless corrosive insects to block the way.

His wings stretched and shrunk, wrapping his massive body tightly.

"Boom!" With a bang, energy splashed.

The sword that the Blue Dragon King turned into pierced through the swarm and smashed into Anatheron's body.

However, the demon lord lifted his toes and reduced the damage with a sharp retreat.

His wings spread again, and blood rained down.

But Annatheron roared and slammed his fist forward, as if he hadn't noticed.

His fist was wrapped in green flames, and before the man arrived, the wind had already scorched the air.

"Die!"

The Blue Dragon King opened his mouth high, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he spat out a deadly blue blade.

The blue blade was as fast as lightning, his fist broke through the wind, and when the two intersected, a huge thunderclap sounded.

Blue and green energy erupted, light bloomed instantly, and lightning tore the air around it.

This brief contact was enough to shock everyone.

The demon panicked away from the place where the battle was fighting, and the hellfire began to run forward.

A new offensive was launched.

"Archer prepare!"

The Night Elf sentinels picked up their longbows again and began to fight.

Arrows like a tide cut through the air. Slip into the hordes of demons.

"Interval three, forward!"

Kalia raised her sword and stepped forward.

The paladins and warriors around her instantly scattered outward, turning into umbrella-shaped blades and pushing forward.

Their swords rose and fell like the waves, eating away at the lives in front of them.

Silver giant blades, blood rain flying at the tips.

It's a beautiful sight, but it's also cruel!

Kael'thas was staggered. But he has not been given the opportunity to play.

He was about to sit quietly and watch when a huge hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"Ilmoz, why are you still here?"

Vandall's voice came from behind.

Kael'thas was startled. He quickly took two steps away and turned.

"I see that the battle is going well, so I want to see the situation for the time being."

He said with his head bowed. But in his heart, he couldn't help but curse at Vandal.

[How is this druid elusive.] 】

"But all I see is that you're running away."

Vandal looked a little displeased, and he stared at Kael'thas and said:

"Those who have strength need to carry and save more than those who don't, Ilmoz, and I am disappointed in what you have done."

He assumed that Kael'thas was on the run, and in some ways that was true.

"The value of strength lies in the battlefield, and I'll give you another chance."

Vandal pointed to the battlefield and said coldly:

"You should know how to do it, right?"

Kael'thas nodded.

He felt a little helpless, but he still clenched his bow and walked slowly towards the battlefield.

And he didn't take a few steps, and the battlefield changed dramatically.

As Kalia and the others rushed forward, a bright red circle began to appear under their feet.

The circle flowed with a poignant flame like blood. The earth was dyed red, and the plants and trees bent over and withered, and then shattered into powder.

It's like a rose from hell that curses all life.

"Dead and Withering"

Kael'thas was stunned as he pronounced the name of the spell.

He saw the speed of the Silver Blade plummet, and the holy light of the paladins began to dim. The warriors began to groan in pain.

Withering, as its name suggests, is a spell that brings death.

Anyone who stands inside the withering of death will be hurt continuously.

However, the power of the spell in front of him clearly exceeded its original setting, and the owner who cast it was certainly not much weaker than Annetheron.

Who else in the field can do that?

Kael'thas scanned his gaze and finally noticed a dreadlord with green wings in the ordinary demon horde.

It is almost the same size as the other demons. Deceived almost everyone.

"Desellock, attack that green demon!"

The roars of some old Night Elves rang out from behind.

It seems that they know this demon.

Deserock

Kael'thas watched the green demon grow taller and taller, and something seemed to flash through his mind.

He tried his best to grasp the clue, and was taken aback.

Desellock, isn't this demon placed in the Dreadlord of Lordaeron!?

It is one of the two Dreadlords that Sylvanas will defeat in his future struggle for independence.

But this Dreadlord didn't participate in the Hyjal Holy War, how could he be here?

Another accident appeared.

The Blue Dragon King and Annetheron are fighting on one side, but they can't help this side.

Kalia is in danger

Despite her Ember Bringer, it's still hard to fight against Deserock.

Kael'thas gritted his teeth and began to run forward.

"Hellfire!"

However, the sky once again fell with green meteorites.

This time, the meteorite fell on the back line of the Night Elves.

The Sentinels and Druids panicked for a moment, and just as they were clearing the Hellfire, a huge army of demons surged from the flank, separating the Night Elves from the Paladins at once.

Outflanking -

These demons blocked the path behind them, preparing to annihilate the paladins in front of them in one fell swoop.

"Damn!"

When Kael'thas reached the junction of the camp, there was no road ahead.

When he looked up. The battle between Desailok and the Paladins has begun.

Most of the paladins fell into the demonic encirclement, but dozens of them still rushed towards Deseroc.

They wandered and harassed like babies in front of Desellock, who had grown to ten meters tall.

Kalia stood at the front, wielding the Ember Messenger to fend off Desailork's attack.

It's obviously such a small figure, but it stubbornly resists attacks again and again.

Kael'thas stopped.

The sentinels and druids around him were nervously cleaning up the countless demons in front of him, and not many people had time to pay attention outside.

This made Kael'thas feel a little annoyed and helpless.

He closed his mouth tightly and raised his bow.

At this moment, he forgot about the demon that was close at hand. Forgetting the screams around him, his eyes were only fixed on Deselock.

The demon's massive body is the perfect target.

Kael'thas hitched his bow and pulled his bow away, relying on his body's instinctive drive to aim and find the right arc.

It's as if it's already in his bones. It's natural to know what is best for you.

Let go, the arrow swished and disappeared into the air, the string still trembling slightly.

Silver glitter streaked across the night sky

The style of this arrow is enough to enchant the best archers. The whirling arrows whistled.

No one will be foolish with the suspicion that the arrow will miss the target.

Even Vandal opened his eyes wide, worried about the beauty of the arrow.

[Medium, medium! 】

His eyes had seen the moment the arrow was struck, and it would bring Desailok to its knees, and it would go down in the history of the Night Elves.

And perhaps even Deselock can't deny this.

The Dreadlord felt the sound of the void breaking.

He turned his eyes wide open, trying to catch the light and shadow in front of him, but it was meaningless.

The arrow swirled through the air and shot straight into his eye.

In this one-ten-thousandth of a moment, Deselok closed his eyes.

"Bang".

Wan Lai fell silent.

When Desailok felt the pain and opened his eyes again, he saw a twisted bow and arrow slowly falling.

[No energy? 】

He managed to turn his head around. Then burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, what is this? An arrow that can't even break my eyelids! ”

Never in tens of thousands of years has Deserock enjoyed such a weak attack.

He laughed, waved several paladins back, and continued his attack on Kalia.

Throughout. The demon didn't even look at Kael'thas.

The elven prince lowered his arrow and stood in the silence of the crowd, alone 'enjoying' the strange targets around him.

Is he a fool? ’

It was clear to him that the Night Elves were in general opinion.

But in fact, Kael'thas is also very helpless, it is very good that his arrow can reach it so far.

However, even the most beautiful arrows will have no effect without additional power.

The High Elves add magic to their arrows, and he intended to do so at first, but at the moment he let go. He reacted: Night Elves don't use magic.

In order not to reveal his identity, he could only shoot an energyless arrow - and the result was worse than expected.

This made Kael'thas only smile wryly.

"That arrow is beautiful."

However, there were still people who praised him.

When Kael'thas turned around, he saw Van Dahl standing behind with a smile on his face.

"Don't be too nervous, remember to bring out the power in your body next time."

The Grand Druid comforted.

He seemed to have misunderstood the reason why Kael'thas had just fired the arrow.

But how could it be possible to do it again.

"The devil knows how you shoot arrows. 】

Shooting such arrows again and again only arouses suspicion.

Kael'thas simply lowered his bow.

"Can you give me a sword?"

He touched his head with some distress, and then explained:

"Actually, hunting is just my hobby"

"My real profession is a warrior."

At this moment, Vandal's eyes opened again.

Kael'thas looked at his surprised look and secretly rejoiced in his heart.

[Fortunately, the Night Elves still have warriors.] 】

All he can pretend to be now is a warrior besides a hunter

But is the fighter really okay? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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