Each magic array is born out of thin air in mid-air, pouring magic power, hitting the enemy, and then annihilating, which is more brilliant than fireworks and more condensed than death. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the demon army that only brings killing and destruction, Ronin's attacks have a taste of the art of war.

At some point, the mages of the Ravenketh Mage Regiment froze, and they stopped. Because even if they also recovered their maximum magic power, the combined damage of their entire four-digit mages in the entire group was less than one-tenth of Luo Ning's.

It seemed that the endless arcane missile whistled as it broke through the sky, forming a continuous super long sound.

The glow of the arcane elemental when it hits the demon creates an incomparably large scroll of magic.

Painted with magic and embellished with death.

The huge Burning Legion forwards have completely become a background board in front of Luo Ning, the newly advanced Dawn Archmage.

The continuous explosion blew away thousands of demonic limbs of all sizes. Ronin used his arcane missile storm to plow the entire battlefield from left to right, front to back, over and over again!

Each arcane missile is as powerful as a 7-pounder cannon!

Like the sky falling!

Every Night Elf became a witness to this miracle with a bang.

It's not that every Dawn Archmage in Infinite Mana Mode is so terrifying!

It was precisely because Ronin came from Dalaran, a magical sanctuary for humans that was relatively poor in magic 10,000 years later, that he had developed such a precise habit of calculating the mana required for each arcane missile.

It was also because he studied under Duke, who inherited the name of the Hundred-Hand Reaper, that he was able to master the skills of super multi-casting that he had not mastered in history.

Moreover, because he has been honing his skills day after day and year after year, and this gorgeous equipment that has transcended an unknown number of eras, coupled with the magic interface password that the elves gave him to the Well of Eternity, he has this crazy attack, and this destructive power that can no longer be replicated!

Almost single-handedly, he completely wiped out a reorganized vanguard army of the Burning Legion.

Luo Ning, a little mage from a humble background, has finally reached a new peak in his life on the most magnificent stage 10,000 years ago!

Illidan's exploit in killing the leader of the other party, its brilliance, in front of Luo Ning's great achievement of destroying an army by one person, is simply the light of fireflies fighting the sun!

Illidan would have been jealous, but with the news that all the victories, the slightest jealousy, had become tasteless—his eldest brother Malfurion* Fury had lost his soul and had fallen into a state of loss of soul.

"Big brother—" Illidan rode the Horned Hippogriff, hurrying back to the Raven Fortress as fast as he could. When he rushed into the room where his eldest brother's body was kept, he saw a tearful Tyrande and a group of druids who were dead silent.

"What's wrong with my eldest brother?Can anyone tell me what happened to him!?Was he killed??, or could he never wake up again?" Illidan shook every elf he touched as if he were crazy, eager to get an accurate answer from any mouth.

Tyrande's beautiful face was covered with tears, his mouth squirmed, and he finally spoke: "I don't know...... The druids could only be sure that Malfurion's soul was not in the Emerald Dream. ”

"And that's it!?Do you want to tell me that my great brother, who became a hero and saved the army of Night Elves, died in a place I can't see!" Illidan's resolute face twitched, and a pair of amber eyes that made his compatriots curious flashed with an incomparably tangled light.

Yes, Illidan at this point in time had not yet lost his eyes.

He is also the moon guard who makes his compatriots envy him, and the strongest among the elves. At the moment when the leader of the Moon Guard, Latutius, was killed, it was almost a sure thing to kill Illidan, the Doomsday Lord named Aesinos, and become the new leader of the Moon Guard.

In the eyes of many of his compatriots who also raised the anti-flag, he Illidan was already a hero.

The problem is that at this moment, Malfurion, who has always been unpopular with his compatriots, suddenly 'sacrifices' himself by risking his soul to infiltrate Azhara and open a way for his compatriots to live. Malfurion suddenly has all the ingredients of a tragic hero.

Perhaps, it is the one who survives who will be the victor in the end.

But in the process of competing with his brother for Tyrande, winning in such a way, Illidan, who was extremely proud in his heart, knew very well - he didn't want this result!

Because......

Victory! No! Martial Arts!

"No! we don't know!" Tyrande wept and could barely cry.

She was also very messy, as a childhood sweetheart, and as a strong person who grew up together, she never thought about the scene of Malfurion or Illidan dying. Tyrande, who was kind-hearted by nature, was not even willing to hurt either of the two brothers, how could he imagine such a terrible thing?

Farewell, this seemingly distant word was almost a little bit of a real arrival, and Tyrande seemed at a loss.

"No—Lord Malfurion shouldn't be dead, he should have had his soul captured!" As the words spoke, the elves turned back and saw the human mage hero standing at the door of the room, who had just made a name for himself on the battlefield.

If this human who calls himself Roddick is a Night Elf, he is worthy of being revered as holy just by virtue of his battle.

But now, everyone is a little entangled when they see him!

What the 300,000 army failed to do, he Roddick did alone.

Everyone was stunned, but Illidan remained awake: "Human, what do you say happened to Malfurion!?"

"Do you say that Lord Malfurion used the Emerald Dream as a cover to destroy the spell shield that Aishara had blocked the magical branches? But he should have been taken prisoner immediately!"

"No—" Tyrande exclaimed, his hands covering his face, clear tears still streaming from his closed fingers.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to Malfurion's soul when it was captured by demons.

Ronin walked over and carefully examined Malfurion's body, which was still breathing evenly, as if he were just asleep.

"No abuse! No contamination of his soul with the power of darkness...... For the time being, we should rejoice that Lord Malfurion should have been simply captured, or perhaps his soul was trapped. ”

Whether the soul is captured or trapped, this is not a good thing for Tyrande and Illidan. Almost by the time this conclusion came to this, they had begun to desperately prepare for the loss of Malfurion forever.