This unprecedented strange feeling caused Angmar to fall into a brief sluggish state.

A fireball slowly passed by a few meters away, bringing him back to reality.

He looked around, and the passage of time on the entire battlefield seemed to be slowed down by some unknown force.

The slashing of the soldiers in the distance became slow motion, and the infinitely stretched shouts sounded low and weird.

The sharp sword blade in the hand of a heavy infantryman was slowly stabbing the ghoul's rotting chest, and the ghoul also bit the heavy infantryman's arm armor. Sparks flew everywhere, mixed with the broken teeth of the ghoul.

, slowly splashing outward at an excruciatingly slow speed.

Outside the front line, a human paladin who had lost all his comrades was surrounded by undead.

Several ghouls that flew towards him stayed in mid-air, still showing their claws and fangs, and their sharp claws were only a dozen centimeters away from the Paladin.

And the huge butcher knife of the stitching monster next to him was about to fall on his shoulder...

But this paladin was completely unaware. His left hand was holding the head of a ghoul that was biting him desperately, and his right hand holding the war hammer was stretched out towards the cloudy sky. A thin golden beam of light slowly came from the sky.

Falling, it first touched his war hammer, and then flowed along his right hand, shoulder, and body to the ground beneath his feet.

The ghoul finally jumped on him, and the Stitch Monster's butcher knife fell down, cutting off the paladin's entire left arm, as well as the ghoul's head, which was about to bite him with its big mouth open.

.

Blood spurted everywhere.

Before the strength of the butcher's knife was exhausted, it broke open the obstructing breastplate and continued to slide downwards. It looked like this paladin was dead, and I was afraid that the entire upper body would be severed by the Stitch Monster.

But there was no look of pain on the young paladin's face, and the nerves didn't seem to have transmitted the pain to his brain.

At the same time, the ground he was standing on slowly cracked open, and blazing sacred flames spurted out from it...

Angmar knew that before losing his life, the consecration spell cast by this young paladin could attract at least ten times the number of undead to support him.

And this kind of scene happens in every corner of the battlefield.

What shocked him was that the flow of time was obviously slowed down countless times, but he himself was not affected at all.

Angmar frowned, looking up and down at the Flame Strike in his hand as if he had never seen it before, and murmured to himself: "Time spell...?"

The depth of time and space is far beyond the limits of what mortals can understand.

Among the known spell research, although most of them have made achievements at the spatial level, they can travel through space in the form of portals, and the flash spell, which can be called a life-saving weapon, also replaces the material at the target location with itself, thereby causing displacement, but

But no one has been able to understand the mystery of time.

The only ones in Azeroth who know how to use time magic are probably the bronze dragons blessed by the Titans.

The "time warp" spell, which can only be mastered at least at the legendary level, is at best a use of arcane magic to enhance the creature's thinking speed and physical reaction speed, thereby improving the recipient's attack and spellcasting abilities. It cannot be counted as standard time.

Spells are not even related to the rigorous word "time" at all. They just have a majestic name.

The Blazing Strike subverted his original knowledge time and time again. There seemed to be too many secrets hidden in this artifact.

He had known for a long time that this Azeroth was no longer the world he was familiar with. Someone had changed the history related to Flame Strike. He looked at the fiery red sword body, and the back of the "dead white skin" appeared in his mind.

I couldn't help but say something.

"What on earth did 'you' do, what on earth did 'I'... do?"

However, the current situation did not allow him to investigate the underlying cause in detail. Although time was slowed down, the crisis was not resolved.

Angmar temporarily put aside his inner doubts, determined to study this artifact carefully after this battle, and then turned his attention back to his side.

In the air with extremely low temperature around the body, small crystal clear ice flowers are constantly emerging. There are more and more ice flowers. The moist water vapor in the air is frozen into ice slag by the low temperature, and they are connected to each other, forming a thick ice barrier.

to form.

It's just that this barrier is not to resist attacks from the outside, but to imprison the mage inside.

He turned around and looked behind him. The graceful female magician Eminele had her hands clasped in front of her tall chest. The middle and ring fingers of both hands were pressed against the palms of her hands. Her thumb, index finger and tail finger were stretched out. This was the arcane magic.

Preparatory gesture for impact.

Blue magic sparks burst out from her palms, forming complex patterns full of geometric beauty.

Emniel also wore a bright gemstone ring on her right index finger. The enchanted and strengthened gemstone contained a ball of golden magic energy. Angmar frowned slightly and quickly identified this ball of energy.

The ownership seems to be...

The essence of your own holy tree?

Angmar couldn't help but glanced at Eminiel suspiciously, only to find that the latter was also shrouded in a bone-chilling low temperature. Her expression was somewhat panicked. She seemed to have sensed the impending spell attack, but was afraid that it would be too late.

make any reaction.

Angmar took one last look at Emniel's ring, suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and immediately checked the status of several nearby magisters.

Idonis is not far from Angmar, only a few meters away. This experienced and experienced mage is also in danger of being trapped in the ice, but his reaction speed is obviously faster than Eminiel, although he still maintains

He stretched his hands forward, "pushing" out an arcane missile, but intermittent membrane-like energy was already rising around his body, and a magic barrier was about to take shape.

And Landra Morningwalker, who had just drank a bottle of mana potion, was unaware of the coming frost spell.

Angmar discovered that not only he and these magisters, but also dozens of nearby elite mages who were pouring spells on the undead, were also within the range of this spell attack.

In a short period of time, the legs of many mages have been sealed by the ice rising from the ground and spreading upwards.

He quickly judged that this was a modified version of Frost Nova. The operating mechanism of the spell was not profound, but the terrifying magical energy contained in the spell made Angmar terrified.

How powerful a being is to be able to launch a spell with such a large range and such powerful lethality?

Magic barrier, ice protection, lava armor...

All the protective spells he had mastered were cast by him. Under the full operation of the essence of the holy tree, the effects of these spells were doubled. The targets were those mages who had been blocked by the ice and could not escape.

There were fifty or sixty people within the scope of Frost Nova. He had no ability to ensure that everyone was safe under this spell whose intensity almost exceeded the legendary limit. All he could do was try his best to save their lives.

The mana all over his body was consumed rapidly like running water. What made Angmar more and more anxious was that the flow of time was gradually returning to normal. There were still many mages who were still in danger, including several magisters behind him.

Although teleporting these mages can directly get them out of trouble, launching teleportation spells targeting creatures other than themselves will be more than ten times more difficult. Even Antonidas, known as the "Master of Teleportation Magic,"

I don't dare to try this kind of magic rashly.

The most important thing is that the casting time will also be proportionally extended.

That's too late……

He could only follow the same pattern and add heavy protective spells to himself and these magisters. After completing all this, before the ice seal was formed, he jumped to escape outside the range of the spells.

A "bang" sound, an invisible barrier that neither appeared to the naked eye nor existed in the range of perception, bounced him back to where he was.

The next second, the speed of time returns to normal.

A massive amount of extremely cold arcane energy arrived.

My coding speed is too slow, and sometimes my brain can’t keep up (bitter face). I feel that the quality of these two chapters has dropped a bit today. But I will gradually adapt to it, and on the premise of ensuring quality, I will increase the update speed.
Chapter completed!