Chapter 519 Sorry, I Played Dead Again (Subscribe)

[Grand Marshal's Battle Staff] is not an ornament in a noble's home. It represents the highest magical achievement in Dalaran. Veresa clearly remembered that even if she shot an arrow, the magic power of the staff could bounce the arrow away.

However, now it is lying quietly on the ground, with the place where it was knocked into the air as the center, and there is a kind of deathly scorched black on the ground. The ordinary fire from time to time, that terrible flame that consumes everything, even the rock formation itself.

The magic power lingering around the burn marks is so strong that it cannot be fooled at all.

Veresa felt a sense of collapse.

She suddenly remembered every bit of being with Duke.

After his appearance as a quasi-brother-in-law, all kinds of miracles—turning waste into treasure and transforming the Altar of Storms, the legendary act of retreating thousands of troops, turning the tide to save the city of Lordaeron, and sneaking thousands of miles under the curse of death Save the Red Dragon Queen.

Of course, what touched Veresa the most was the time he saved her under the terrifying dragon's breath.

There is nothing more exciting than a man who can be relied on at the most critical moment.

Just when she thought she could understand this 'brother-in-law' well, he was captured by Deathwing again.

After finally reuniting, without even saying a word, who knew it would be...a farewell.

"I want you to be roasted in the flames of hell for ten thousand years!" With a roar, Veresa disappeared on the spot.

In the next second, in the huge dark cave, sharp arrows were shot continuously from all directions.

"Shhhhhh!"

There are continuous steel cone arrows.

There are silent elven wooden arrows.

There is also the power of wind that is sensitive and invisible.

However, everything was resolved one by one by the pair of huge flame wings behind Marianne. The pair of wings were more than two meters long, and it seemed to have life of its own, with a light flick, it would definitely turn at least three arrows into ashes.

"Heck! You're too weak! You're so weak! With your strength, I'm not good enough to move half a step. And you said kill me? Hahaha!" Left hand on the waist, holding a platinum disc, right hand With her elbow resting on the back of her left hand and her chin resting, Marian just looked at the darkness of nothingness with evil eyes, as if Veresa was right in front of her.

"Hmph!" Gritting her teeth, Veresa directly launched [Aimed Shooting].

[Aiming and shooting] is almost the most powerful move of the ranger. Corresponding to the power, this is a big move that needs to be charged.

Originally, in this kind of battle, exposing one's position is definitely not good for the ranger. The explosive power of a high-level mage is much stronger than that of a ranger.

What Veresa gambled on was Marian's arrogance. Although she didn't want to say it out loud, she had to admit that the difference in strength between the two sides was too huge.

If Aurelia was there, she might be able to overwhelm Marian, but Veresa, whose damage has never been polarized, really can't think of other tricks besides [Aim and Shoot], which can blast away the strange pair of flames. Protection of the wings.

Veresa knew that Marian was going to destroy her ult and deal her the deepest blow, but when she thought of Duke who had been reduced to ashes, she burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Duke! Help me kill her—"

"Hey!" Still without moving, Marianne stared at the sharp arrow that condensed all of Veresa's strength and shot at her with eyes overlooking the ants.

And then... there is no more.

The flames, as always, easily burned the entire arrow.

"Let's end it!" He raised his left hand lightly, forming an elegant arc between the index finger and the arm, and Marianne's slight finger was so enchanting. A huge fireball instantly formed at the fingertips.

In the next second, a huge fireball would shoot out, blowing Veresa into ashes.

At this moment, Marianne suddenly sensed that there was wind in the back of her head.

who? Alexstrasza?

Turning around suddenly, what she saw was a bewildered queen. Obviously, the direction the queen was looking at was...

behind me?

Instinctively, Marian activated the power of [Devil's Soul].

Too bad she made the same mistake as some stupid orc warlock.

The seemingly surging and gorgeous evil flames were easily punctured like soap bubbles.

A moving brick made of ice appeared from the illusion, was grabbed by a rounded arm, and shot down like thunder.

Marianne's own magic shield worked.

At the same moment when it took effect, a wave of arcane energy that was not powerful but pierced like needles easily pierced her shield.

at last……

"Crack!"

Bright red blood began to trickle from his forehead, quickly staining Marianne's enchanting face.

"Hey! No matter how strong the Faye is, he will fall down in one turn." A brick knocked Marian unconscious, and hummed words that outsiders could not understand. Who is that guy?

Of course it's our Duke.

Veresa could recognize that signature evil smirk, that face that was so unbearable for a successful plot, even if it turned to ashes.

"Duke?"

"Duke!?"

The former voice belonged to the Queen, and the latter was naturally Veresa's.

"Yeah." Duke responded to Veresa with a smile, while tidying up Marianne: "It's unlucky to kill a sister!"

Therefore, Duke installed the [Spellbreaker Shackles] obtained from Quel'Thalas on Mary. This thing mainly destroys the magic cycle of the human body's magic circuit. For ordinary people, this thing is no different from ordinary shackles. For a mage, this is enough to turn a high-level mage into a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken.

Originally, as a gentleman, I really feel sorry for myself for not needing to be bound by 'tortoise armor'. But with the presence of two important ladies, Duke solemnly handcuffed Marianne's knuckles and let it go.

"Duke?" Veresa dropped her bow and walked over in disbelief.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Duke!?" Veresa's tone strengthened a bit.

"..." Duke blinked: "Didn't your eldest sister tell me that I will [True Mirror Image]?"

Duke continued to talk nonsense, the mirror image is a ghost, he really couldn't stand being killed by Deathwing. Looking at the 90% soul power and 90% integrity in the system prompt, Duke was crying in his heart.

But Veresa was worried, so she could only continue to slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat.

"Duke? Is that really you?"

Looking at Veresa with blurred eyes and glistening tears, Duke knew that things were not that simple.

Duke sighed: "It's really me, if you don't believe me, come up and touch it."

"Duke—" From astonishment to surprise, to ecstatic shouts, when all the grievances and shocks in her heart were poured out, Veresa finally did something that not only Duke, but even herself did not think of. thing.

With a swoop, Veresa threw Duke directly to the ground, then closed her eyes, and kissed him heavily.

"Wooooow!"