Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Salwai and Jonatas stood in front of each other, Salwai held his one-handed sword across his chest, and Aristophanes recognized that it was the special sword technique used by the kingdom's lawbreaker troops. Windrunner's ranger swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship is more complicated, and at the same time requires the support of spellcasting ability.

"Two against one, one near and one far away, you really think highly of me." Aristophanes laughed suddenly, put the one-handed sword and one-handed stick back on his waist, straightened his face, and said seriously, "Then I'm not being polite anymore!"

Before he finished speaking, he left the ground slightly, crossed his left and right hands in front of his chest, raised three fingers, and raised them upwards. Then dozens of pairs of arms appeared behind him, and then dozens of elf clones flew out from behind him, densely packed The ground covered half the field.

"Shape of Icon!" Aristophanes muttered the name of the spell, and held the magic sword and one-handed staff again, and the secret energy was poured into it, and the purple light illuminated his face.

All the elves present stared at his operation in astonishment, and kept asking each other in low voices: "What kind of spell is this?"

"Sarwai, are you scared?" Jonatas asked softly, looking at the countless "Aristophanes" in front of him.

"...What nonsense are you talking about, Jonatas," said the elf holding the hilt of his sword in both hands, "it will definitely consume a lot of mana to create so many clones, and these mages have no weapons, at most they are just harassment Let's go, are you ready?"

Jonatas laughed and put a flame shield on Salwai, and then held the staff horizontally with both hands: "Get ready!"

Salwai didn't speak, and the magic flashed on his body, and he disappeared directly in place.

However, Aristophanes manipulated the avatars to spread out in all directions, and a blue-purple magic circle appeared between their hands, and then countless soft chains flew out of it, directly binding Jonatas who was chanting a spell, and forcefully pulled him away. Pull into the air.

"This..." Looking at this operation, Anastasia and Belovar's eyes widened, and it didn't take long for Jonatas to be controlled.

And the disappearing Salwai appeared in the center of the venue, looking hesitantly at the elf mage who was lifted into the sky.

Although Jonatas was a little caught off guard, he didn't panic at all. He struggled a few times and found that the chains were hard to break free and shouted loudly, "Sarwai, leave me alone!"

Salwai nodded, and was about to continue approaching Aristophanes' real body, but was blocked by other Aristophanes clones that did not attack Jonatas. Missiles of various attributes flew from the clone's hands A burst of bullets flew out, forming a colorful barrage that quickly flooded Salwai's position and bombarded him indiscriminately. Accompanied by large and small sounds, countless sands instantly covered the sky.

"It seems that Jonatas and Salwai have nothing to do." Anasteria shook his head in disappointment seeing the two being suppressed, and then asked the speaker beside him solemnly, "Ali How did Stoffen exercise? Is it true that the frontier is more exercised than Silvermoon City?"

"I'm afraid that's not the case, Your Majesty, Quel'Thalas has been established for nearly seven thousand years, and the time before the big bang, the recorded history is more than ten thousand years. In these ten thousand years, there are such There are only a few powerful mages, and most of them reached this level with the help of the Well of Eternity or the Sunwell."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Either he has the kind of magical talent comparable to that ancient queen, or beyond the queen, or there is some secret in him that we don't know,

It's just now..." Beloval shook his head, "I don't know what to do anymore. "

"...I see." His Majesty the King narrowed his eyes.

On the battlefield, Jonatas was anxious when he saw his friend being restricted but unable to cast spells, and the magic power in his body was flowing more and more slowly. He stared at Salwai, who was dodging left and right in the sand and dust. , Out of the corner of an eye, he caught sight of the sparkling ruby ​​on the top of the staff.

Then he made up his mind, closed his eyes, and tried his best to mobilize the magic power to pour into the staff.

The brighter and brighter gemstones immediately attracted a lot of elves' eyes, and Belovar said directly: "Your Majesty, Jonatas is going to do his best, don't we stop him?"

King Anasteria shook his head: "Anyone has to pay the price for their choice. I think the Heart of Dawn family can still afford a mere legendary staff."

Before the words fell, a violent explosion directly enveloped Jonatas, and those stretched chains were also interrupted by the violent impact of magic power, and a large number of clones disappeared into the air directly due to the backlash.

"It's really desperate." Aristophanes said with emotion, looking at Jonatas, who was half-kneeling on the ground with a half-staffed staff in tatters and trying to stand up.

"It's...it's not over yet!" Jonatas whispered, taking out a bottle of red potion from his pocket and pouring it into his mouth tremblingly.

Then he stood up, waved half of the staff, and a large amount of magic power gathered above his head, forming a burning phoenix.

Looking at his friend who was struggling in the magic barrage, Jonatas speeded up the chanting of the spell. After the end, he ignored the tingling pain in his body and shouted loudly towards the center of the field: "Sarwai ,be ready!"

The red phoenix let out a long cry, and under the control of Jonatas, it rushed towards the countless clones of Aristophanes who were casting spells in midair like an arrow from the string.

Some clones started to attack it, and the other part continued to suppress Salwai, but the barrage attacks were much sparser, and Salwai was able to take time to look around:

The phoenix summoned by Jonatas ignited half of the sky. It howled angrily and spewed flames at Aristophanes' avatar. Its flapping wings created two red whirlwinds, and countless golden gravel mixed into it. , also caused huge damage to Aristophanes' clone.

"good chance!"

After seeing that the barrage became thinner and Aristophanes' real body holding a weapon was standing not far away, Salwai knew that this was the best chance for Jonatas to advance.

Regardless of cleaning up the sand that fell from his body, he bent down slightly, clenched the Dawn Blade in his hand again, and muttered in his heart: "Bless me for a successful raid, ancestors!"

He kicked his legs hard and disappeared in place. Looking from a high altitude, it looked like a huge flower had bloomed on the sand.

At this time, Salwai had passed through the barrage blockade and came to Aristophanes. He didn't dare to hold back, and swung the Dawn Blade vigorously in his hand. The purple and gold sword shadow stabbed at the elf with the sound of the wind. The mage's left shoulder.

"Clang!"

Aristophanes reacted extremely quickly, with his one-handed sword upright, his right hand was directly on the side, blocking Salwai's stabbing attack.

But the elf on the opposite side didn't stop there. He suddenly raised his empty left hand, and a series of fireballs hit Aristophanes' face directly.

But this is not the point, Salvai used the fireball to block Aristophanes' vision, and changed his angle, the long sword in his right hand cut straight at Aristophanes' right hand.

The elf mage glimpsed Salwai's movement from the corner of his eye, but he blocked Salwai's attack again and counterattacked.

"What is this?" Salwai stepped back and looked at the round purple magic circle that appeared on Aristophanes' right arm. It was this thing that blocked his slash just now.

"Come on, Salwai, let me see how strong you guys are who hide the magic swordsman's inheritance and refuse to release it, don't even compare with Surama!" Aristophanes said with a sneer, he At this time, he had already recalled who Salwai was, and it was because of this that a trace of anger came from nowhere in his heart.