Menethil's Power

Chapter 586 Eddy Currents
The shameful Lunas played with the mana cluster in his hand, listening to the crisp sound of these shiny gadgets colliding with each other, a look of joy appeared on his thin face.

There is nothing more satisfying than having enough mana crystals to enjoy life. If he had realized this earlier, he would never have done anything against that old lady Elisande in Suramar, even if he had any dissatisfaction It's all in the stomach too.

Not far away, there were three nightfallen elves looking at them with complex eyes. Unlike Runas, they all wore heavy rune shackles, indicating their identities as prisoners.

As if they didn't exist, Runas leisurely used his personal pocket grinder to grind the mana clusters into shiny small particles, pressed one nostril and took a deep breath, and then let out a free moan.

This kind of behavior is naturally indecent for the noble night children, but it is the best way to suck mana crystals, which can satisfy the desire for magic power to the greatest extent.

After he had a good time, Lunas turned his head and smiled at his former "companion". Isaacs gave him the right to distribute the mana crystals that these guys depend on for survival. It has to be said that it is really a turn of events , Lunas swore that Elis and the others would be alive, and would not have any strength left other than lying still. This could not only meet Isaacs' request, but also conform to his own interests. After all, the mana crystal The total amount is fixed, the less it is distributed to the three unlucky ones, the more he can enjoy himself.

Lunas was also pleasantly surprised to discover that the Bluewing Habitat was the center of the Azsuna magic loop after all. Although Senegos's mana pool was far from comparable to that of the Nightwell, the blue dragons didn't need to draw the magic net. The energy of the net can be used to build the kind of high-magic environment that maintains the life of the elves, but the concentration of magic power here is still acceptable, which means that it will consume less mana crystals to maintain the life of Elis and the others.

According to his own experience, Runas squeezed them to the extreme.

"Aha, how about some of that too, guys? That's delicious." Runas smiled maliciously.

Elis could still maintain some dignity, but his two companions couldn't stand it any longer. Tedrison's lips trembled violently, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak, and the only female Ishkanes The eyes are mournful and pitiful.

"It seems that I can't help it, can't I?" Narus smiled badly, "But mana crystals are really precious, and there are only 150 units every seven days. Mana crystals of human beings, watching them go crazy indifferently, but I am different from you, I am very kind and ready to give you fifty units, but the question is, should it be distributed completely evenly, or should two people get two units each? Ten shares, the last person gets ten shares? Who should get ten shares?"

Both Ishkanes and Ted Lisson subconsciously looked at Elis, and the latter's face couldn't help but twitched.

Lunas happily drives them to have differences and alienation. In the face of urgent survival needs, no one will care about the past relationship. He will inevitably gradually reveal the essence of animal nature, and he knows this very well.This is his way of revenge. Although he is required to ensure their survival, he can give them the greatest torture. You must know that the grievance between Lunas and them was not just about fighting for mana crystals, but also a deeper hatred.

Suddenly his expression froze, revealing a look of astonishment. The three of Aeris who were struggling in their hearts also had the same expression. Extremely sensitive, they perceive a sign that is completely beyond their knowledge.

The next moment, a strong air current swept over the cave they were in with astonishing energy concentration.

The four nightfallen elves seemed to hear every cell in their bodies cheering, just like a stranded whale shark returning to the ocean, the hunger and thirst that penetrated the bone marrow quickly subsided.

The sudden energy storm raised the concentration of the surrounding mana to the point where it even surpassed the core area of ​​Suramar. How could the mana addiction continue?
Lunas subconsciously looked down at the mana powder in his hand, and suddenly felt that these things that had fascinated him before became dull.

Fortunately, when the human army arrived, they put special rune shackles on the three of Aieris. Even if the concentration of magic power suddenly became astonishingly high, they could not release any spells and cause any danger.

Lunas didn't care about them any more, and rushed outside in a hurry, he was eager to know what happened.

Then he saw the mana pool that had completely turned golden yellow, and a box of blue-gold crystals being poured into it. The strange color instantly made Lunas unable to move his eyes away.

Is that also a mana crystal?
Just after Lunas had this doubt, the box of crystals fell into the pool and melted almost instantly. Then a new round of energy and more violent energy tide spread, and Lunas had to half Squat down and cover your head with your hands, so as not to be blown to the ground.

Now he has no doubts, heck, he actually witnessed the birth of another Nightwell!No, not even the Nightwell is that powerful!

What have these humans mastered?Is it an artifact more powerful than the Eye of Aman'Thul?

Lunas was suddenly convinced that his early surrender was the wisest decision he had ever made in his life.

Facts have proved that it is a very stupid decision to block Suramar for ten thousand years. It will only make the Nightbornes stand still. Runas can't help but imagine that when the old woman of Elisande knows that a young race can easily create another Nightwell What expression will it be.

That must be fun.

"It's time to spread the energy of the core to the entire magic net circuit, Your Excellency!" Archmage Vargoth shouted.

Senegos recovered from the short-term shock. The rich experience and meticulous control unique to a long life allowed him to complete the work immediately. Azsuna's magic net circuit is like a dry riverbed suddenly flooded Generally, it almost collapses and floods, but fortunately, it gradually stabilizes and is finally brought under control.

It was done, a strange energy field spread from the blue wing habitat, and finally covered most of Azsuna.

Vargos let out a long sigh of relief, and then a surge of pride rose in his heart. The fourth "well" of Azeroth was born in his hands!While he's really just a technical operator at heart, it's still worth bragging to his colleagues if the Kirin Tor Council is still around...

The current Azsuna is like Quel'Thalas in the past. The power of the well covers a large area of ​​land, but it is different, although Vargos doesn't know the magic crystal called Azerite. Where did it come from, but he understood that the power contained in it was far more than simple arcane energy.

He casually condensed an arcane missile, which quickly expanded to the scale of Pyroblast within a few seconds. Obviously, in the field where the star well was formed, the difficulty of casting spells was greatly reduced, although Vargos only Can test arcane-related magic, but he boldly guessed that releasing the Holy Light spell should also get the same bonus.

Vargus lightly touched the super-giant missile he condensed, and a scorched wound immediately appeared on his hand deliberately, but the carbonized flesh and blood quickly swelled up, and then fell off, revealing the newborn Skin - The whole healing process takes less than half a minute.

Vargas estimated that this is almost the effect of the advanced recovery technique. Although it is not known whether the effect will be reduced in the remote areas of the field, it is amazing as long as half of the effect is retained. After all, every soldier can enjoy it.

Physique and strength have also been strengthened to a certain extent, but it seems a bit irrelevant. Vargas also noticed that substantial shields began to emerge on the surface of those war machines. Obviously, they can also continuously obtain energy supplements from the domain of the well. In the event of overflow, a stable shield begins to form on the outside.

Sure enough, as Vargos guessed, Azerite power can be said to be a mixture of light, arcane and life.With such a powerful field increase, even the Burning Legion is nothing, right?
But this star well still has another huge loophole. Unlike the well of eternity, the sun well is not built on the wound of Azeroth. It is essentially rootless water. It can be replenished with network energy, and the Star Well is built on its principle. It is impossible to make a big breakthrough in energy supply, and it is bound to not be able to maintain this kind of field for too long.

That is to say, after a period of time, a large amount of Azerite must be invested to maintain this kind of domain. The cost is astonishing. Vargas thought this way, and suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't need to worry about it at all. It was planned long ago.

He once thought that Dalaran was the most advanced magic hall in the world, gathering the most advanced knowledge and powerful artifacts, but now it seems that this kind of thinking is ridiculous.

The only one who remained calm in the face of such an astonishing vision was Valeera. As the person who knew the most details, she was not surprised by this situation. Even though there were only two boxes, the Azerite crystals in them were all The refined ones are equivalent to one-third of the total amount stored over the years. Such an investment regardless of the cost will naturally have the best effect.

"I feel... I'm young again!" Senegos' voice came, no longer weak but full of energy, the old dragon shook his head and tail, as if he couldn't believe the changes in his body at all.

At least for giant dragons, lifespan and strength are equal. Previously, the energy of Azsuna's magic net could only guarantee Senegos' life, but the high concentration of Azerite could prolong his life. The threat of the old blue dragon has been temporarily away.

"You recovered, grandfather?" Stellagosa exclaimed in surprise. Originally, she was most worried about her grandfather's safety, but now the fundamental problem that plagued the entire Bluewing Habitat was directly solved.

The unhappiness that humans wanted to "requisition" the Blue Wing's habitat before had disappeared without a trace, "Thank you very much!" the blue dragon girl said to Valeera, her voice choked with sobs.

"Why do you want to thank me?" Valeera seemed a little impatient, "I was just following orders, and all of this was arranged by that fellow Isaacs. If you want to thank you, you should also thank him."

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Obiro Thunderfury never realized that one of the Dekjar Sky Warriors was about to have the worst day of his life.

Dekgar was the first Vrykul tribe to recognize the god-king Skovald, and because of their irreplaceable contractual relationship with the Torinir storm dragon, they were preserved intact, and Skovald ordered them to be responsible Guard the mountains to the south.

A giant steel floating battleship that suddenly appeared and then disappeared was naturally impossible to be ignored. Obiro and his subordinates were the closest. Although they had other missions, they decided to investigate first.

But what happened next was almost a nightmare.

The team he leads is the standard configuration of Dekgar's army. A team of warriors is accompanied by a few storm dragon knights. Obiro himself has a nearly adult strong dragon. The Valkyries with Skold Ethil were basically walking sideways in the Storm Fjord, but they encountered a group of existences that were completely beyond their expectations.

The opponent is also a Vrykul, but has steel skin. Obiro couldn't help recalling that the ancestors of the Vrykul seemed to be like this. When he came back to his senses, he found that most of his subordinates had been dealt with in a single encounter.

Flesh and flesh are generally unable to defeat steel, Obiro blew his whistle frantically in shock, trying to get his mount hovering in the sky to land for support, but those steel vrykul stretched out their hands and shot a few thin The thin thunder light formed a grid, and his mount and several other young dragon knights all died, falling to the ground one by one.

Now Obiro could observe the Iron Vrykul closely, but as a prisoner.There is no doubt that they are still living beings, and should have been normal vrykul...

Obiro's face changed drastically, isn't this the Thundercast Warrior?Only the best warriors will be introduced into the Hall of Valor after death, and will be given a new body made of steel and storm. This is the Thundercast Warrior, which can basically be regarded as the legend of the Vrykul, and now he has seen it all at once. hundreds of?
Who will lead them?
Completely frightened, Obiro's IQ plummeted, and he knew everything about these "envoys", so soon Angela made a detailed interrogation report.

"It is said that Skovald has been mysterious recently and seems to have mastered a new power? It seems that he has already had contact with the Legion." Isaacs shook his head lightly, feeling that the plan to subdue the leader of the Stormheim Vrykul should be It cannot be realized.

But he soon heard information that interested him from Angela, "The purpose of these Dekegal going out is to hunt down the children of the God King?"

Isaacs narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that he had caught something.

(End of this chapter)