The splendid palace is extremely spacious, except for the elaborate reliefs on the stone pillars on the walls, the jeweled decorations on the corridors, and the red banner embroidered with winged phoenixes hanging from the dome, there is no furnishings, not even lamps.

However, it did not appear to be dim in the slightest, on the contrary, the bright golden glow illuminated the entire palace, causing Lanlos to squint his eyes involuntarily as he had just entered.

The Well of the Sun is not just a magical well, and in order to maintain her power and use it throughout Quel'Thalas, the High Elves have spent a lot of effort to build such a magnificent and brilliant magical craft.

It is a two-storey circular building with a hollow dome, from which the central sunwell emits an eternal golden glow that reaches into the sky.

At the edge of the corridor on the second floor, solemn-looking arcanists stood silently, their reverent eyes fixed on the brilliant light in the center, allowing the dazzling gold to render their blue pupils completely.

As Lanros and Salorian walked into the main hall, the well guards focused their eyes on them in great unity.

Obviously, Salorian was used to this kind of scene, leading the way in front while explaining to the elves behind him. "These are the Sunwell's Guardians appointed by the Sun King, and they are all high-level professionals in Quel'Salas, and they also have the privilege of teleporting directly into the Sunwell Heights. ”

As he moved forward, Lanloth noticed that the brilliant golden brilliance gradually softened, and his vision became clearer.

"Hmph, the recruitment requirements for the well guards are really uneven. After a pause, Lanlos chose an adjective that wasn't particularly harsh.

Seeing him like this, Salorian frowned, followed the other's gaze, and a elven magister wearing a red cowboy hat with a feather appeared in his sight. Although the broad brim of his hat almost obscured most of his face, Salorian easily recognized him in the face of such a brilliant light.

"I don't know what your conflict with Darkan Drahier is, but it's best not to mention what you just said, but not every well keeper has a good temper like me. ”

"I try. The good mood just now suddenly cooled, and Lanlos kept his face calm, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Darkan's position.

The latter, apparently noticing his gaze, raised his thin lips and bowing lightly and slowly to the other.

Kindness? no, more of a mockery.

However, Lanlos has no worries, and his feud with Darkan is not enough for the latter to take action against him.

In addition to Darkan, Lanloth also saw many familiar faces in the ranks of the Well Guards, from various forces, even from the Silvermoon Council. These people can be considered the backbone of Quel'Salas, and with their protection, the safety of the sunwell is unshakable.

Theoretically......

Lanlos glanced meaningfully at Darkan on the edge of the second floor, and the look in which he stared straight at him made him shudder inexplicably. Without much thought, at Sallorian's urging, Lanros walked briskly to the center of the hall.

Looking down from above, the open space in the ring is pierced by golden light, and the flame-like red floor is plated with dense golden lines, spreading in all directions, like a brilliant sun shining on all things.

Soon, Lanlos stopped a step away from the well, and suddenly, he felt as if everyone's breathing had become heavy. It's no wonder that although Astaro sealed his space bag and ordered him to put away all the objects that could cause damage to the sunwell, he only needed to reach out and touch the brilliant golden glow at this moment.

However, he would not do this, not to mention that these dozen or so high-level professionals were staring at him with fierce eyes, the Well of the Sun was strictly pure energy, and with the direct contact of a mortal's physical body, it would be devoured and assimilated into a part of it in a matter of minutes.

Seeing Lanloth stand still, the spellcasters above looked at each other, and then raised their hands in great unity.

The vast amount of magic surged silently, and Lanloston felt as if he was being pinched by countless thick arms, and it was very difficult to move even a finger. However, he didn't want to resist, just took a deep breath, closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body.

The invisible force turned into a slow-moving vortex around Lanloth, and under the subtle but non-negligible gravitational pull, strands of golden silk threads burst out of the well water, constantly intertwined and rose, and quickly converged to Lanloth's side.

The warmth enveloped him in an instant, and just as he was too comfortable to scream, the arcanist's fingertips flicked, and the golden threads dug into his skin.

There was no imaginary pain, and the energy that slowly soaked into his body flowed through his limbs like a hot spring, and the feeling of fullness and warmth made Lanlos feel like he was in heaven. Not only the body, but also the mind gradually slackened and sank in this refreshing perception......

Backbite......

A large number of energy sources were detected...... Do you want to turn on energy harvesting......

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lan Luo actually felt that the voice of the Sagrete Keystone seemed to be faintly in a hurry and excitement, and at the same time, it also made him immediately come back to his senses, and he felt a little scared inexplicably.

As I said a long time ago, the baptism of the Well of the Sun is not simply to infuse energy into his body, but to use this energy to help him reach a higher realm, and if he enjoys this comfort like this, I am afraid that nothing will be accomplished.

Realizing this, Lan Luos hurriedly took a deep breath and calmed down, and immediately established communication with the magic net.

With the help of the warm energy that grew stronger, Lanlos could clearly feel that the barrier that blocked him was being broken through by himself little by little, and joy gradually climbed up his eyebrows.

However, he didn't notice that among the casters who focused on mana control, one of the Magus smiled hideously.

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Quel'Salas is no longer the fragile baby he once was, and not only are the trolls of Zuaman unable to break through their defenses, but neither can a legendary demon.

Magnus glanced at the corpses of demons around him, patted the dust on his robes very casually, and turned his gaze to the familiar figure standing in front of the crowd.

With Quel'Thalas's help, the Western Temple's mana supply was weakened to the greatest extent, and the portals to the Twisted Void were sluggish and weak, and the demons could not set foot on the land as fast as these elite forces could slaughter.

With Bilohua's help, all the demons have been turned into corpses, except for the last one.

"Don't be discouraged, you are not the first demon to fail at our hands. The wide dragon wings flapped into a wild hurricane, and a blue dragon slowly landed, crushing the hellhound beneath its feet into a pulp.

Ever since the last time she was beaten by the Evil Behemoth in Silvermoon City, Eldagossa had utterly hated these ugly four-legged creatures.

"Huh. Sheatre, who was crouching on the ground, sneered, pestled Ursaleth on the ground in his hand, and slowly stood up with his trembling body, the viscous brownish-green blood spilling out faster because of her movements, soaking the dark robe even more eeriely.

"The Burning Legion will not fail, your efforts have only brought you time to survive, and destruction will eventually befall ......"

Rumble!

A huge fireball left an enduring scarlet trail in the air and slammed into Sataire's body, engulfing her and most of the tower in an instant with a scorching heatwave, flying large swaths of rubble and earth, and a cloud of smoke and dust rising from the ground.

The devastated tower shook from the earth-shattering explosion and fell to the ground in amazement.

Before the smoke and dust could obscure the crowd's view, a howling wind appeared from the archmage's hand again, like countless sharp blades, tearing the heavy dust to shreds.

Magnus's eyes flashed with surprise, although he was also a legendary mage, but if he wanted to use the Flame Explosion Technique with such power, he couldn't do it without other assistance!

However, Biroa is instantaneous......

Attrition aside, the Grand Magister of Quel'Thalas does have two brushes, and at least on the battlefield, no one would want to encounter such a humanoid self-propelled turret. It can only be said that he deserves to be a master of pragmatism......

Ignoring the awe-inspiring gazes cast by everyone at him, the Grand Magus frowned slightly: "Do you still want to resist? You have refreshed my understanding of demons." ”

With the help of the Wind Creation Technique, the smoke and dust quickly dissipated, and a black barrier appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Carrying Ursales, Satyr's breathing became more and more rapid, and it was clear that she had reached the end of her crossbow.

The demons of the Burning Legion can be reborn in the Warped Void, and they can only be killed in places where the Void is twisted or corrupted and assimilated by evil powers. Therefore, the demons can be said to be all fierce and fearless, and they are always on the offensive side compared to defense.

However, at this moment, Satel is unusual, which is really surprising.

However, although the strength of the Reaper against the Wind is very strong, it is not enough to compete with two Legends and one elite force.

"Meaningless struggle. Shaking his head, Magnus slowly raised his arm, and a series of arcane missiles appeared beside him, like a dense starry sky.

At the same time, Satyr, who had almost leaned his entire strength on the scarlet scythe, pulled an ugly smile: "Mortal, what a stupid ......"

Shout......

Dozens of missiles left brilliant arcs in the air, speeding towards Sataire's position with precision and speed. The flesh and missiles collided, and a series of scalp-tinging sounds were heard.

Wait, flesh and blood?

Soon, the brilliance of the powerful missile storm dissipated, and everyone looked at the pulp with frowns.

"What about the scythe?" Bi Luohua reacted immediately, looking at the dwarf archmage with a scrutinizing gaze. Ursalus Harvester Against the Wind was an artifact, and with such great power and craftsmanship, there was no reason for him to give it away.

"I didn't do anything. Magnus raised his eyebrows, restrained his anger at being questioned for no reason, and shook his head slowly.

Just as the Grand Magus was about to ask, a strong wind suddenly pierced the sky and quickly came in front of the crowd.

The next moment, the magic exploded, and an embarrassed figure appeared in everyone's eyes. If Lanlos was there, he would have been very surprised.

Darkan's projection looked very miserable, ragged and bloody: "The Grand Magus, Lanlos and that demon, their goal is the Sunwell, stop him!"