Chapter 1039 Captive Soul

Each magic circle is born out of thin air, pours out magic power, hits the enemy, and then annihilates. This is more brilliant than fireworks and more solid than death.

Compared to the demon army that only brings killing and destruction, Ronin's attacks have more of an art of war flavor.

At some point, the mages of the Ravencrest Mage Group were stunned and stopped. Because even if they also recovered their maximum magic power, the total damage caused by the four-digit mages in their entire group was less than one-tenth of Luo Ning's.

It was as if the endless arcane missiles were blasting through the sky. The whistling sound formed a continuous super long sound.

The light that blooms when the arcane element hits the demon outlines an extremely huge magic picture.

Use magic as paint and death as embellishment.

The huge forward force of the Burning Legion completely became a background in front of Luo Ning, the newly advanced Archmage of the Sun.

Continuous explosions blew away thousands of large and small demon limbs. Ronin used his arcane missile storm to plow the entire battlefield from left to right, front to back, over and over again!

Each arcane missile has the power of a 7-pound cannon!

Like the sky! Like the ground is overturned!

Every night elf was stunned to witness this miracle.

It doesn’t mean that every Archmage Xiri in infinite magic mode is so terrifying!

It is precisely because Ronin comes from Dalaran, the holy land of human magic that is relatively poor in magic power 10,000 years in the future, that he has developed such a precise habit of calculating the magic power required for each arcane missile.

Also because he studied under Duke, who inherited the name of the Hundred-Handed God of Death, he was able to master the super multi-casting technique that he had not mastered in history.

It is even more because he has been practicing his skills day after day and year after year, as well as this gorgeous equipment that has transcended countless eras, and because the elves gave him the magic interface password of the Well of Eternity, he has this. A crazy attack, and this destructive power that can never be replicated!

Almost single-handedly, he wiped out an entire reorganized vanguard of the Burning Legion.

Luo Ning, a little mage with a humble background, finally reached a new peak in his life on the most magnificent stage ten thousand years ago!

The brilliance of Illidan's achievement of killing the opponent's leader, compared with Luo Ning's great achievement of destroying an entire army by one man, was like the light of a firefly fighting against the light of the sun!

Originally, Illidan would be jealous, but as news came, all the victories and a little jealousy became boring - his eldest brother Malfurion Stormrage lost contact with his soul and fell into a state of soullessness.

"Brother--" Illidan rode the hippogryph and rushed back to the Black Crow Fortress as fast as he could. When he rushed into the room where his elder brother's body was placed, what he saw was a tearful Tyrande and a group of druids who remained deathly silent.

"What happened to my brother? Who can tell me, what happened to him!? Was he killed? Or can he never wake up again?" Illidan went crazy, shaking every elf he met, eager Get an accurate answer from any mouth.

Tyrande's beautiful face was covered with tears, her mouth was squirming, and she finally spoke: "I don't know... The druids can only confirm that Malfurion's soul is not in the Emerald Dream."

"What else? Just this bit of news!? Do you want to tell me that this great brother of mine became a hero and saved the night elf army, but his soul was shattered and he died in a place where I can't see!? "Illidan's resolute face kept twitching, and a pair of amber eyes that made his compatriots curious were shining with extremely tangled light.

right! Illidan at this point in time has not yet lost his eyes.

He is also the moon guardian who is envied by his compatriots and a strong man among the elves. When the leader of the Moon Guard, Latusius, was killed in battle, it was almost certain that Illidan, who in turn killed the Doom Lord named Azzinoth, would become the new leader of the Moon Guard.

In the eyes of many compatriots who also raised the flag of rebellion, Illidan was already a hero.

The problem is that at this moment, Malfurion, who has always been unpopular with his compatriots, suddenly 'sacrificed' himself by taking the risk of infiltrating Azshara with his soul and opening a way for his compatriots. Malfurion suddenly had all the elements of a tragic hero.

Perhaps, the one who survives is the final winner.

But in the process of competing with his brother for Tyrande, Illidan, who was extremely proud of winning in this way, knew clearly - he didn't want this result!

because……

Win! Of! No! Wu!

"No! We don't know!" Tyrande cried, almost sobbing.

She was also confused. As a childhood sweetheart and a strong person who grew up together, she never thought about the death of Malfurion or Illidan. Tyrande, who was kind-hearted by nature, was not even willing to harm either of the two brothers. How could he imagine such a terrible thing?

Farewell, when this seemingly distant word came just a moment away, Tyrande seemed at a loss.

"No - Lord Malfurion should not be dead, his soul should be captured!" Following the words, the elves turned around and saw standing at the door the human mage hero who had just made a splash on the battlefield. .

If the human who called himself Roddick was a night elf, he would be revered as a saint just based on his battle.

But now, everyone is a little confused when they see him!

What the 300,000-strong army failed to do, Roddick did alone.

While everyone was stunned, only Illidan remained awake: "Human, what do you think happened to Malfurion!?"

"Are you saying that Lord Malfurion used the Emerald Dream as a cover to destroy Azshara's talisman shield that blocked the magic branch? Then he obviously succeeded. But he should have been captured immediately!"

"No -" Tyrande screamed, covering her face with her hands, clear tears still flowing from her closed fingers.

She couldn't imagine what a terrible end Malfurion would end up with after his soul was captured by a demon.

Ronin walked over and carefully inspected Malfurion's body, which was still breathing evenly, as if he was just sleeping.

"There was no torture! His soul was not polluted with the power of darkness... We should be lucky for the time being. Lord Malfurion was probably simply captured, or his soul was trapped."

Whether the soul is captured or trapped, this is not a good thing for Tyrande and Illidan. Almost as soon as they came to this conclusion, they had begun to prepare desperately to lose Malfurion forever.