Stormwind God

I do not know when to stand up, and Prince Kael'thas retreated awkwardly aside, his face full of shock.

The sun king Anastrian's face was indifferent, and the dark magic face kept agitating, and his face waved up and down.

"Impossible! Impossible! This can never be true!"

Anastrian was going crazy.

He didn't want to believe that Duke, an outsider and a mean thief, could use the power of the Sunwell better than his genuine owner.

Even him, he only dare to use the giant magic array to refine the magic of the Sunwell, using only the mildest part of it.

Why Duke can do this! ?

With a heart motion, the twelve magic towers at the forefront of the King's Court bloomed a bright arcane light at the same time. The next moment, accompanied by the strange noise of the powerful current overload, the twelve magical lights came together. For one, across a distance of nearly 100 meters, it exploded in front of Duke.

Duke exhaled, and his good-looking mouth popped two words: "Libra!"

That's the concept Libra that doesn't belong to the world of Azeroth!

In the original world of Duke, the legendary Greek goddess of war and wisdom, Athena, set up twelve harems for her twelve faces.

It should be said that this is purely Duke, which is deeply poisoned by an animation, according to the tricks set by the legendary Zodiac.

The use of all elemental magic in the sun or below is nothing more than three steps: the first is to attract the maximum magic power that can be controlled; the second is to plasticize and control the magic; the third is to make the magic safe and correct Way out.

In shaping magic, it is important not only to consider the master's control, but also whether the master's own imagination can cooperate.

Instead of using those magic models that are not familiar to you, but theoretically the most optimized, it is better to use some of them, but Duke's most skilled magic form?

Therefore, what the high elves saw from a distance was a glittering, embarrassed face, but the heroic warrior wearing a strangely shaped battle armor was carrying a huge golden shield and blocked him in front of Duke.

Is it Ying Ling?

Or some kind of intelligent elemental creature?

No one can figure it out, but it is obvious that the Sun King's blow with the entire Wangting Mage Tower was blocked lightly.

The scattered aftermath of the element easily smashes the solid white jade-colored staircase. This expensive special stone, which does not necessarily crack, is smashed dozens of times with a large hammer. Under the impact of such a violent element, it easily becomes broken The **** powder burst.

"No! What is this? Summoning? Or something else ..." Anas Ritten paused for a moment.

No, in fact he thinks too much, this is purely for Du's pretense.

"The fallen," Duke told the Sun King, "real power has never been obtained by twisted sacrifice. When you do this, you can only go further and further on the path of self-destruction."

"I don't need you to point me!" The Sun King uttered a louder roar, his hands clasped together, and the magnificent staff floating over a meter above his head began to rotate clockwise at high speed.

The mage towers standing around Wang Ting also began to stir up fierce elemental fluctuations.

Obviously this is another big move.

Duke did not allow the other party to enlarge the move.

Regardless of his mastery of this mana vein extending from the Sunwell, the so-called infinite magic is just a virtual image.

After all, he only had branches, not the sun well itself, let alone Arthas was rushing to the sun well in an attempt to revive Kel'Thuzad with the sun well.

Well, others use the sun well, magic or something. Arthas is more disgusting than the famous dog [God Tears].

Said the cudgel complimented him.

The Sunwell used by the two fools in history was directly polluted by strong evil forces, making the entire Quel'Thalas territory corrupt and plagued.

Where is this crowbar? This clearly blew up the septic tank with a bomb!

If you don't want Aurelia and Winreza to show a heartbreaking expression in the future, Duke's only option is to make a quick decision!

"Drink!" Duke snapped, and there was a large circle of golden ripples in the air. At the foot of Duke's twelve-tier golden ladder, he suddenly turned into twelve unreal golden giants with a height of five people.

Twelve giant gold kidney fighters, wielding completely different weapons, each bearing their own elemental energy of different attributes, rushed to the mage towers in every corner of the royal court.

The sun king was taken aback.

The reason mage towers are difficult is because often a mage tower can only have one main attribute. With more mage towers, you can support each other with different types of magic. No matter who the enemy is, you can always find the corresponding method.

Now with Duke's finger movement, the twelve golden giants rushing over scared the Pleasure Moon Lich of the Sun King.

Where is this Unreal Golden Man?

This is clearly twelve mage towers that can run, fly, and explode!

Of course, Duke couldn't have complete control of the powerful Sunwell. If Duke can absolutely control only a large basin of water, then the sun well is at least a standard 50 by 25 meter swimming pool.

However, even if Duke is holding a basin, as long as it is not a pool of water poured directly on Duke's forehead, Duke has the ability to use this basin to guide the amazing power of the sun well.

The simplest is naturally drainage.

There was a moment of golden light.

The power of the elements emerging from the magic tower was crushed by the greater solar well power.

There were twelve shocking blasts in any order.

The golden dome, the white jade-colored tower, and the mysterious magic power lingering on it were all destroyed at this instant. The golden twelve kidney fighters who hit the past, with their stronger destruction power, easily destroyed these towers that have stood in Silvermoon City for more than 5,000 years.

The mage tower exploded, and naturally the Liches were impossible.

Their shady souls, with inexplicable fear, circled over the rubble full of rubble, watching their broken bodies that could no longer be recovered, and they opened their eyes wide and turned towards Duke ...

The "no" cry from the soul level is hollow and grotesque. It is almost impossible to hear how noble and graceful the Lord was before these lives.

Unfortunately, they can only call for venting their anger and fear.

At this moment, it was the Duke possessed by the sun god, which was not the object to which the weak souls who had lost their trust could approach.

As long as they enter Duke's body a hundred meters, they will be burned by this terrible heat and even their souls will become soul dregs. (To be continued ...)