Chapter 797 Use Whatever Tricks You Have
It's not like Antonidas didn't try to bypass Crassus and directly bombard the Alliance warships.
Krasus is not a fool at all. If you want to fight, hit him. If I find a flaw, I will give you a hard blow.
When the Arch Lich fired a powerful spell, the red dragon came up and took a bite, almost biting off the Arch Lich's rotten left thigh.
Although the advantage was obvious, the Archlich couldn't make any progress.
This is the dragon at the top of Azeroth's biological chain - extremely difficult to deal with!
This stalemate made Arthas a little crazy, and he had to use magic to send a message to the Sun King: "Anastrian, what are you doing? Isn't it just a Huiyue-level Duke? Hurry up and deal with it. He's coming."
Dealing with Duke?
How to collect it?
Listening to the death order from the soul level and watching Duke's magic power increase steadily, the Sun King was confused.
I was humiliated twice in one day.
If the defeat to Antonidas half a day ago was due to his old age, he obviously guarded an almost inexhaustible Sunwell mana leyline, but he was defeated because of his inefficiency in drawing mana.
So the disadvantage at this moment can really be said to be his own fault.
After transforming into a great lich, the bottleneck in converting his magic power disappeared, and his efficiency increased countless times.
It's a pity that if the power of darkness is negative energy, the sun-like magic power of the sunwell is a typical positive energy.
Who would have thought that as the master of the Sunwell, a landowner who had been a dignified man for thousands of years, he would be unable to perfectly control the Sunwell due to the transformation of his body attributes, and that the conspirator Duke would steal control of the Sunwell and turn against the guest?
If Duke comes earlier, then with the advantage of the Sunwell, Anastrian might be able to defeat Alsace and Antonidas.
If Duke comes later, Arthas will use [Frostmourne] to successfully corrupt the Sunwell, convert the power of the Sunwell into evil magic that Anastrian can call at will, and defeat Duke to the fullest. Looking for teeth.
But Duke's attack was on this joint, which stuck him when he was at his weakest, leaving him unable to do anything.
What's even worse is that he can't resist the order from Alsace at all. The soul punishment from a higher level is not something he can bear as a servant.
He almost fell to his knees on the spot.
He struggled, as if to make his posture less ugly, which violently increased his pain. Anastrian let out a scream from the deepest part of his soul, and let out a strong scream through his drying vocal cords. An angry roar, this sound radiated not only his pain, but also the aftermath of the smelly dark power.
The black breath was visible to the naked eye, like water ripples, dispersing from his mouth in waves.
The Sun King raised his staff in one hand and made a summoning movement with the other hand, pulling the entire palace out of the embrace of death and tranquility.
The palace suddenly burst out with a neutral arcane light.
The several fallen members behind him also immediately understood and activated [Flash] to leave the palace gate and locate themselves in the towers in various corners of the palace.
The Sun King relies on more than just a Sunwell mana leyline.
On the surface, the entire Sun-Chasing Royal Court is a royal palace, but in fact it is a mage tower that only belongs to him.
Unable to resist Alsace's order, he could only gamble that Duke did not fully control the mana leyline extending from the Sunwell.
As long as the power Duke exerted was even slightly weak or flawless, he would be 100% sure to kill Duke, this hateful troublemaker, to ashes.
With Duke's flick, a few more magic shields appeared on the ranger generals headed by Sylvanas, including Lilas, and slowly floated back.
This is Duke protecting them.
Pursing her lips, with embarrassment still evident on her face, Sylvanas finally said: "Be careful!"
Thousands of words are all contained in the word caution.
Duke turned around and smiled: "I will."
It was just the simplest response and a gentle smile, but Sylvanas felt like her heart was touched by something.
asshole!
That's the Sun King!
A veteran powerhouse who has been king of the entire continent for thousands of years, second only to the World Guardian in strength!
Are you so sure?
Are you so confident in controlling the violent Sunwell mana leyline?
Damn you, are you afraid of showing off your tongue when you talk nonsense?
In Sylvanas's heart, the sadness and anger she felt a moment ago all turned into worry at this moment. She didn't even notice that her eyes could no longer leave Duke's back.
Seeing the magic cloak with a lion's head on a blue background and gold trim fluttering in the wind behind Duke, Sylvanas's eyes became blurred before she knew it...
Duke, he has no time to care about others.
Facing a real Archmage of the Sun, this is definitely Duke's biggest challenge since time travel.
Even if he steals the magic leyline of Sunwell, even if he has systematic assistance, he does not dare to take it lightly.
Every veteran powerhouse has countless trump cards, and he will fall to his knees if he is not careful.
Resurrection is not a panacea, especially when Duke is facing a strong man from the sun who has turned from a mage to an evil warlock. Warlocks at master level or above are masters of playing with souls. Thinking of this, Duke couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.
Now Duke had to truly understand how terrifying the master who mastered the two major professional magics of wizard and warlock was.
Duke stretched his hands straight in front of his chest, holding them with his palms facing down. Not only was he controlling, he was also feeling the pulse of magic coming from the sunwell with his heart.
The sun - shines on all things, bringing warmth and light to all living things on Azeroth.
The calmness and warmth that the Sunwell has always shown to outsiders are the result of being solidified and stabilized by complex and powerful magic circles. The true Sunwell has never been a docile master.
The Sunwell is not so much a well as it is a huge and unstable nuclear reactor.
As surging as the sun.
Irregular energy impacts occur every moment.
Some of them are like the crashing waves on the shore, and the impact and shock can only be imagined.
There was a small amount of shock wave, but it was as shocking as the earth was shattering.
Without a power that is far beyond the ordinary world, let alone control, just touching this power may be backfired, and even swallowed up to the point where no dregs are left.
However, in Duke's hands, the power of the Sunwell was suddenly divided into twelve categories based on its properties.
Just when the Sun Palace was shining brightly, Duke was slowly lifted into the air by golden, material-like magic power.
At Duke's feet, stretching like a staircase to the front of the royal court, there are twelve extremely huge magic steps.
Duke, who was glowing with golden light all over his body, like a god descending into the world, slowly spoke.
"Anastrian, don't say I won't give you a chance. Use whatever tricks you have."