Stormwind God

The storm is converging, and the thunder is roaring;

Power is crumbling, and fate is rewriting.

Duke looked up and looked at the vast sea of ​​trees. The eyes shot from his deep black eyes crossed the lush woods, marching into the orcs, and finally fell into the rag-like tribal clan banner dancing in the wind. on.

No one knows what Duke is thinking. The light that is sharp enough to penetrate all the fog and reach the truth is the one that most confuses and intoxicates Aurelia.

In Duke's eyes, Ruoru contained the mystery of the entire universe.

With a sigh, the light in Duke's eyes became more blurred. He seemed to see himself transformed into a bronze dragon controlling time, letting time flow as he wished. As if seeing the torrent of history, he still rolled forward in the inherent direction, crushing all his efforts. Put him on the back of time and space, and let 'history' return to his familiar track.

The mysterious and elusive fate of the river seems to have been secretly integrated into every river and sea of ​​Azeroth, coiling over every mountain, plain and continent.

The future is like a fog that can never be dispelled, covering the entire league and even the entire Azeroth.

Duke doesn't know how much the future can be changed by his efforts. It can be imagined that the existing accuracy is only 79%, because his efforts will make the previously fixed future more fragmented and unpredictable.

"To make up for those regrets that passed away and thought they could never be recovered, everything is worth it." Duke murmured softly.

In the last hour.

The voter around Duke received unexpected benefits.

"Thunder!" Sylvanas shouted, and the surging thunder of lightning gathered in her palm, turning into a thunderbolt with powerful power. The ray of light lingering around her made her look like the goddess of thunder standing above nine days.

"Fengxiang!" Windsor also awakened the power of the wind. Although she could not compare with her older sister Aurelia in terms of quality and quantity, she was extraordinarily light. It can be imagined that Windsor will have Absolute advantage.

"Eagle Eye!" Lilith was a little strange, awakening the ability to scout. It doesn't feel much to do with the wind, and there is almost no improvement in combat power.

"Wind!" Vanessa wielded two daggers lightly in the air, the kind of graceful air manoeuvre that made one wonder if she had overcome the gravity.

"Bing Lan!" The influence of the wind was driven away, and Illucia easily condensed in the air a mist of cold mist, wrapping herself.

When the people around him had completed their ascension, everyone set their sights on Duke.

"Duke, although the tribe is coming, our sisters can help you stop the tribe for at least 10 minutes. If you can get anything, you can let it go." Aurelia's encouragement came from the wind.

The other three sisters of Windrunner nodded together.

Duke smiled, first opened a portal and sent back Illucia and Vanessa, who were weaker, and then stood on top of the Altar of Storms.

After standing up, Duke suddenly laughed.

Once upon a time, getting the most basic [1st level of fireball] by yourself had a little bit of gains and losses. Facing the unknown power now, Duke was surprised to find that he didn't seem to have much expectation or too much fear for the final result.

Or because I have been born from a pure traversal university, after experiencing a lot of challenges and trials, I have completely grown up.

I have been worried many times whether I will lose my judgment on the future if history has changed significantly. But after he ascended to the top and commanded the alliance army to win victory again and again, his heart became more and more firm.

Began to have the confidence to become afraid of failure, not afraid of setbacks.

Thinking about the forces that invaded Azeroth in the future, and those terrible monsters that are ten stories high, they were really a little scared.

But now, the fruits of one's own efforts are being transformed into a source of confidence.

The power of magic!

The power of power!

Support from friends and subordinates!

All this turned into an indescribable confidence that supported him to move on. As long as you hold on to this power, you will have endless power. You will break the fate of destruction, drive away the mist of the road ahead, and embark on that frank and futuristic road.

That was the fate of Azeroth, and that of his Duke.

At this point, Duke didn't hesitate.

The five avatars chanted a simple spell, driving this temporary altar of storms to make a final effort.

The force of nature that is about to dissipate in the depths of the earth, under the guidance of Duke's idea, makes the last surge. The sensory feedback from various places on the altar allowed the power of the earth to connect with his body, giving him a feeling of connecting the power of the earth to his destiny and magic circuit.

The next moment, there was a strong wind in the sky again.

Countless free forces floating in the air gathered in the direction of the Altar of Storms with more exaggeration and grander momentum than the awakened people before. It was a huge tornado suspended at a height of 100 meters and over five kilometers in diameter.

For a while, Aurelia and others turned their attention.

Countless purple-blue lightning strips linger like spirit snakes, twirling over the storm altar. The high-energy lightning chain dissociates and filters everything, making the wind blowing on the altar extremely cool and dry.

The breeze tangled around Duke's limbs, blowing away all the dirt on Duke's body.

The thunder came to Duke's head, turned into countless small harmless currents, entered from Duke's shoulders, and flowed throughout Duke's body. The strange feeling of thunder and lightning entering the body did not imagine the sense of destruction and destruction that numbed the body and mind, but it was a bit strange. In the slightly numb feeling, Duke felt that his body was getting tougher under the stimulation of current.

And the special understanding of wind, thunder and flames began to spread deep into the soul.

This is not an empty experience obtained through spells or casts. This is his most direct, unobstructed contact with the forces of nature. It is with this rare experience, and with this deepest insight that is rooted in my heart, my magic power will surely take it to the next level.

On Duke's retina, the emerald-green system suggests that it is jumping wildly with the force of the storm in the air:

"Congratulations to the host, you have become more proficient in the power of wind and thunder."

"You understand and master the improved special spell [Thunderspear]!"

"You control the [Thunderstorm Wall] ..."

"You have the [Electric Shield] ..." (To be continued.)