Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1487 120. Run, little girl, run!

   "Your Majesty! The messenger of the sacrifice of the moon is here."

On the city wall of the inner defense line of the Sunwell, the Sun King, who is supervising the battle, received a report from the Farstrider Ranger Sentinel. Anastarian, who just had a fight with the arrogant Elisande, will be very tired, but listen When the messenger from Tyrande arrived, he still cheered up and invited the messenger to come.

The messenger who came    was none other than Shandris Feathermoon, the general of the Silver Wing Sentinel. She came across the battlefield without any entourage.

   is worthy of being the commander of the Sentinel Force and a famous ranger in the Kaldorei.

   From the bloodstains left on the sword on her waist, you can tell that this General Feather Moon must have cut down a few guys who didn't have long eyes on the way.

   "How are you thinking about the festival of the moon?"

  After Shandris came over, the Sun King was not polite and asked directly:

   "Elysandr's ambitions have been revealed. She and her pirate allies have swooped down on our lines and crushed our walls. They have entered the heart of Quel'dorei.

   Obviously, the Great Magister did not intend to think about the blood between the elves.

   But I believe that His Majesty Tyrande's thirst for peace, the only way to win peace now is to kill Elisande, who has gone mad to the bone!

  I think this is the truth, the Crown Prince Tyrande, who has experienced the ancient battle, will not understand.

  Me and my country and people are waiting for His Majesty's response. "

   "That's what I came for, Sun King."

   Shandris nodded solemnly, she said seriously:

   "The Kaldorei Sentinels and druids we have brought are not enough to intervene in your war with the Shal'dorei, but we can help evacuate the wounded and noncombatants in the Sunwell.

   As for Elisande, my Mindo has already made a decision.

  My Mindo and Malfurion Archdruid will come to your aid the next time she appears on the battlefield.”

"it is good!"

   Hearing General Feather Yue's official response without any hesitation, a ray of light burst out from the Sun King's tired eyes, his fatigue seemed to be swept away, and a very satisfied smile appeared on his face bruised by magic.

   He put his hand on the hilt of Flame Strike at his waist, and responded to Shandris Feathermoon very seriously:

   "I was deeply moved by the desire for peace among my fellow kaldorei, perhaps our hostility towards the kaldorei was wrong.

   But all misunderstandings can be resolved under the common blood connection. After this battle, Quel'Thalas and the Kaldorei will definitely become each other's most loyal allies.

   The ancient grievances of our ancestors may have come to an end. "

   "Don't worry, His Majesty the Sun King."

   General Feather Moon shook her head, she added:

   "Mindo's willingness to fight has one more condition. Don't worry, we won't ask Quel'Thalas for anything, and we won't force you to give up the use of magic.

   But after Elisande fails, she must be handed over to the Kaldorei!

   Please understand, the Sun King, there are also our ancient blood compatriots in the city of Suramar, not every child of the night is hopeless.

  If we kill Elisande here, then Shaldorei and Quel'dorei and Kaldorei will become eternal enemies, which is not our original intention, nor the ending we want to see. "

   "You want that mad woman who spoke viciously to live?"

  Kaldorei's request made the Sun King frown, saying:

   "I don't really see how a lunatic like Elisande can help our cause in a positive way, but if it's your request, then I can agree.

   But you also have to promise that the lunatic who started the war recklessly will get the punishment he deserves! "

   "Relax, Sun King."

   Shandris nodded and replied:

   "The bottom cell of the Warden's Cage has been empty for more than two years, and there had been a dark walker more dangerous than Elisande for ten thousand years.

   There is the final destination of the Great Magister. "

   "Internment until natural death?"

   Anastari stroked his slightly disheveled beard.

   He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the Sun King took another look at the fierce battle below. Those withered and half-finished demon hunters who were completely released by Elisande were frantically attacking Quel'dorei's defenses like irrational beasts. In key areas they even start climbing walls with the help of Nightborne spellcasters.

  Although the Quel'dorei elves are in high spirits for defending their homeland and country, Elisande can use these hopeless cannon fodder without mercy, but the Sun King can't sit back and watch his precious people die here.

  Every Quel'dorei's life is precious, every elf is the precious treasure of this land, the people's life is the currency in the hands of the king, and the Sun King is obviously a "miser".

   "When do we start ambushing Elisande?"

   Anastarian made up his mind. He asked Shandris regardless of his tired body. General Feathermoon glanced at the forest around this gorgeous city, and she whispered:

   "Any time, Sun King, my Mindo has entered the battlefield, and she will help you with the power of the moon god."

   "Very good, then now!"

  The Sun King lifted his robe, and the flame attack on his waist suddenly unsheathed.

   The tumbling flames of the phoenix were shaped by magic as if bursting from the body of the Sun King. With the graceful movement of the old king to squeeze out a seal, a large swath of flames was swept by him to the children of the night below the city wall.

It's like the rain of fire washes away the filth on the ground. Within 20 seconds of the "shameless sneak attack" of the Sun King, hundreds of withered people were ignited and ran around screaming, destroying the front of the Night Son. messed up a lot.

   "Your Majesty, it's better to separate Elisande from her caster."

   Shandris suggested in a low voice:

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Arcanists of the Nightborn are stronger than your spellcasters in terms of magical attainments. Once Elisande is brought into battle with his servants, it will become more difficult for the great mages to assist them. deal with."

"I know."

  The Sun King nodded. He boarded his gorgeous magic carpet and quickly entered the sky above the battlefield. The Sun King, who was eager to turn the tide of the battle, also began to attack the front of the Night Sons everywhere without saying anything about martial arts.

  The effect of a spell caster like him is absolutely outstanding, and within a few minutes, the attack of the Nightborn Striker was cut off with flaming skyfire and meteorites.

   And letting such a powerful "Lone Wolf Mage" wander around on the battlefield is an unacceptable result for any commander, and soon the Sun King's provocation was responded to.

   A sudden burst of space rift almost involved the Sun King, but Anastarian, who had fought with Elisande several times, had already figured out the power and attack method of Sargeras Scepter.

   This staff is not perfect.

  Because it pulls the space all the time, any magic attack thrown through this staff will cause irregular vibrations in the space before it actually explodes.

   is like a "pre-casting" that cannot be cancelled.

  Although the destructive power of the Scepter of Sargeras for magic is very amazing, such an obvious forward swing is enough for a caster of the level of the Sun King to easily feel it.

   Therefore, before the real effect of space tearing, Anastarian used an exquisite teleportation technique to replace himself with the magic carpet in front of the inner city wall.

   But the Great Magister also seems to be tired of this cat-and-mouse game.

   She rode her own screaming arcane magic saber into the sky, raised her staff high and threw short and precise arcane barrage volleys at the Sun King.

   These magics with space impact shattered the city wall below the Sun King in three or two strokes. Of course, the magic of the Sun Well was poured into the city wall, making it enough to withstand dozens of times the magic impact of ordinary city walls.

   "Elysander, one last warning!"

  The Sun King did not need to disguise at all, so he reprimanded above the sky with his true anger:

   "Retreat immediately, or I will mobilize the energy of this magic well and completely bury you and your people in our holy land."

   "You wouldn't have shouted so loudly if you could, incompetent Sun King. The louder you shouted, the more obvious your cowardice.

  You can't do what you claim to do, poor bastard! "

   Elisande was not afraid at all.

   She said with a sneer:

   "The rumored Anastarian is not an indecisive idiot. Even if you can really use the power of the magic well, I think there will be a price to use the power of destruction.

   Don't use this ridiculous rhetoric to scare me, my white-skinned compatriots, we nightchildren also have our own magic well, your rhetoric can't scare anyone.

   Haven't you felt it yet?

   The Reno Bandir barrier that you are proud of has been cracked by the arcanists under my command, and I know you are waiting for the reinforcements of those wild monkeys and humans.

   But you can't wait!

  When my spellcasters reverse your protective barrier, those foolish humans who rush into the battlefield will be slaughtered by me like lambs to be slaughtered.

   Maybe I should keep some humans, after all, the future kingdom of Suramar also needs some servants to serve the noble elves.

   But don't worry, Anastarian, even if you are so stupid against me, I will still be kind to your people, who can continue to enjoy elves in my kingdom.

   Just as I accepted Syndra.

  My country will also open its arms and generously accept the sad refugee named 'Quel'dorei'. "

   "You can't even think about it!"

  The Sun King was really provoked by Elisande's fangs and fangs. He waved a flaming blow to create a golden phoenix flying in the sky to wrap the Great Magister and use a powerful attack to kill her.

   But Elisande is not afraid at all. With Sargeras' scepter in her hand, she can easily get rid of any locked attack.

  When the fire of the phoenix burst into the sky and rained thousands of fires, the great magus who rushed out of the space rift on the other side threw an arcane explosion at the Sun King in a scream.

   At the same time, he also cunningly reversed the power of time, so that the Sun King who had just flashed out was forcibly pulled back to the position of a second before. This scene was like Anastarian received Elisande's magic with his face.

   In the violent shattering sound, the Sun King's magical shield was shattered, and he himself fell from the magic carpet to a marginal court of the Sunwell screaming.

   This scene made Quel'dorei on the city wall roar in horror, and also made the great magus who succeeded in the sneak attack laugh proudly.

   Omnipotent time is on her side!

   She couldn't miss the chance to kill the Sun King, and used the space tear of Sargeras' scepter to precisely send herself into the place where the old king fell.

However, just as Elisande's delicate and bare feet touched the ground, a sniper arrow shining with the punishment of the Moon God silently erupted behind her, and the vines with natural divine power under her feet instantly locked the big Magister all displacements.

  The distance is too short and the speed is too fast.

   The moment the arrows and vines appeared, it was already a sure-fire situation.

  It stands to reason that when others encounter this scene, they can only post it, and by the way, use the second before being pierced in the head to reminisce about his life.

   But Elisande is no ordinary person.

   Her head was pierced by the flying moonlight arrow in the next instant, bursting open like a watermelon and splashing blood, but at the moment when the life of the Great Magister died, the flow of time that belonged to her immediately began to reverse.

   Elisande who was killed by the sharp arrow quickly weathered into a phantom like a faded old photo. The time was reversed before the Great Magister was assassinated. This time, the Great Magister slightly changed the angle of his landing.

   There was a loud bang, and all the trees within 30 yards of the tree where Tyrande, the Great Priest of the Moon who was hiding in the forest to do the "assassination", seemed to have been chopped down by invisible sickles.

  The space-cut from the Scepter of Sargeras created a dead zone in less than a split second.

   However, Tyrande is not so easy to deal with, and this time the lunar hunter came with her "Druid pet", which made her almost double the difficulty.

   Elisande's "Time Sneak" failed, and she herself was entangled by Malfurion Stormrage, who turned into a natural bear.

  The Great Druid is proficient in natural summoning. At the moment of the battle, more than a dozen ancient trees were activated into temporary ancient war trees, growing out limbs and roaring to help the Great Druid fight against the enemy.

   And the Sun King, who pretended to be injured and tricked the Great Magister just now, also jumped out again, appearing on the edge of the battlefield and cooperating with Tyrande's arrows to output frantically.

   The one-on-three battle made Elisande instantly at a disadvantage.

  The Great Magister knew that this was a well-prepared trap, but she could no longer scold these **** who didn't talk about martial arts.

   She was "killed" just now for arrogance and carelessness.

Time really favors her. Except for the bronze dragon, Elisande is probably the most favored and favored life in the world, but in this place far away from the Nightwell and the Eye of Aman'Thul, time can save her. The number of times is limited.

   Now is not the time to talk slander, now is the time to move forward with strategy.

  The Great Magister sneered and summoned several time bombs from the time stream and released them. Relying on the time shock caused by the explosion of the time bomb, he forcibly imprisoned three opponents of the same level as her in time.

   This kind of confinement takes effect for a very short period of time, and it is completely useless for attacks.

   But it works wonders for defense and retreat.

   Of course, a "hero of women's middle school" like Elisande would not leave the stage silently. When she was about to apply oil on the soles of her feet, she still stubbornly shouted to the three **** in front of her:

   "The same trick won't work for a time magician a second time, your strategy is very good, but unfortunately, I won't be fooled again!

   Sunwell is mine!

just wait.

   Kaldorei and Quel'dorei, I have endless time to settle accounts with you. "

   After finishing speaking, the Great Magister waved Sargeras' scepter and dived into the black space rift with a whistle. She planned to return to the Nightborn's barracks from this ambush point, so that she could cultivate herself and plan the next war.

   Quel'dorei has found an ally, so the Nightborne should probably consider repairing relations with Black Shaw next.

   However, the Great Magister must have never heard of the legends of those demon gods that call out their names in a terrifying way, otherwise she would not have silently recited the unfortunate name of Black Shaw in her heart at this terrible time.

"boom"

With    a loud noise, the great magus, who was thinking about the problem, saw that the space rift supported by Sargeras' scepter actually began to collapse rapidly.

   This scene scared her to death, and hurriedly jumped out of the space rift.

  Because she is familiar with the scepter of Sargeras, she understands how dangerous it is to collapse in space, but this sudden situation must be an external force interfering with the operation of the scepter in her hand.

   Who is it!

   Heck!

   The Great Magister who rushed out of the space rift with the fire of anger fiercely wanted to find the **** who interfered with her spellcasting, and then teach him or her a good lesson.

   However, her trivial wish was fulfilled the next moment.

   She saw Blake Xiao Zheng, who was standing in front of her, waving to her meanly.

   She also saw the peculiar woman with four hands and octopus-like tentacles gracefully supported by Blake Shaw.

   The latter was blinking the five eyes on his face, looking at her with a very interested look.

That gaze made Elisande feel the chill of fate, and made her feel cold from head to toe. What's even more sad is that even though the heart is constantly howling and strong, but the body is like every respectful audience before ten thousand years. time.

   with a thud.

  The Great Magister knelt down in front of Azshara with the most standard elf courtier etiquette. Although she reacted to get up the next moment, this embarrassing scene was completely recorded by Blake with a dwarf camera.

   Alas, what a pity.

  If Elisande hadn't died today, these photos alone could have extorted a lot of money.

   But now, only one of these photos can be chosen to be the perfect one to become the final photo of the Great Magister.

   (end of this chapter)