As Eminelle's slender fingers exerted force, the seemingly solid golden gem made a slight "bang" sound, and it was directly pinched into powder. The golden magical fog suddenly spread out, covering an area of ​​more than ten meters.

Everyone nearby felt their energy revived as soon as they took a sip. The exhausted mana showed signs of recovery, and the spell casting was even more powerful.

"Is this...the condensed magic of the well?" Itonis said in disbelief through the space of casting.

In just half a minute, the magical spirit mist replenished the magic power of several magicians to a very considerable level. The small golden gem actually contained such a huge amount of Sunwell magic power!

The most important thing is that it is very dangerous to rashly absorb external magic into the body. This is different from controlling it to cast spells. Any mage with a little brain will think twice before doing this.

Because that may put them in a dangerous situation of imbalance in mana. Even the magic of the Sun Well must be directly absorbed, and the danger must be reduced through a wide variety of spells to adapt to the less perfect body structure of the organism.

After all, directly absorbing the magic power of the Sun Well is different from enjoying the magic fluctuations it emits inadvertently.

The magic power contained in the gem seems to have been purified with great clever means, without any impurities, which makes people absorb it without any obstacles. Although everyone is extremely curious about where the gem comes from, it is not the time to dig the roots. When the mana is restored, they hurriedly devoted themselves to the magic attack.

As the others cast the spell, Eminelle moaned with a flushed face. She moaned, as if she was immersed in the pleasure brought by the magic power and could not extricate herself. A strong sense of possessiveness flashed through Angma's blurred eyes.

...

Elements responded to Drektar!

Dark clouds swept across the battlefield and were churning.

Rumble! The ground was shaking violently, and everyone was unstable.

Amid the thunder that was deafening, dazzling blazing light flashed, illuminating the hellish battlefield as bright as day. Heavy rain poured down, and thunder shot down, blowing the muddy land into a lot of holes and huge pits.

At the landing point of the thunder, there were fury wind elements, flashing with crackling lightning all over their bodies. They appeared without stopping at all, pouring the element's anger on the heads of the undead.

The turn of hands was like lightning shots. For a moment, lightning was raging. Before the undead could react, there were great casualties.

Mounds of soil were arched on the ground, and numerous earth elements condensed into shapes. They were as smart as they were. They looked around for a moment, and then they let out a series of dull roars, attacking the undead with a rumbling pace that shocked the earth. Their attack method was simpler. They directly collided and collided, and all the undead along the way were knocked into flesh mud. Even the stitching monsters of similar size could not resist their impact.

Although there are only nearly a hundred elements compared to the overwhelming undead spirits, their powerful combat power still brings back the worrying situation of enemy and us to the average, allowing many combat units that are about to die to have a good chance of respite.

In this world-destructible doomsday scene, everyone is frightened. Even the knowledgeable blood elf magician has the power of the twilight orc shaman sacrifice that has been mastered by the twilight orc shaman sacrifice.

It is hard for them to imagine that a spellcaster could summon and "bound" such a huge number of elements without using magical objects, and trigger such a huge power of nature.

In fact, Drektal only played a communication role. He called on the element to help, conveying the situation that happened at this time and the numerous crimes committed by the undead against this land to the omnipresent elements.

In fact, the element is not helping him, but fighting for personal safety. If the undead are allowed to rage on this land, the element will not be able to rely on this land that has already become a dead land, which is unacceptable to them. So they descended on this land through the hands of Drektal.

When it comes to the upper limit of ability, shaman sacrifices far exceed those of mages. The power they can "mobilize" is unimaginable to any individual. However, this power depends entirely on the wishes of elements, which is very unstable, and it is difficult to achieve the arcane energy that the mage drives the arm to master like an arm.

Elemental landslides and tsunamis, rushing towards Kel's Thaucad's location, and even plowing out gullies on the blood-stained land, where nothing can stop it.

The elites of all races following Tirio and Moglani gathered more and more. With the elements, they were like several sharp swords that were invincible, and they penetrated into the undead's front and approached the location of Kel'Thujad.

The battle seemed to have turned around.

The coalition soldiers, who had greatly reduced pressure, immediately seized the opportunity to reorganize and endured the cold and stabilized the formation.

Drektar's shamanic spell undoubtedly made all coalition soldiers see hope of victory!

As the crisis approached, Kel Thuzad glanced at Drektal indifferently, like a large number of insignificant bugs.

It waved its hand gently, whether it was the thunder and lightning that the latter summoned or the totem fire tongues, they were blocked from an invisible barrier. The two giant spirit wolf, which was not affected by physical attacks, disappeared in a wail.

"Click!"

As the lich was watching, Draketar's old eyes suddenly widened, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and held his throat with both hands, as if he was strangled. The four totems around him were directly blown to pieces. In the shock wave of the explosion, the old orc was thrown away from a distance, landed next to several frost wolf orcs, and fell into a coma.

"This, this..." Itonis stopped his magic and looked at Drektal in disbelief. The shaman sacrifice who had just been highly anticipated was defeated in an instant. The sharp gap between the two made the magicians instinctively unwilling to believe it.

This is impossible!

Kelthuzad turned his gaze to Tirio and Moglani who were constantly moving in. A huge amount of magic power quickly gathered towards the two legendary paladins. Ice thorns suddenly rose on the ground, completely blocking the path they were moving forward. Many people were penetrated without time to react and turned into dead souls hanging on the ice cone.

The next second, dense ice thorns burst into pieces, countless pieces of ice mixed with flesh and blood, wrapped in powerful kinetic energy, and bullets burst out in all directions like bullets...

As the ice splashed, there were no survivors in the coalition soldiers who rushed into the vicinity. There were only two shaking holy light shields, still struggling to support them.

Kelthuzad chuckled, as if mocking the two of them for being overestimated, and turned their attention to the frontal battlefield again.

All those who witnessed this scene were shocked to the point of being overwhelmed. They defeated three legendary powerful men in a blunt manner. Even though they were no longer in peak state after a long battle, they were still at the top of mortals.

That lich...

How powerful is it?

Kelthuzad gently grabbed the bone palm, and the cold light flashed away. All the corpses on the battlefield had wisps of gray energy stripped out. The vast battlefield space suddenly turned into a strange place with fog steaming, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

In the thick "fog", the dead stood up again, and a blue ghost fire ignited in their pupils. From a distance, it looked like blue light dotted on the gray background cloth...

“Sa…”

“Nal…”

“Gon…”

Kelthuzad opened his hands, and the rune chains wrapped around him were clamoring. The rune civilization on it was unstable. In the flames burning in his chest, a low and thick sound came from the fire burning in his chest. One by one, strange syllables fell into everyone's heart like a giant hammer.

An unknown spell resounded throughout the battlefield. With the end of the last syllable, the gray mist on the battlefield suddenly pressed against the ground, turning into a strange dark color in the tumbling state, attached to thousands of soldiers like maggots...

Amid the wailing sounds, the soldiers turned into shriveled corpses in a few breaths and fell to the ground with a bang, just like a mummy who had been dead for many years, and their vitality was neutralized by the complete necrotic energy...

Withering!

An extremely powerful necromancer spell.

As the scope of the withering spell expanded, the entire battlefield was about to be dragged into the realm of death of living beings. Angma in the air opened his eyes. The sand of time surrounding him suddenly stagnated, and the sound of waves came from the sound.

An illusion slowly appeared in the air.
Chapter completed!