A ghostly figure flashed away, too fast to be caught by the naked eye, passed straight through the oncoming group of rotten bats, and attacked Tichondrius from the side...

Angmar's pupils shrank, that figure was none other than Illidan holding the twin blades of Azzinoth with a determined look on his face.

Unfortunately……

I saw Tichondrius sneer, and immediately gave up the action of continuing to pour evil energy into the spell. He opened his claws as sharp as a magic weapon, and suddenly flapped his wings. With the power of turning around, he struck first and then behind.

Then, he suddenly grabbed Illidan...

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

The nails of the Dread Lord's right hand were all cut off by the double blades of Azzinoth. Illidan was also knocked back by the huge force and flew out like a cannonball, breaking a big tree where several people were hugging each other.

Still retaining his strength, he plowed a deep ravine on the ground, which fell into the forest and disappeared without a trace...

As expected.

Even though the Dread Lords are really good at necromancy and mental magic, in terms of combat ability, it is difficult to compare with the Abyss Lords who specialize in this in the Burning Legion, but as the leader of the Dread Lords, Tichondrius has long lived an unknown amount of time.

Years and months of fighting experience are extremely rich. With the power of evil and the "blessing" of Sargeras, he has become strong to a certain extent. He can face Illidan, who has just regained freedom from ten thousand years of imprisonment and has not yet transformed into a half-demon.

The night elves were, after all, much stronger.

With this thought in his mind, Angmar closed his eyes and activated the time spell.

When a swarm of putrid bats approached, his whole body "whooshed" and a layer of rapidly flowing yellow sand filled the air.

When he opened his eyes again, Angmar's eyes had turned yellow. Everything visible in his field of vision had become extremely slow, as if someone had pressed the super slow play button...

"This time it seems that I am more proficient than last time. The difference in the speed of time seems to have increased by more than dozens of times." Angmar thought.

The waves of evil energy were rolling in endlessly, and very close at hand, the bats made of evil energy slowly flapped their wings, rising and falling in the air, emitting bursts of nauseating stench.

With a thought, he built a magic barrier on his right hand that was close to his skin, and then very cautiously stretched out his hand to touch the wave of evil energy. As soon as it touched the edge, the magic barrier instantly disappeared.

It was corroded and riddled with holes. If the hand had not been pulled back in time, the whole hand might have suffered considerable damage.

He is indeed one of the high-level demons in the Burning Legion, second only to Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.

Angmar admired in his heart, frowned, and made a mental judgment on the strength of this spell.

He looked up at Tichondrius in mid-air. Under the influence of the time spell, he had enough time to insert the flame strike into the body of the Dread Lord, causing fatal damage to the opponent. But looking at the different postures behind him, he was about to

Faced with everyone being attacked by a swarm of putrid bees, he still chose to save them.

The fel spells activated by the Skull of Gul'dan may cause considerable harm to unprepared people.

Gul'dan is the most talented and powerful mortal warlock. As the only mortal who has a direct spiritual connection with Sargeras (a ray of soul), Gul'dan possesses in-depth knowledge of many evil powers.

, the skull left behind after his death also has the function of bewitching the holder and disseminating evil knowledge to the holder because it retains part of his soul during his lifetime. It is the dream of all warlocks who long to embark on the path of evil.

The supreme artifact.

Although this artifact is more functional than the evil energy it contains, it can still transform Illidan into a powerful half-demon after absorbing it. Its power is still powerful enough to amplify evil spells.

It's a piece of cake.

Angmar looked around.

The giant bear transformed by Broll Bearskin was right behind Angmar, bearing the brunt of the attack. In the short time since Illidan attacked Tichondrius, this big bear with extremely fat butt was already ready to lower his head and kill him.

Buried into two fleshy bear paws. Obviously, he wanted to protect his fragile facial features first, hoping to use his thick fur to withstand the enemy's evil spells.

The naked green skin of the Saurfang brothers next to them had a bright red sheen. It looked like they were using the anger that only high-level warriors could master to strengthen their own defenses. This special energy purely generated from the body has an impact on strength.

, defense has a great bonus.

It must be said that the reaction speed of these people was indeed fast enough. Tichondrius' sudden attack only took a moment, and they quickly made the correct response.

Angmar trotted over, squatted down, inserted his hands into the armpits of the giant bear, and tried his best to move Broll Bearskin to a safe place, but found that the blessing of the power of time could not change the physical characteristics of the latter.

It's so heavy that it can't be moved at all.

Next, he tried the push trick and the object-moving spell, but no matter what kind of spell, he was helpless against this behemoth, which was almost half the size of a hippopotamus and weighed more than a ton.

Angmar had no choice but to lift up the huge bear paws and completely cover the important facial organs of the giant bear. Then he pressed the giant bear's head hard and summoned a series of magic barriers in front of it to weaken the evil spirits.

The lethality of energy waves.

Before leaving, he suddenly felt cute and couldn't help but pinch the giant bear's round butt...

As a result, the hand feeling was not as good as expected, and the steel-needle-like fur pricked his palms. This reminded him of what happened when he did the same thing to a moose when he was driving in a safari park in his previous life... The result was that

A moose almost kicked a big hole in his car door.

When he remembered that this naive giant bear was transformed by Broll Bearskin, Angmar felt a chill in his heart for no apparent reason. He hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes with a look of disgust on his face.

Oh my god, I actually pinched a man’s butt!?

After being convinced that the giant bear could safely withstand this magical attack, he walked towards the Saurfang brothers and used all his strength to carry the two sturdy orcs to a safe area outside the magic range. It was not that he did not want to use the teleportation spell.

The reason why these strong men were transferred was because it was too difficult to use the teleportation spell to target others and there was not enough time.

For example, Antonidas, who is extremely talented, is very good at group teleportation spells that can get rid of the shackles of teleportation gates. He does not target his fellow travelers, but selects a space of more than ten meters around him as the teleportation target. There is an essential difference.

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The troll shadow hunter Rokan, who looks thin but is not light to carry, a few watchers, a few orc warriors...

After a lot of work, the evil energy wave advanced less than two meters. Maiev was the only one left within the spell's range.

Angmar moved his steps and came to the leader of the Watchers.

What surprised him was that Maiev did not take any action to defend herself. Instead, she made a gesture of charging towards the direction where the evil energy was coming, with one hand stretched forward as if to grab something.

Through the narrow slits of the helmet's eyes, Angmar saw an extremely anxious, worried and panic look in those weathered silver eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He looked in the direction Maiev was facing, but there was nothing there except the billowing waves of evil energy.

Suddenly, Angmar understood.

Isn't that the place where I stood who would be the first to experience the impact of evil energy?

With this thought in his mind, Angmar's eyes towards Maiev became complicated. After a moment of silence, he picked up the watcher by his waist without saying a word and walked back.

It's so heavy.

The average height of female night elves is actually higher than that of male blood elves. Such a strong warrior wearing full body armor naturally weighs less.

"Watcher, to be honest, I really don't know what I did to you ten thousand years ago..." Angmar sighed, and when talking to himself, he subconsciously chose the mother tongue of his previous life. This one

Chinese that no one in the world understands.

In a daze, Angmar saw Maiev's silver eyes flickering, as if she understood what he said.

He chuckled lightly and looked down at Maiev's visor. Through the narrow gap, Maiev's face in the shadow was no longer young.

Time is a source of suffering for mortals, even the immortal night elves are no exception.

No one can resist the erosion of time.

Angmar put Maiev in a safe place behind, turned around, and looked at Tichondrius in mid-air. The yellow sand flowing around him was already quite thin, and the duration of the time spell was about to end.

Taking advantage of his last chance, Angmar began to chant the incantation of Pyroblast.

A huge fireball formed quickly. Once it was out of the scope of the yellow sand, it became as slow as the surrounding things, as if it was a bright sun hovering in front of Angmar.

Then there was the second one, the third one...

One after another, simple and crude pyrotechnic fireballs were quickly weaved out by the infusion of the Sunwell Essence in Angmar's body, and pushed out with both hands. The ones behind caught up with the ones in front, and actually formed a line leading to and ending with each other in mid-air.

Connected, the blazing fire dragon slowly flew towards Tichondrius.
Chapter completed!