Warm and suitable energy flowed happily in his body, and Lanlos seemed to be able to faintly hear his flesh and bones leaping with joy, but his soul was cold.

"Darkan, what are you doing?!"

Ignoring the exclamations of the arcanists beside him, the Magister withdrew his spell and flicked the brim of his hat very freely, and a rich and ominous emerald green light instantly covered his eyes: "Well done, my friend!"

The hoarse and shrill voice seemed so familiar, that the hairs on Lanlos's body involuntarily turned upside down.

This voice will never be forgotten for the rest of his life!

At this moment, in the space covered by bright light, a pitch-black crack appeared with a sharp spatial tearing sound, and the scarlet magic steel scythe flew out of it, falling steadily into Darkan's hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone showed a horrified gaze, you know, the spatial blockade of the Sunwell Heights is the tightest place in the entire Quel'Salas, what kind of thing is needed to ignore these restrictions?

Well, maybe they wouldn't have been so surprised if they knew it was a weapon that tore through the entire upwind trail, only fear......

Before the arcanists could come to their senses, the 'Darkan' holding Ursaleth erupted into a terrifying grin, picking up the scythe and swinging it vigorously.

The tyrannical black purple ** force soared into the sky, stretched and separated in the air, turned into countless shadow arrows, and galloped towards all the surrounding well guards.

I have to say that it is not for nothing that these people were chosen as the well guards, seeing that 'Darkan' suddenly attacked, they did not withdraw their spells, but instead increased the output of magic power, and gave the sun well a layer of strict protection before the shadow arrow rain hit.

Seeing that the well water was perfectly covered by an invisible barrier, these Queldores actually smiled very tacitly, even the moment before the rain of arrows engulfed them, they were left in Lanloth's sight with joy......

Boom –

The void energy tore the entire circular corridor on the second floor to pieces, and with a continuous roar, most of the corridor collapsed, and the heavy dust was annihilated before it could be raised under the destructive force.

Lanlos watched all of this in amazement, feeling the loss of warmth in his body, and the frustration of breaking through the threshold only to finally give up made him stunned. However, after seeing 'Darkan' kill everyone with a rain of shadow arrows, his whole body became cold.

No, it shouldn't be called Darkan now.

The magic swirled around his body, and the red-dominated dress became dull, green lines all over the robes, and the pair of rough, sharp horns and eyes burning with evil fire were so familiar to Lanloth.

"Like you said, these idiots are vulnerable. "Sataire's words, though conceited, are not strictly a problem. For Queldore, it is impossible to be too careful in front of the Well of the Sun, and if you are half-hearted when casting spells, it is very likely to cause unnecessary damage to the Well of the Sun.

It's just that, surprisingly, these arcanists would be so decisive in sacrificing themselves to preserve, a well?

Lanlos stared at the only intact stand, fearful and confused.

When did I say that?

Scold!

The galloping blade tore through the dreary air, coming straight from behind the ruins towards Lanloth's position.

Sensing the danger, Lanlos immediately grabbed the hilt of the Exterminator's sword, and put it on his shoulder, forming a solid protection behind him.

A crisp sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the hall, and Lanloth's eardrums were nearly deaf due to the distance.

"Salorian, are you crazy?!"

The azure runes on Queldra's surface unleashed brilliant streamers, and with the help of arcane power, Salorian completely suppressed Lanlos in terms of strength, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making the latter almost breathless.

However, this is not the end of the story, and Salorian has no intention of stopping: "You traitor!"

These two words were like a slap in the face, making Lan Luos's eyes widen instantly, and the doubts in them were also cleared in an instant, but it was too late......

Seeing that the other party was stunned, Salorian, who had rich combat experience, naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity, kicked the crook of Lanlos's leg hard, and pushed forward with the back of the knife.

Ignoring the pain, Lanlos controlled his body that had fallen forward and flipped up, slammed his palm on the ground, and rolled to the side.

Almost at the same time, a loud bang rang into his ears, leaving a long, straight crack in the solid floor.

"I really don't understand. In the stands, Satel pestled Ursales to the ground, and the appearance of a leisurely and good show was really hateful, "It's all this time, what are you still pretending?"

"Do you like to see these people regret believing in you?"

In terms of acting alone, Lanlos bowed to Sattel, and he even had the illusion that he was facing a Dreadlord, a Nasrezm who was known throughout the physical universe for his cunning and insidiousness.

That's right......

Taking the time to glance at the Reaper of the Windwind, who was gathering strength, Lanlos immediately shouted angrily: "Nonsense! Salorian, don't ...... each other."

In the middle of his sentence, the blade set off another fierce wind, cutting his cheek with a faint pain.

While!

The sheer force even sent faint ripples through the air around him, and Lanloth let out a cry of pain and slid backwards against the smooth floor for a long distance before falling to the ground.

"You don't deserve to be near the Sunwell!" A knife forced Lanros out of the well's mouth, and Salorian glanced at the still impregnable barrier around him, and immediately turned his gaze to the most threatening Sataire, "Whatever your purpose is, you will not succeed, witch!"

I have to say that Salorian, as a warrior, is definitely full of taunting skills. Hearing him call himself so, the smile on Sataire's face instantly froze, turning into a palpitating danger.

"You are wrong, my purpose has been achieved. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ursales suddenly bloomed with a miserable white streamer, and the breath of death instantly swept through the entire hall, and under the horrified gaze of Salorian and Lanlos, familiar and unfamiliar figures lifted the rubble and stood in their sight again.

Those well guards, alive?

No, it's not resurrection, it's necromancy!

"Do your will, master!"

There were still fresh traces of blood on their mutilated bodies, but they no longer felt the pain, and they all bowed in the direction of Sattel.

"No, this, how is this possible?!"

Necromancy, due to its peculiarities, had long been abandoned by the Arcanists, and in the eyes of most people, this unclean spell that evokes the dead was long since extinct, but now, they are once again in front of Salorian's eyes.

His almost dull gaze swept over the familiar faces with whom he had been laughing and talking not long ago, and watching them bow down to the enemy, Salorian's hands trembled as if he could not even lift the blade of his sword.

Queldra seemed to be catering to his mood as well, and the streamers on the runes flickered constantly, conveying a sense of horror very spiritually.

Salorian suddenly realized that he seemed to overestimate his so-called tenacity. Before he had time to mourn the sudden death of his companion, one by one he rose to his feet in such a miserable appearance, like a marionette, toyed with by the enemy.

This kind of blow, even he can't withstand it......

Satelle was not a villain who died of a lot of words, she had been dormant in Quel'Salas for so long, for this moment, she knew how to endure, and she knew the preciousness of time. Ignoring the stunned Salorian and resurrecting the well guards with necromancy, she immediately gave instructions to everyone.

"Open it!"

Obviously, these deceased also knew the eagerness of their master, and without even replying, they immediately raised their arms.

"No, you can't!" Realizing what was going to happen next, Salorian's eyes widened and he immediately shouted loudly. However, he was greeted by a pair of dull and struggling eyes.

Necromancy controls the bodies of these Arcanists, and at the same time this controls their souls, and they cannot resist Sataire's orders, however, Salorian can!

He saw the eyes of these former companions, and he understood.

Clenching his teeth, the elven warrior even smelled the bloody breath oozing from his gums, and the Quill in his hand couldn't help but tremble, his thoughts were already at the battle between heaven and man at this moment. But when he saw these resurrected arcanists controlling the magic gathering around him, and the last line of defense began to tremble slightly, he finally made up his mind.

Raising Queldra, her bloodshot eyes slammed, Salorian roared and charged at the Arcanists who were pouring magic into their protective spells.

However, those familiar cold faces were once his friends and relatives......

The only thing that pleased him was that while he swung his sword and slashed down, all they revealed in their eyes was relief.

"Foolish!"

The arrogant shrill roar slammed into his eardrums, and Salorian's sword-swinging movement suddenly stopped, and he looked at the countless black streamers that climbed onto his body at some point, and his heart was like ashes.

Shadow Cage ......

Lowering the spell-throwing arm, Satel erupted into a burst of low laughter, the sarcasm barely obvious: "Whatever you want to do, you won't succeed." I will give you this sentence back to you. ”

"Now, you're given two options. ”

"Either surrender, or, die, and surrender!"

"Anar'alah belore (in the name of the sun)!" Salorion's face turned extremely hideous, but he did not give up, only heard a battle cry that resounded through the sky, and suddenly a dazzling light bloomed on Queldra.

The azure streamer suddenly tore the shadow spell on his body to pieces, and the blade that had been stagnant in the air also slashed down.

A large expanse of blood that had not completely cooled fell on the walls, and the bright red that had been prosperous looked so palpitating at the moment.

However, this did not cause Sutter to express anger or hatred, on the contrary, she giggled: "I just like the stupid, senseless resistance of you mortals, and it is not bad as an aftershow before I taste the fruits of victory." ”

With a flip of her wrist, Ereda slowly tapped her slender fingertips to Salorian's back, and the majestic cold magic quickly gathered in it......