Stratholme God

  Chapter 174 Pumping the Sun Well! (Ask for a monthly pass)

  The reason why the high elves claim to be the best in the world has a lot to do with the fact that they dominate the sun well, the largest energy source on the planet.

  Sunwell is the purified and purified Azeroth planetary energy, which can maximize the elemental induction force of the contact, thereby improving the level of magic.

   Even if you can't become a Master, you can easily become a professional who is related to magic like [Spellbreaker].

The power of the Sun Well is too powerful, and the contempt chain of the high elves is also formed. The master who can absorb the power of the Sun Well for himself is the most advanced, followed by other spellcasters, and again the [Spellbreaker] who are related, and then come down It is a ranger who does not know magic, and in the end it is the existence of other races.

   At the same time, borrowing the Azerite branch flowing out of the Sunwell, the elves have arranged a powerful rune magic circle in the Eversong Forest, which can prohibit the entry of all non-high elves.

   It is this endless source of power that can support such a wide-area magic shield.

  However, those with long ears would never have imagined that these sand sculpture players who came through could actually refine Azerite by themselves.

  The players were busy for a while, and [Old Killer] was a little frustrated: "Hey, we can't imitate the perfect [Heart of Azeroth]!"

   "Bullshit!" There are two black lines on the forehead of [Burning Dawn of the Sky]: "That is an artifact. We can master the basic formula of purification, and it is great to filter 70% or 80% of impurities."

   "But, this thing will hurt the body!" As soon as [Old Killer] finished speaking, he was greeted with contempt by a group of sand sculpture players.

  【Situ Yanhun】: "Bah! It's all cloned, and I'm still afraid of wool! If it's not enough, let the local tyrants make more revivals."

"right!"

   This principle is like the young people today, knowing that staying up late is not good, but shouting "staying up all night hurts the body, it is recommended to stay all night", what is the reason?

   It's not that the upper limit of the blood bar is high, and it has the cost of death!

   This group of sand sculpture players is not the deity, and they have been locked in the upper limit of their strength. If there is no wave at this time, when will they wait?

   looked at each other, and they laughed badly in unison.

   "Pump it!"

   A huge conforming circle formed by the cooperation of a hundred mages was completed quickly. With the help of the system, these **** recklessly extracted the well water of the Sun Well from the branches.

   This kind of rude operation is like two countries exploiting the same oil field together, one is exploiting too hard, and the other immediately finds out that something is wrong.

  The Great Magister Belovar was the first to sense: "Not good! The water level of the Sunwell has dropped! That damned orc warlock originally ran to the tributary of the Sunwell and was wantonly extracting the power of the Sunwell!"

   "Om—"

   All the wizard masters of Silvermoon City felt their heart skip a beat.

   A circle of ripples rippled across the remaining mage towers in Silvermoon City, spreading in all directions.

   At this moment, all the mages in the entire Silvermoon City area felt at the same time that the intensity of the magic power from the Mage Tower plummeted by more than half.

On the city wall, hundreds of mages chanted magic incantations as always, but the high-level mages wearing gorgeous magic robes opened their eyes in horror and found that their extra mana recovery from this moment was almost zero. .

   Serious Master, who would prepare mana-returning equipment that draws elements from the atmosphere?

These days, even a Silvermoon City magic apprentice who can only use environmental protection equipment (referring to the excellent green equipment) will be taught by his mentor to pile up magic-strength equipment to death, relying on the ability of the Silvermoon City Mage Tower to lead Come to the magic power of Sun Well, give them infinite return magic.

   Now when the sand sculpture player engages, the Master of Silvermoon City suddenly stops cooking!

   There is no magic power recovery, just relying on his own magic power reserve, a qualified mage cannot smash 10 [Blizzard] in a row in one go!

  It is usually great to be able to use five or six in a row.

  The mages had to save their magic power to save their lives, which caused Silvermoon City to type the word [Danger] again!

   The worst part was that the city wall, which had not been overhauled for several days, was so immortal that it was smashed into a corner by the big iron lump of the orc trebuchet, revealing a huge gap that was 40 meters wide. Just a **** less than three meters above the ground can reach the gap.

   Chiefs rejoice!

   Even with the small size of the elf infantry, you also want to withstand the impact of the ogre troops?

   "Lok'Tar!" The battle cry of the orcs resounded through the sky.

   Great Magister Belovar almost had a heart attack.

   "Great Magister! Please make up your mind!" I don't know how many elves shouted the same words at Belovar.

  Belloval gritted his teeth, ignoring the dark wounds the dog gave him, and made a big move.

   "Call—"

When the cold storm started, the tremors of the earth elements swaying from his body had turned into a roaring roar, not only the gravel and gravel in the gap, but also the metal and other debris scattered around, all made a resonance sound, as if It was responding to the call of the Great Magister.

   "Rumble!"

  A huge stone wall twenty meters high and forty meters wide rose from the ground, firmly blocking the gap that had just appeared.

   This is not an ordinary mud wall, its hardness is comparable to that of a rammed earth city wall.

   At the same time, a flame poured down from the air, burning all the orcs who dared to approach this wall, buying time for the elven infantry to take their places.

   After doing all this, the Great Magister vomited blood on the spot and passed out.

   The Sun King, who was horrified, had to order the ranger troops to block it with all his strength.

The envoy of the    Council hurriedly found Alleria: "Your Majesty said, as long as you hold on to this battle, you will never stop you and your family from leaving. Please do your best for Silvermoon City."

   "Humph!" Sylvanas spat and continued firing without looking back.

  Alleria's eyes were complicated and she sighed: "The danger of Silvermoon City remains unsolved for one day, and we are the most loyal guards of Silvermoon City for one day."

   "Thank you so much!" The messenger bowed deeply. At this moment, in the eyes of him and other mages, there is no longer the arrogance of the past.

   Of course, the new version of the '12 Gold Medals' was sent to Mr. Mai very quickly.

"Lord Stratholme! Quick! Please speed up the march to save Silvermoon City! That evil orc warlock drew the power of the Sunwell, and now the battle power of most mages in Silvermoon City is halved. Silvermoon City is at stake! His Majesty the Sun King I said, as long as your Excellency speeds up the march, any conditions are easy to say." The messenger knelt on the ground without any dignity and spoke to McDonald.

   McDonald: "..."

  Nima, the sand sculpture player makes trouble and **** up the sun well. Once this thing goes through the gang, will it be counted on my head?

​​​Now again? Shouldn't the ear grow and the clan be exterminated at this point in time?

McDonald's was actually blaming himself, but the messenger misunderstood it, and reported a bunch of names in one breath as if reporting the name of a dish: "As long as your Excellency agrees! Your Majesty said, Marquis XXXX and Countess XXX can serve your Excellency... "

The expressions of Veresa and Liadrin next to    suddenly turned bad. They are all famous and ruthless characters among elves!

   (end of this chapter)