Stormwind God

At this moment, no one knows that the Moglieni have made such a decision. .

Everyone still focused on Prince Sunderland.

Looking at the violent wind prince, Demetien was aggressive: "My lord! Why? Why?"

No league strong has the time to answer him.

Everyone knows that most of the 25,000-year imprisonment made Sunderland, the wind-seeker, lose his mind and fall into madness.

The element of wind in the atmosphere has begun to boil, and it is no exaggeration to call it the storm element. There was a violent hissing everywhere in the sky, and the whole sky changed suddenly. The clear sky a moment ago was now occupied by the gloomy storm.

At the moment when the storm elements boiled to the strongest, accompanied by the faint thunder, the figure of Windseeker Sunderland began to stretch infinitely, occupying almost the entire sky of Silithus.

What a huge elemental giant is that?

Just a huge body is enough to cover the glory of the sun and the moon. He is a larger cover than the clouds. As if his huge figure can replace the entire atmosphere and envelope the crowd, it becomes a lingering horror shadow. .

And just at the moment when the storm gave the most terrible whistling, the whole Silithus, regardless of any animal, plant, mortal, or even some existence beyond the world, was severely stimulated.

It was the oppression on the soul level. The slightly weaker guy shuddered, the deepest fear appeared on his face!

That is the memory of their ancestors, deeply imprinted in their genes, the deepest part of their bloodlines.

It was the horrible memory left by the ancient **** C'thun and the Lord of the Wind Elements on the continent of Ancient Kalimdor during the most terrible dark empire 25,000 years ago!

"Hey, hey! This is not right! We rescue him, he'll forget the revenge. Why does this goods feel better than Ragnaros?" Gwenlad topped in front of him.

Suddenly, he found a hand resting on his shoulders from behind.

"Duke?"

It was Duke, who did not know when he came to the front from behind. He looked up at Prince Sunderland, who was constantly clamoring his teeth and clamoring his teeth, madly expanding his body, suddenly showing a strange smile.

"Hey! Didn't anyone think of giving him a kick?"

Give him a kick? How to give?

The other party is an invisible wind element ... uh, wait!

At this time, everyone finally found the source of all the wind, and it was the [Sword of the Imprisoned Imprisonment] that someone just laid on the ground as a sacrifice!

Duke flew up, kicking the wires like a kitchen knife, thundering all the way with lightning.

It is such a kick that is also a natural attribute, and the skull that was originally well placed is distorted.

"what!?"

This foot surprised everyone, because they were shocked to see that the huge and boundless figure in the air had reduced the time by a certain amount.

Prince Sunderland did not fall down like a paperman, but he was clearly affected by some unknown effect.

Only Ronin and Tyrande saw something, they noticed the flash of fire.

"Is this ... the divine light?"

"Divinity?" Jaina asked Tyrande.

Tyrande nodded: "Well, it seems that Prince Sunderland wants to spread his will, draw and purify elemental power from the atmosphere, but is prevented by Duke."

Duke looked up with a mysterious smile on his face: "Sunderland! I know you are angry! Manic! You are anxious to vent your resentment! But you also have to see who is down Gennaros let you out ... "

"Roaring" Zhentian shouted, plus a sword, which was Prince Sunderland's answer.

Duke frowned, and the Sunderland prince apparently differed from the prince in history. Anyway, the wind prince shouted a few words in history.

Duke was thinking about life, but he was not afraid of being hacked. If Magni holding the Enemy Hammer and Tirion the Ashbringer are here, Duke can be hacked to death, then they are considered heroes.

This time, Magni, who launched the "Goddess of Heaven", directly lifted the flame hammer, and had a fancy encounter with Prince Sunderland's wind sword.

"Boom!" The shocking momentum of the volcanic eruption directly overwhelmed the Prince Sunderland. The prince's wind sword was not only knocked back with a hammer, but the posture of leaning back showed a weird rigidity.

At this point, anyone could see the prince's weakness in his huge body.

Everyone couldn't help remembering the legend, how powerful the wind-fighter was, but he was subdued. Although the Lord of the Enemy could not completely destroy him, he was split into two halves and imprisoned.

It is conceivable how weak Prince Sunderland experienced after 25,000 years of torture.

Since communication is impossible, the result is doomed.

"Get rid of him!"

Duke lifted his cloak and he didn't even bother to shoot.

That's right!

Prince Sunderland looks strong, but he is strong and strong. More than 20,000 years of imprisonment has made him degenerate in all aspects, even rational.

There is only one instinct left at the end, and there is no special skill. The weakened version of the elemental lord, which can only be chopped randomly, can only be regarded as a large target. If this is not possible, the League of Legends can collectively jump to the river and commit suicide.

Duke sat behind him, watching the poor Prince Sunderland silently.

"嗷" Prince Sunderland pretended to be hacked by Thunder. He originally thought that Gavinlad could easily mix the artifact, and rarely used his thunder to split the prince.

"Ah," the prince was angry! Because Magni suddenly held the [Hand of Savrath * Flame Demon Ragnaros] who taught him to be a man, and then came to teach him to be a man.

"Ah ah ah" The prince was angry again! [Ember Messenger] The blazing Holy Light reminded him faintly that there seemed to be a group of Titans, and taught him to be a man with such light.

Rainstorm-like magic and arrows are pouring down, and the blades filled with flame elements have repeatedly left scars on his weak body.

There were not many accidents. In just five minutes, the poor and sad Prince Sunderland fell shortly after seeing the sky.

A large mass of dust-like things is the remains of the wind prince. Among the dust, a small wind sword is particularly noticeable.

"This is ..." Gavenlad was curious.

"This is [Blade of the Wind Kiss], hold it and let that fanatic work."

Just like history, [Thunder's Wrath * Blessing Sword of the Windseeker] is finally made. Gavin Rader was so happy to show off everywhere, until he was shocked to see that Duke also held an identical wind sword ...