Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The world is filled with arcane power.

Malygos roared, and his body and arcana merged into one, turning into a blue rainbow and rushing towards Anersalon.

The compelling energy even pushed the air to form a strong wind.

At this time, the area within tens of meters around Anasseron was shrouded in arcane magic, and it was impossible to dodge it in any direction.

"Corruption Swarm!"

A group of black mist appeared in the sky, and Anasseron waved countless Corruption Insects to block the front.

His wings stretched and contracted, tightly wrapping his huge body.

"Boom!" With a sound, energy splashed out.

The sharp sword transformed by the Blue Dragon King penetrated the swarm of insects and hit Anasseron hard.

However, the demon lord raised his toes and retreated quickly to reduce the damage.

His wings opened again, and blood rained down.

But Anasseron seemed not to notice at all, roaring and stamping his feet on the ground, punching forward and rushing forward.

His fists were wrapped in green flames, and before anyone arrived, the wind of his fists had already heated up the air.

"go to hell!"

The Blue Dragon King raised his mouth, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and spit out a deadly blue blade.

The blue blade was as fast as lightning, and its fist broke through the wind. When the two met, a huge thunder sounded.

Blue and green energy exploded, light bloomed instantly, and lightning tore the surrounding air apart.

This brief contact was enough to shock everyone.

The demon hurriedly moved away from the place where the battle was taking place, and Hellfire began to run forward.

A new attack was launched.

"Archer ready!"

The night elf sentries took up their longbows again and began to fight.

A tidal wave of arrows streaked through the air.Sliding among the demons.

"Interval three, move forward!"

Kalia raised her sword lightly and stepped forward.

The paladins and warriors around her instantly dispersed to the outside, turning into umbrella-shaped blades and pushing forward.

Their long swords undulated and turned like ocean waves, biting away the life in front of them.

The silver giant blade had blood raining from the tip.

This scene is beautiful but also cruel!

Kael'thas was speechless.But he no longer gets a chance to play.

When he was about to sit quietly and watch, a huge hand patted his shoulder.

"Ilmoz, why are you still here?"

Fandral's voice came from behind.

Kael'thas was startled.He quickly took two steps away and turned around.

"I see that the battle is going well, so I just want to take a look at the situation."

He lowered his head and said.But he couldn't help but curse Fandral secretly in his heart.

[Why is this Druid so mysterious? 】

"But I only see you running away."

Fandral showed a slightly displeased expression. He stared at Kael'thas and said:

"A person with strength has to carry and save more things than a person without strength. Yilmoz, what you did disappoints me."

He concluded that Kael'thas was escaping, and to a certain extent, this idea was consistent with the truth.

"The value of strength lies in the battlefield. I will give you another chance."

Fandral pointed to the battlefield and said coldly:

"You should know how to do it, right?"

Kael'thas nodded.

He felt a little helpless, but he still held the bow and walked slowly towards the battlefield.

But before he took a few steps, another startling change occurred on the battlefield.

As Kalia and the others rushed forward, a bright red magic circle began to appear beneath their feet.

The magic circle was flowing with poignant and blood-like flames.Dyeing the earth red, the grass and trees bent over and withered, then shattered into powder.

Like a rose from hell, it curses all life.

"Death and decay..."

Kael'thas read out the name of this spell in shock.

He saw the Silver Blade's speed drop sharply, and the holy light of the Paladins began to dim.The soldiers began to groan in pain.

Death and Decay, as its name suggests, is a spell that brings death.

Anyone standing inside Death and Decay will receive continuous damage.

However, the power of the spell in front of him obviously exceeded its original setting, and the master who cast it would definitely not be much weaker than Aneseron.

Who else here could do this?

Kael'thas glanced over and finally noticed a Dread Lord with green wings among the group of ordinary demons.

It is almost as big as the other demons.Deceived almost everyone.

"Deserok, attack that green demon quickly!"

The roars of some old night elves sounded from behind.

It seemed like they knew this demon.

Desselock....

Kael'thas watched the green demon grow taller and taller, and something seemed to flash in his mind.

He tried his best to grasp this clue, and then he was surprised.

Deselok, isn't this demon the Dread Lord who was placed in Lordaeron! ?

It was one of the two Dreadlords defeated by Sylvanas in the future struggle for independence.

But this Dread Lord did not participate in the Holy War on Mount Hyjal, so how could he appear here?

Another surprise occurred.

The Blue Dragon King and Anasseron are fighting on one side, but they can't help here.

Kalia is in danger, Ya is in danger...

Even though she has Ashbringer, it's still hard to fight Deserok right now.

Kael'thas gritted his teeth and began to run forward.

"Hellfire!"

However, green meteorites fell from the sky again.

The meteorite fell this time on the night elves' backline.

The sentries and druids fell into a brief panic. Just as they were cleaning up the hellfire, a huge demon army surged over from the side, suddenly separating the night elves and paladins.

outflank--

These demons blocked the road behind them, preparing to annihilate the Paladins in front of them in one fell swoop.

"hateful!"

When Kael'thas ran to the intersection of the camp, there was no road ahead.

When he looked up.The battle between Deselok and the Paladins has begun.

Most of the paladins fell into the demon's trap, but dozens of them rushed towards Deserok.

They wandered around like babies and harassed Deselok, who had grown to a height of ten meters.

Kalia stood at the front, wielding the Ashbringer to resist Deserok's attack.

Although he is such a young figure, he stubbornly resists attacks again and again.

Kael'thas stopped.

The sentries and druids around him were nervously cleaning up the countless demons in front of them, and not many people had time to pay attention to the outside.

This made Kael'thas feel a little annoyed and helpless.

He closed his mouth tightly and raised his bow.

At this moment he forgot about the devil so close at hand.He forgot about the screams around him and only stared at Deselok.

The devil's huge body is the best target.

Kael'thas nocked the arrow and drew the bow, relying on his body's instinct to aim and find the right arc.

It was as if this action had already been ingrained in his bones.You will naturally know what is best.

Letting go, the arrow disappeared into the air with a whoosh, but the string still trembled slightly.

Silver light streaked across the night sky...

The flair of this arrow is enough to enchant even the best archers.The spinning arrows made a clear whistling sound.

No one can fool himself into doubting that an arrow will miss its target.

Even Fandral opened his eyes wide, worried by the beauty of the arrow.

【Middle, medium! 】

His eyes had already seen the moment when the arrow hit. This arrow would surely bring Deserok down, and this arrow would also be recorded in the history of the night elves.

And perhaps even Desai Locke cannot deny this.

The fear lord felt the sound piercing the sky.

He turned around and opened his eyes wide, trying to catch the light and shadow in front of him, but to no avail.

The arrow swirled through the air and shot directly into his eyes.

In this one ten thousandth of time, Deselok closed his eyes.

"bang"

Wan Lai fell into silence.

When Deselok felt pain and opened his eyes again, he saw a twisted bow and arrow slowly falling down.

【No energy? 】

It was hard for him to get his mind around it.Then burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, what is this? An arrow that can't even break my eyelids!"

In tens of thousands of years, Deselok had never enjoyed such a weak attack.

He laughed, knocked back several paladins with a wave of his hand, and then continued to attack Kalia.

From beginning to end.This demon didn't even look at Kael'thas.

The Elf Prince put down his arrow and stood in the silent crowd, 'enjoying' the weird targets around him alone.

'Is he a fool? '

He could clearly see the common thinking held by the night elves.

But in fact, Kael'thas is also helpless. It's great that his arrow can reach him from such a distance.

However, no matter how beautiful the arrow is, it will have no effect without additional power.

The high elves would add magic to their arrows, and he had initially planned to do so, but the moment he let go.He realized: Night elves don't use magic.

In order not to reveal his identity, he could only shoot an arrow with no energy - the result was worse than expected.

This made Kael'thas smile bitterly.

"That arrow just now was beautiful."

However, some people still praised him.

When Kael'thas turned around, he saw Fandral standing behind with a smile.

"Don't be too nervous. Next time, remember to use the power in your body."

The archdruid consoled him.

He seemed to have misunderstood the reason why Kael'thas had just fired the arrow.

But how could it happen again?

[The devil knows how you shoot arrows. 】

Firing such arrows again and again will only arouse suspicion.

Kael'thas simply put down his bow.

"Can you give me a long sword?"

He touched his head in distress, and then explained:

"Actually, hunting is just my hobby..."

"My true calling is that of a warrior."

At this time, Fandral's eyes widened again.

Kael'thas looked at his surprised expression and secretly felt happy.

[Fortunately, the night elves still have warriors. 】

The only thing he can pretend to be besides being a hunter now is that he is a warrior...

But are the soldiers really okay? RQ