Chapter 139, The Battle for the Wind Stone

Northeast of Silisas, deerhelm sentry.

Avoran, the Twilight King, looked angry.

"Yesterday, one of our camps was attacked, and there were headless corpses everywhere." Avoran thrust the tip of his staff into La Rochar's abdomen, and continued, "It must be your damned kindreds, Cenarion's wands. ”

La Rochal said calmly, "The Druidic teachings do not allow them to destroy the corpses of their enemies. ”

"That's what the Horde or Alliance do," Ivoran grinned, unstable black-purple magic filling the air around him, "I'll show them that my lord is far more powerful than mortals can imagine, and you'll regret it."

La Rochal's royal blue eyes slowly closed, and in the long river of history, there were many, many fools like Evolan, who thought they were superior, but who were no different from ants.

She has seen a lot, and she just thinks that this life is a play.

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The next day, the leader of the shamans of the tribal camp, Merlock the Minotaur - Expedition, called the three members of the Inspiration Team to the front.

"The 'Wind Stones' you brought with you are of great significance to us." Merlock is a Minotaur elder with a gentle personality who remembers the teachings of Mother Earth, and the power of the four elements gives him powerful attack spells and even more powerful healing powers.

"According to our preliminary research, these wind stones can be built into a 'magic pool' with a little processing, and all spellcasters will be able to draw magic from the wind stones after the war begins. Friend, you should understand what this means. ”

The abundance of magic represents several times the suppression of firepower, as well as the ability to continuously heal the wounded.

As a healer, there's nothing more painful than watching a soldier die and not having the magic to heal him yourself.

"So, I hope you can bring me more Wind Stones." "It's probably about winning or losing the war, warriors, and you have to work hard for it, and I promise you'll get the glory you deserve." ”

Mellock holds the rank of "Lieutenant General", the second highest member of the military after Gilica, and he also has the power to promote the ranks.

"Of course, honoring the shamans, we would love to serve the tribe." Li Lian said lightly.

"If you have any material needs, go and talk to the quartermaster, but there may be no way to support it in terms of manpower, and the bugs in the Rego hive are like locusts." Mellock's face was melancholy, the number of enemies was endless, and the attrition of the soldiers was constantly increasing, and it was impossible to support it in the long run.

"We get it." Li Lian nodded.

"May Mother Earth protect you, young blood elf, and this compatriot." Mellock's expression was kind, and he did not have a trace of disgust at the words and deeds of the war ghosts, "Remember the glory of our ancestors, they are watching us. ”

There is an oil painting of a bloody minotaur warrior kneeling in a pile of corpses, his head pressed against the ground, sniffing the scent of a wildflower, his expression peaceful and happy.

The Minotaurs are such a contradictory race, with a fanaticism for fighting that is not inferior to that of the orcs, and a yearning for nature that is not inferior to that of the night elves.

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A day later, the Great Desert of Silisus.

Li Lian slashed a digging snake out of the sand in half with a single blow of his hand, and these cunning hunters were one of the few creatures that could pose a threat to the Tribal Alliance except for xenomorphs.

It's a pity that the sound of drilling and sneaking in the sand is still too loud for Li Lian.

"How much longer? I'm fed up with the sand of this Nima," the war ghost said impatiently, spitting out a mouthful of sand between them.

"It's already here." Li Lian smiled slightly and took out the wind sword from the ring.

The wind suddenly became fierce. At the end of the field of vision, a huge sandstorm was pressing straight at the three of them.

"It's not natural." Li Lian felt it for a moment, and then judged, "It seems that those cultists have really summoned an incredible element." ”

"But alas, it's the wind element." Tsuneko blinked and smirked.

"The water element is not suitable for summoning in the desert, the earth elemental attack power is limited, the fire elemental is all ruled by Ragnaros, and the only thing that can be summoned is the relatively 'idle' wind element."

Li Lian said as he raised his sword and moved forward.

The Sword of the Wind Chaser, infused with Sunderland's spirit, is very terrifying for the improvement of the wind system's ability, and the breath of Sunderland, as the highest wind elemental prince, is forever stored in this sword, and any low-level wind element will voluntarily surrender to the breath of this superior one......

Therefore, when Li Lian pointed the wind sword forward, the huge sandstorm turned out to be like an ice cube in a fire, rapidly shrinking and disappearing.

"Your Highness Sunderland, I beg your pardon for offending......" The dust cleared, and a humanoid storm appeared a hundred meters away.

Purple magical shackles bind the bodies of elemental creatures, and Twilight's Mallets manipulate summoned elementals.

"Are they holding you back?" Li Lian asked coldly.

"Yes...... Please forgive me for the weakness below. ”

The surrounding circle of Twilight Warlocks were all stunned, this Nima cheating father element actually caught up with the enemy? Where do they put their face?

After receiving a warning from the Twilight King Evolan, they summoned one of the strongest wind elementals overnight, and after taking great pains to control it, this was the result?

With a wave of the Warlock's staff led by "Hands", the shackles that bound the wind element began to tighten, squeezing the magic power in its body, forming a sandstorm again.

"Your Highness...... Help me......"

Li Lian flew forward, and with a swing of his sword, the sand and soil with a radius of twenty meters seemed to have been hit by an invisible giant hammer, and sank half a meter out of thin air.

The Twilight mages in the range were instantly subjected to the pressure of hundreds of atmospheres, and their skin cracked all over their bodies, spurting blood.

"Leave the elements alone, use instant spells" The warlock jumped back, and then waved his staff.

I saw a stream of shadow energy gathering above Li Lian's head, and then slammed down, covering a range of more than ten meters in diameter.

"Shadow Fury"

The sand was smashed into a basin-shaped pit, and even if the average warrior was physically fit enough to resist, he would have to be smashed into the sand, and he would not be able to interrupt the warlock's next spell.

Unfortunately, Li Lian's speed was very rare in Azeroth, which admired heavy armor, and even instant spells could be easily dodged.

"Flowing Cloud ......"

The sword flashed, then flashed, and flashed three times.

In an instant, a clearing was opened in the group of mages, and the blood of the stumps everywhere was daunting.

At this moment, the shadow energy guided by the nearly 100 Twilight mages came across the air, penetrating Li Lian's afterimage, and corroding the sand into a mess.

- Basic Shadow Magic, Corrosion

"Warriors, charge"

A group of Twilight warriors rushed after Li Lian, each brandishing a large sword, all of them with good physical fitness.

It's a pity that for Li Lian, the accumulation of miscellaneous soldiers is meaningless.

"Spiritual Wind ......"

With one hand, a whirlwind rises from the ground, rolling the Twilight Believers into the air, and then dropping a mangled corpse.

Under the amplification of the wind sword, the assassination sword, which could only be fired alone, could now be infinitely comboed, setting off an invisible and traceless storm of death.

"Lian, come here, I've met the reincarnation."

At this moment, the communication of the son rang in his ears.

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