Rise of the blood elves

172【blazing】

In the dim light of the eve of dawn, coupled with the cover of morning fog, the slowly unfolding illusion was somewhat hazy and unreal.

But it was so powerful that it covered the entire battlefield. Perhaps dozens of kilometers away, one could see this magnificent illusion happening at the southernmost tip of the Silver Pine Forest.

It can be vaguely discerned that this seems to be an endless expanse of sea, with howling winds, huge waves, and rolling black water. Anyone will feel their own insignificance in the face of such natural power.

The illusion attracted everyone's attention. Whether it was the natural disaster camp or the soldiers of the coalition waiting for death, they all heard the sound of waves that echoed in their ears and saw the spread of the illusion with their own eyes.

As soon as this illusion appeared, Varimathras and Balnazzar, the two fear devils, had a look of horror on their faces. Without saying a word, they immediately stepped up their offensive like crazy.The sharp claws were like a gust of wind, mixed with almost instantaneous superb necromancy spells, attacking Liadrin and Dathrohan.

The pressure on the two paladins suddenly increased several times.

Dealing with the Dread Lords joining forces from both ends is not an easy task.The other party is a legendary existence with a long life, and is extremely powerful regardless of skill and skill.What's more, the two of them are already exhausted, and they are within the scope of the large-scale withering spell. They must control the holy light protection at all times to avoid the danger of losing their lives.

In just ten seconds, the two paladins were suppressed and out of breath, and their bodies suffered a lot of wounds. However, they still tried their best to guard the ground under Angmar, preventing the other party from having a chance to attack. Break his spell.

More than ten minutes have passed since the Dread Lord raided Angmar's location and the two of them rushed to help.It can be said that they have been struggling to hold on during this period. During this period, the magic waves coming from mid-air became more and more powerful, so strong that these two well-informed leaders felt a little frightened. They vaguely guessed the purpose of these two demons. They seemed to be very afraid of the spells Angmar could weave using that artifact.

On several occasions, the Dread Lord even tried to get injured, but also tried to bypass the two men to interrupt Angmar's spellcasting process. If the two had not acted in time, the other party might have succeeded.At this time, the other party's eagerness made the two of them more determined in their inner speculations, so they could not let the other party pass without saying anything.

In front of the Disaster Formation in the distance, the scarred Anasseron raised his head in shock and looked at Angmar in mid-air. After seeing the latter's actions clearly, a look of panic soon appeared in his eyes, and he unconsciously Shivered.

"How could this be him? It really is him."

The demon muttered to himself as he backed away step by step.Without even looking at the two brothers who were still fighting, and regardless of the imminent victory of the natural disaster army, they directly activated the teleportation spell.

But the spell misfired before it was completed.

Anersalon was severely wounded in a previous battle with the Ashbringer.At this time, not only was the physical condition unable to withstand the tearing of the teleportation spell, but the remaining mana was not enough to safely cast the teleportation spell.

Anatheron growled in annoyance, gritted his teeth, and ignored the cracked wound. He took a limp step, flapped half of his wings that were riddled with holes, and galloped backwards like a bereaved dog, pushing The undead that blocked the road left a series of green bloodstains along the way, and soon ran away without a trace.

The fear lord's cowardly behavior was seen by Kel'Thuzad, and the Lich looked at the other two fear lords who were attacking crazily in the distance with some surprise.Instinctively, he sensed that these demon "masters" seemed to be hiding something from him.

But the unexpected situation no longer allowed him to think carefully.

The flame strike in Angmar's hand emitted a wave of magic waves that spread far away to the battlefield. The materialized magic mist blew away the lingering morning fog, and even faintly contained it. The withering spell of necromantic energy was transformed, temporarily weakening the power of withering.

As a master of magic, Kel'Thuzad was able to accurately judge the energy level of the wave emitted by the artifact at this time.

Counting his career as a mage as a member of the Council of Six in Dalaran, and even his surrender to Ner'zhul and his knowledge of the vast smoke-like knowledge of the Endless Dark End, Kel'Thuzad had never seen such a strange, strange creature. Powerful magic.

This does not match his cognition.

When Arthas attacked Quel'Thalas, Flame Strike was easily shattered by Frostmourne. This is enough to prove that the blood elves' so-called "legendary artifacts" are just like their pride, proud but fragile.

When Flame Strike appeared on the battlefield earlier, he thought it was just some temporary means used by the blood elves, and it was hastily recast and put into use again. Its power was definitely not as powerful as the original one, and the user was still a weak epic mage.

Even though Angmar was special, in Kel'Thuzad's view, he still couldn't make any trouble, so he didn't choose it as his first target. Instead, he took the first step to deal with the legendary powerhouses who were more threatening, such as Tirion and his ilk hold even more powerful artifacts.

But the scene at the moment had already made Kel'Thuzad feel alarmed.The vulnerable reforged version of Flame Strike actually glowed with power that he could hardly imagine in the hands of the young blood elf who was illuminated by the sunwell.

Without casting a spell, Kel'Thuzad condensed a cloud of icy mist in his palm, and then raised his hand to hit Angmar.

The mist flew across the air quickly, strengthened by the undead energy that filled the air, and became extremely huge. The falling ice crystals were as big as heads, leaving a cold trail behind them. The ice crystal fragments fell to the ground like hail. The ground was completely frozen upon landing, indiscriminately freezing to death a large number of coalition soldiers and undead, leaving hundreds more lifelike ice sculptures on the ground.

Seeing that the ice mass was about to touch Angmar, suddenly, a buzzing sound echoed through the sky, and the flames burst out with dazzling light, just like the blazing sun falling to the ground, spreading out Endless light and heat.

Under the rays of light, the ice mass was evaporated in an instant.In a burst of shrill screams, the undead energy on the vast battlefield disappeared quickly like soup pouring snow, and was completely annihilated.

When the light faded, Kel'Thuzad emerged within a crumbling mana shield.This protective spell cast in a hurry is already as weak as a piece of paper, with holes everywhere. The magic power in the intact areas is still flowing to the damaged areas according to the constraints of the spell.

Kel'Thuzad also looked slightly injured. Several of the rune chains on his body were broken, his robes were riddled with holes, and a black burn mark appeared on his left shoulder. His aura was much weaker than before.

He slowly raised his head and took in the distant scenery.If there is still flesh and blood, the look on the Lich's face must be

Full of shock.

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