Chapter 373 Wind! Wind! Gale!

Gavin Ladd has an extra hammer, the original physical hammer, and the [Storm Hammer] that is now condensed from the power of thunder in his left hand.

Walking out of the altar, Gavinrad released a terrifying power no less than [Thunder Strike] with almost every step he took. Centering on the soles of his feet, a large amount of lightning spread from the cracked ground. The tiny clods of soil defied gravity and floated towards the sky, but were crushed into powder by the lightning from Gavinrad in mid-air.

At this time, Gavin Ladd is definitely full of force, and this aura is not weak compared to the boss of the Burning Legion.

Even if someone really told Duke now: In fact, Gavin Ladd * Doom is the real big boss behind the scenes. If Duke didn't know it, he would definitely believe it.

It's a pity that Gavin Ladd's own words leaked the secret.

I don't know if it's because the iron law of being handsome but not more than three seconds has come into play.

Gavin Ladd actually asked like a brain twitch: "Uh, Boss Duke, will I electrocute my wife to death when I marry her..."

The Windrunner sisters were so overwhelmed that they almost fell from the tree.

Duke was annoyed, and rolled his eyes: "Stupid, you won't learn how to control your own power? Just in case, you marry a female paladin. Make sure you won't die from the shock!"

Duke did not say the second half of the sentence.

You are such an idiot that you can't control your power, so when you and your wife perform the life inheritance ceremony, let your wife bathe in the holy light.

Well, Sao Nian, full-screen coding in actual combat is a good thing.

Never mind Gavin Ladd, Duke left the guy to watch the scene.

"Time is limited, which windrunner wants to be the next to gain power? Gul'dan has already destroyed the energy field of the rune stone, and in half a day, the energy will dissipate if you don't use it. Moreover, this is the power passed down by the ancestors of the high elves for thousands of years !"

The four Windrunner sisters look at me and I look at you, no one can move away.

Duke's next words made it impossible for any of the sisters to calm down.

"This is the Altar of Storms! An altar for awakening power with the right attributes! There are only three directions that can be awakened—thunder, flame, and wind..."

The power of the wind!

This is a temptation that every windrunner cannot resist.

Once upon a time, the windrunners were proud of their unparalleled archery skills. In their hearts, there was nothing they could not kill with an arrow.

Unfortunately, more and more powerful monsters overturned their thinking.

A death knight who wouldn't necessarily 'die' even if he shot through the head.

An ogre with two heads and three hearts.

According to Duke, in the world of Draenor where the orcs were originally located, there is another powerful creature that rules the ogres, and their names are Gron. This terrifying creature usually has a height of more than ten meters, a huge size and unparalleled brute force. In the days to come, it is very likely to become a tool of war for the orcs.

They really couldn't imagine that kind of terrifying giant beast rampaging in the elf battle formation.

Self-improvement is already an urgent need.

Plus, that's the power of the wind.

Windrunner's natal power.

Can't refuse!

As the eldest sister, Aurelia was the first to stand up: "Duke, is this power safe?"

Duke sighed: "In the final analysis, these are the power left by your high elf ancestors. They have also been purified by the Holy Light..."

"Okay, I'll go first, I'm sure it's safe, and I'll let you come too."

Aurelia Qianli's slim figure stood in the center of the altar, and Duke quickly began to cast spells. After a short spell, instead of the terrifying aura of lightning and thunder when Gavinrad woke up, a gentle whirlwind rolled up around Alleria.

Gently, softly, like a mother caressing a child, whispering a gentle nursery rhyme in the child's ear.

This feeling of the breeze blowing on the face is very comfortable, so comfortable that everyone present has a trance feeling of wanting to fall asleep.

Everyone heard the sound of the wind.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." That's the pulse of the earth, that's the breath of the sky.

Gently opening her arms, Alleria bathed her entire body in the wind.

In the wind, there is the smell of green grass, the smell of soil, and the unique fragrance of the woods...

Listening to the sound of the wind and accepting the teachings of the wind, Alleria was in a trance, fascinated. The violent energy reaction on the altar gradually subsided. The three Windrunner sisters looked at the head of the eldest sister who was sitting limply on a duck, buttocks sitting in the middle of the altar, and the strings in their hearts were tense.

The most rebellious and excitable Cirvanas stared at Duke.

Duke made an OK gesture, but soon realized that they couldn't understand, and changed it into a thumbs up.

Even if they were relieved, the three Windrunner girls still stared nervously at their eldest sister.

Suddenly, Alleria stood up with her eyes tightly closed. She took out her longbow, bent the bow and drew the string, but did not nock her arrow.

Open-string shooting is a foundation of archery.

What is the eldest sister doing?

Alleria's next actions told everyone the answer.

She shoots an arrow.

When the bowstring was pulled by her into an almost full moon shape, a gust of wind blew up around the altar.

The storm was gathering, obeying Alleria* Windrunner's request, and voluntarily gathered into a wind arrow in less than half a second.

This is not a hallucination, the three sisters of the Windrunner have really seen the place where the arrow should have been placed, and there is a distortion of the scene. Under normal circumstances, this kind of scene often only occurs when the high temperature evaporates the water vapor on the ground and distorts the light.

Now, it appeared in the hands of Alleria.

As the two onion-like fingers loosened, the vibration of the bowstring suddenly sounded.

However, there was no sound of arrows being fired.

No one could see clearly the trajectory of the arrow, and everyone just instinctively stared at the direction the bow was aiming at.

one second!

two seconds!

Three seconds!

When the time entered the third second, there was a reaction 500 meters away in an instant.

A huge blood flower blooms on the treetop.

For human beings, that has already passed the limit of eyesight, and in the eyes of human beings, it is just a small point.

For the elf ranger with amazing eyesight, it was also a huge test. However, the three girls of Windrunner all saw it.

Unparalleled precision.

An amazing shot.

Five hundred meters away, an arrow pierced through the chest, and the entire troll started from the chest, and the entire body was blown into countless pieces.

That's a troll scout!

It is not easy to find this guy who is good at hiding and almost the same color as the forest from 500 meters away.

Not to mention this kind of blow that is almost beyond the line of sight?

Alleria finally opened her eyes, with a gentle smile on her dignified face: "My sisters, I strongly recommend that you also discover the limits of your own strength."