Chapter 1705 Fierce Fighting Everywhere

a.

A multipurpose person.

One mind, one thousand uses.

This is the same concept, but it is not a comparison of the same weight.

Jaina is multi-tasking at best, and her ability to cope with more than ten people at the same time is already her limit.

Twenty-six years after Khadgar's death, he was shocked by Duke's "Hundred Hands" skill. He read multiple books in the Karazhan Library at the same time to practice his multi-casting ability. After so many years of training, Khadgar transformed himself into a super spiritual creature that could do hundreds of conflicting things at the same time without causing any confusion.

Khadgar was obviously exaggerating.

What is hateful is that, through the powerful spiritual amplification of this ice skeleton created by Kil'jaeden himself, Anastrian can at least control more than a thousand spiritual energy beams at the same time to attack the magic network.

"No! I can't stand it anymore!" In the magic net, Jaina and Khadgar screamed in despair at the same time.

Khadgar recruited helpers: the dark witch Falina and the great astromancer Solanlian.

not enough!

A drop in the bucket!

Jaina gritted her teeth and said, "Open mid- to low-level permissions to all Morning Star or above mages in the alliance and ask for their help."

"this……"

"Don't hesitate! No matter how bad it is, it's better than being taken away by Anastrian! In the worst case, I'll go back and apologize to Duke!" Jaina made the final decision.

The next second, Jaina's voice sounded throughout the Magic Network: "I am Jaina Proudmoore, Queen of Kul Tiras! Now the Magic Network is invaded by the former Sun King Anastrian Sunstrider. , please help all magic net users to help repel his attack..."

Here, Jaina tried her best to resist the Sun King's spiritual attack.

Over there, Kael'thas summoned his phoenix, and he risked collapse and self-destruction to reunite with his phoenix to gain demigod-level combat power.

Because the ice coffin of his dead father began to grow bigger and bigger, and he had to use high-purity fire element magic to resist the expansion of the ice.

Thorim next to him had already retreated. Under this level of mental attack, he couldn't make a move at all.

"That damn lich!" Thorim cursed viciously.

Because the flaw in his soul has been found, the illusion of his deceased wife is constantly attacking his spiritual sea.

I don't know if Anastrian was forced to switch from playing with fire to playing with ice, which led to some unknown flaws. He also attacked Kael'thas, but his mental attacks were more affected by Kael'thas. Dissolved by this blazing spiritual fire.

The situation suddenly entered a stalemate.

Several of the guardians of Ulduar are mentally defective, and Thorim can't stand it, let alone the other three. It would be really funny if Freya came up and was forcibly controlled and turned against her every minute.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Sun King alone held back six demigods and two Xiri-level powerhouses.

"Perhaps, we have all underestimated the Lich King..." Jaina couldn't help but think of this former childhood sweetheart.

In Icecrown Citadel, the fierce battle continues.

"Be careful!" Varian yelled, and Valeera beside him jumped away.

Almost at the same time as the female elf dodged, a terrifying storm came.

Lord Malogar, an undead creature with blue soul material as its core and white bones as its support, brazenly launched a skill similar to whirlwind.

The white bone spikes fixed on the soul energy group instantly opened and rotated at high speed. Looks more like a scary blender.

Everything touched by the bones will be shattered into pieces.

What made Varian's scalp even more numb was that after Lord Malogar launched [Bone Storm], he was heading towards Broll* Bear, who had just been shot with a huge [Spur of the Scourge Lord]. Skin.

A huge bone spur penetrated the elf druid's waist sharply.

It is unknown whether Broll's internal organs were blown out.

No matter who it is, if a bone spur that is two meters long and as thick as a thigh pierces the abdomen, it will definitely be painful.

In this state of extreme pain, Brower had previously shouted to leave him alone.

Varian gritted his teeth, jumped up high, and finally used his precious jumping skill to hit the bone thorn on Broll's body.

In fact, he made the right decision without even realizing it.

Almost at the same time as he blasted the bone thorn, Broll rolled to avoid the bone storm of the undead leader.

Blood spattered all over the floor, and Varian could see that an organ similar to a pig's kidney almost fell out of the big hole in Broll's waist. Brower fished it back with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

"Don't look any further! He's not dead yet." Valeela grabbed Varian.

Although Broll's face was extremely pale, the spells on his lips and the spell-casting gestures on his hands were not messy at all. A ball of emerald green light rose from the palms of his hands, and he pressed it onto his abdomen.

The huge blood hole suddenly began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just three to five seconds, the bloody hole disappeared and was replaced by a brand new belly.

Brower smiled bitterly: "I just managed to get my internal organs back into place. It will take me at least three minutes to recover about 30% of my combat power."

Varian's hands trembled and he gritted his teeth: "This battle is left to the two of us."

Broll guarded their backs in countless life-and-death battles.

This time, it was their turn to protect this respectable brother.

Varian merged the two artifacts in his hands to form a huge divine sword.

His sharp gaze swept across Lord Malogar's body.

"Four skulls are not enough! You'd better have a thousand heads for me to chop off——"

The next second, his whole body turned into a violent wind, blowing towards this huge undead leader...

On the other side, in a hall full of skull-faced floor tiles, Magni and Shandris Feathermoon were fighting against the Death Raider lady of the Cult of the Curse.

The flames burst out from the Balrog's war hammer and engulfed a huge humanoid aberration that was three people tall.

However, more monsters continued to pour out of the side doors on both sides of the hall.

A dozen followers and fanatics of the cult pursued the seemingly weak General Hazuki.

She is obviously over 10,000 years old, but because she is Tyrande's adopted daughter, she is a generation younger than her. When Tyrande was discussing friendship with the leaders of the Alliance, Shandris... was quite miserable.

Her sullen voice was destined to be vented only during battle.

Even though he was being chased by more than a dozen powerful divine believers, the elf general guarding one side lightly stepped on the pillar next to the hall three times, and flew into the air.