Each magic circle was born out of thin air, pouring out magic power, hitting the enemy, and then annihilated. This is even more gorgeous than fireworks and death.

Compared to the army of demons that only brings killing and destruction, Ronin's attack has a more artistic flavor of war.

At some point, the mages of the Ravenketh Mage Group were stunned and they stopped. Because even though they had recovered the maximum magic power, the four-digit mages of their entire group caused less than one-tenth of that of Ronin.

It seemed as if the endless "swish!" whistling sound of the "swishish!" when the endless arcane missile broke through the air, forming a continuous and long sound.

The light that bloomed when the arcane element hit the demon outlined an extremely huge magic scroll.

Magic is used as oil paint and death is embellished.

The huge Burning Legion's striker completely became a background board in front of Luo Ning, the newly advanced Xiri Division.

The continuous explosions exploded, blowing away thousands of demon limbs of all sizes. Ronin used his arcane missiles to storm to plow the entire battlefield from left to right, from front to back, over and over again!

Each arcane missile has the power of a 7-pound cannon!

As if the sky is overturned! As if the earth is overturned!

Every night elves are stunned to become witnesses of this miracle.

It’s not that every Xiri** master in infinite magic mode is so terrible!

It is precisely because Ronin comes from Dalaran, a human magic holy land with relatively poor magic power ten thousand years later that he developed such a precise habit of accurately calculating the magic power required for each arcane missile.

It is also because he has mastered Duke, who inherited the name of the Hundred Hands God of Death, that he can master the skills of multiple spell casting that he has not mastered in history.

Moreover, because he exercised his skills day after day, year after year, and this gorgeous equipment that has surpassed countless eras, and the elves gave him the magic interface password of the Well of Eternity, he had this crazy attack and this destructive power that could never be copied!

Almost with his own strength, he destroyed a reorganized Burning Legion vanguard army.

Luo Ning, a humble little wizard, finally reached a new peak in his life on the most magnificent stage ten thousand years ago!

The achievements of Yilidan's killing of the opponent's leader are like the light of fireflies fighting against the light of the sun in front of Luo Ning's great achievement of destroying one army by one!

Originally, Illidan would be jealous, but with the news coming, all the victory and a little jealousy became boring. His eldest brother, Malfurion, lost contact and fell into a state of loss of soul.

"Big Brother" Illidan rode the Horned Eagle and rushed back to the Black Crow Fortress with all his might. When he rushed into the room where his eldest brother was placed, he saw a tearful Tyrande and a group of druids who remained silent like death.

"What's wrong with my elder brother? Can anyone tell me what's wrong with him?? Was he killed? Or can he never wake up again?" Yilidan was crazy, shaking every elf he encountered, eager to get an accurate answer from any mouth.

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

"What else? Just this little news!? Do you want to tell me that my great brother, who became a hero and saved the night elves army, but he was so desolate that he died in a place I couldn't see!" Illidan's resolute face kept twitching, and his amber eyes that made his compatriots curious were flashing with an extremely tangled light.

Yes! Illidan at this point in time has not lost his eyes yet.

He was still the Moon Guard who made his compatriots envious and the strong among the elves. At the moment when the Moon Guard leader Latucius was killed, he in turn killed Illidan, the Doom Lord named Essinos, and became the new Moon Guard leader, which was almost certain.

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

The problem is that at this moment, Malfurion, who has always been unpopular with his compatriots, suddenly "sacrificed" himself because he took the risk of sneaking into Azshara with his soul to open a way for his compatriots. Malfurion suddenly possessed all the elements that a tragic hero should have.

Perhaps, the one who survives is the final winner.

But in the process of competing with his brother Tyrande, he won in this way. Illidan, who was extremely proud in his heart, knew very clearly that he didn't want this result!

because……

Victory! No! Martial!

"No! We don't know!" Tyrande almost burst into tears.

She was also very confused. As a childhood sweetheart and a strong man who grew up together, she never thought about the scene of Malfurion or Illidan's death. Tyrande, who is kind by nature, doesn't even want to hurt either of the two brothers, how could she imagine such a terrible thing?

Farewell, this seemingly distant word is just a little short of a time when it really comes, Tyrande seems at a loss.

"His Excellency Buffalio should not be dead, he should have been captured!" With the sound of words, the elves turned around and saw the human mage hero who had just shined on the battlefield standing at the door.

If this human who claims to be Rodick is a night elf, he will be respected as holy by his battle.

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

What the 300,000 army did not do was done by Rodick alone.

Everyone was stunned, only Illidan remained awake: "Human, what's wrong with Malfurion?"

"Do you say that Lord Malfurio uses the Emerald Dream as a cover to destroy the talisman shield that blocked the magic branch of Azshara? It is obvious that he succeeded. But he should have been captured immediately!"

"No" Tyrande screamed, covering his face with both hands, and clear tears still flowed out from his tightly closed fingers.

She could not imagine what a terrible ending would be if Malfurion's soul was captured by the demon.

Ronin came over and carefully checked Malfurio was still breathing evenly, as if he was just sleeping.

"No abuse! His soul was not polluted with the power of darkness... We should be for the time being, that Lord Malfurion should have been simply captured, or that his soul was trapped."

Whether the soul is captured or trapped, this is not a good thing for Tyrande and Illidan. Almost at the time of this conclusion, they have begun to make a desperate mental preparation for losing Malfurion forever.
Chapter completed!