In the hall of the Well of the Sun, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the eyes are invisible.

The Sun King, Anastarian, armed with the High Elf Artifact Flame Strike, dressed in golden phoenix plate armor, stepped out from behind the curtain.

"This guy... I don't think it's going to be a simple solution..."

Anastarian's eyes flickered with hesitation.

Since a few days ago, Kael'thas has made a careful defense against the Well of the Sun.

He ordered the High Elf mages to set up more than fifty magic traps here, and with the indiscriminate bombardment of no less than sixty High Elf mages just now, this level of magic power was even far greater than the forbidden spell magic of any seventh-order peak mage.

However, in the face of the most powerful black hand behind the Scourge Legion, the Sun King did not dare to take it lightly, and just as he was about to order the magicians stationed on the second floor to carry out another round of magic bombardment, a voice of palpitations, hesitation, and fear came from the smoke of gunpowder.

"Hey, hey, hey, y'er... Think you're going to kill me?"

Damn it...

Anastari was startled, and before he could blurt out the command in his throat, several streams of deadly dark energy suddenly pierced through the smoke.

"Death Grip !!"

"Ahhh!!!hhh

The four High Elf mages were wrapped around their necks at the same time by the dark energy that was winding like snakes, and in the next second, the sound of muscle tearing sounded, and the heads of the four High Elves flew up at the same time, blood burst out from the twisted necks, and the headless corpses slowly fell.

"Ah!! you're... You vile and abominable worm!!"

Seeing his people slaughtered, the Sun King Anastarian could no longer maintain the humility and politeness of the High Elf nobles, and he was furious, his eyes full of murderous intent. At the same time, the flaming blow in his hand also felt the king's wrath, and the already red blade became even more dazzling.

"Phalost, leave me alone, order the third echelon to continue to use magic to exert pressure, I will make this bug regret stepping into the territory of Quel'Thalas!!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Sun King. ”

Fallast Wolfheart, as his name suggests, has wolf-like eyes, is the leader of the Spellbreaker Heavy Guard, and also oversees a small number of mage divisions of the Firewing Guard, with fifth-order strength, although he is silent, he has also served the court of the Sunseeker for thousands of years, and can be regarded as Anastarian's right-hand man.

"Fireball Technique, Ice Arrow Preparation!"

"Release!!"

At the sound of an order, dozens of dazzling spells smashed into the center of the Sun Well Hall like meteors, erupting with a deafening roar.

After receiving the order, the High Elf mages were all crazy, they had just witnessed the tragic death of their compatriots, so their hatred for Xue Huan had turned into strength. Their hands kept waving, ice and fire dancing like works of art in their hands, and in the light of the Well of the Sun, the magicians felt an inexhaustible supply of magical energy in their bodies.

The smoke of gunfire is everywhere, and the sky and the earth are dark.

Countless magical energies rippled, and the scenery around the Sun Well Hall slowly distorted in the ripples.

"Ridiculous magic, ridiculous power!!"

Under the bombardment of waves of magic, the terrifying sound did not weaken, but became more and more rampant.

"What!?"

Anastarian, who had been looking down on the battlefield from the sidelines, finally couldn't sit still, the magicians under his command also had the lowest level of the fourth order, and even a small part had the power of the sixth order powerhouse, Anastarian had reason to believe that with the blessing of the Well of the Sun, even the guys at the lord level would be bombarded into scum by this terrifying torrent of magic.

But this guy...

Is he a hero? or a legendary hero?

No way!!

Obviously, Xue Huan's strength has surpassed the Sun King's cognition, but the battle situation is changing rapidly, and Anastarian can no longer be allowed to think.

I saw that in the smoke of gunpowder, a black shadow slowly appeared, and before the high elves who were ambushed on both sides could see it clearly, the black shadow moved first.

The magic sword in the black shadow's hand flickered with dark shadows and ice, and the fierce dark energy burst out, instantly devouring several High Elf mages who were ambushed on the second floor.

Withered and withered.

It contains terrifying shadow energy, and the moment it is laid down, the High Elves in it are slowly corroded and devoured from their feet, and finally drained of all their energy by the resentful spirits of Frost Grief, turning into a dried corpse.

However, this is just a prelude, Xue Huan, who has been promoted to the peak of the seventh order death knight, has also reached the extreme in speed.

A High Elf mage was sealing his hands, preparing to summon a large flame magic, and in the next second, a terrible roar sounded, and there was a visible and bloody wound on his neck in an instant, and the mage's eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness and hatred, but his body could only fall softly.

The rest of the High Elf mages who were ambushed on the second floor also suffered the same fate, and with their strength, they could not see the enemy's appearance clearly in the smoke, and their heads and bodies were cut in half, blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and blood were blurred.

The entire temple of the Well of the Sun is shrouded in the fear of death...

In the flash of light, on the side of the High Elves who had just occupied the advantage of the battlefield, more than sixty magicians had fallen for the most part, and only more than ten High Elf magicians were left looking at each other and at a loss. Crimson blood smeared the gorgeous walls, and even the Sun King Anastarian did not expect that the enemy would be so ferocious and terrifying.

The smoke in the main hall gradually dispersed, and Anastarian saw Xue Huan's appearance at this moment.

The silver hair could not hide his withered face and hideous expression, Xue Huan, whose whole body was shrouded in the black Death Knight's plate armor, stood in the ruins next to the Well of the Sun, the frost sorrow in his hand continued to shine, and the evil cold glow and the red blood that continued to drip from the sword body complemented each other, and the whole picture looked extremely weird.

The shield of blood, the tenacity of ice, and the soul song of one of the powerful atama crystals that he had absorbed when he destroyed Lordaeron, it could be said that unless he was a hero-level powerhouse, no magic attack could hurt the current Xue Huan in the slightest, let alone these little magicians who were only of the fourth or fifth order.

"And now, stupid fellow, what else do you have up to your sleeve?"

Now most of the mage troops that Anastarian relied on have been slaughtered by him, and a small part of them are High Elf spellbreakers, as far as Xue Huan knows, these spellbreakers can be immune to any magic attacks below their own level, but unfortunately, as a death knight, he does not need to rely on magic attacks at all, and Frost Sorrow is the deadliest weapon against these spellbreakers.

Directly severing the throats of these spellbreakers is more effective than any magical attack.

Stroking the magic sword in his hand, Xue Huan licked his mouth with some unsatisfactory intentions, which was undoubtedly an extremely provocative action in the eyes of Sun King Anastarian.

Thanks to the character "Fallost: Wolfheart" provided by "Three Lives of Cloud and Rain".

(End of chapter)