With two legendary mages, Romance and Thereseta, the battle on the ground was completely one-sided. No undead could get close to everyone, and was burned into ashes by overwhelming spells and frozen into ice...

Daigolin and his ranger had to give up fighting with the enemy and instead seized the commanding heights and shot the undead with condescending heights. Because they would only make the mage afraid and unable to pour spells on the undead's heads.

The team of two legendary wizards, three epic-level magicians, and more than a dozen elite-level wizards, together with more than a dozen rangers, is extremely elite. On the other hand, the strongest undead here is just a high-level elite, so how can there be any possibility of resisting?

"Report the news to Lord Dalkan!"

Seeing that the undead in the front row was cut down like a rice, the psychics behind saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly ordered their subordinates to rush forward, but they turned around and ran away.

Angma immediately saw the figures who had escaped and informed. She was about to speak to remind everyone, but she saw the lace tower with strong arcane energy around her slowly rising into the air, summoning several mirror clones to glide towards the outside.

Each of these mirror clones actually has the strength comparable to the epic level. They constantly cast large-scale killing spells in mid-air, killing no less than fifty or sixty undead along the way, and finally caught up with the escaped psychics and completely killed them with quick spells.

Angma didn't consume much mana, because he knew that there might be another battle waiting for him later.

The undead was eventually wiped out, and the ground was filled with corpses with burnt smells, mixed with the rotten smell on the undead, making people feel sick. Especially those suture monsters that were bombarded by spells and exploded from the inside, making up their bodies, and the flesh and blood from which creatures were blown up everywhere, which was shocking.

"The noise just now was too big, and it will definitely be noticed by the undead nearby. We must start working immediately. Candyrius, Degollion, be alert and don't let any undead disturb us!"

Romans spoke as he walked towards the ruins of the temple. In the battle just now, he joined forces with Therese Tower, killing almost most of the undead, leaving no chance for the rest of the people to intervene. However, he seemed to have never consumed any mana, and was still full of energy and without any fatigue.

The horror of the legendary powerful man can be seen.

Thereseta also ordered her students: "Get started, don't let me down."

After receiving the order, the young mages who were sitting on the ground drinking mana potion to relieve breathing were strongly settled and were scared to death during the battle. They took out magic devices from the enchanting space bag and followed the lace tower into the ruins of the temple.

Candyrius and three other mages walked towards the commanding heights on the periphery. They would use spells to detect the movements of the undead within a few miles, and would warn them in advance when they found any movement.

After everyone started working, several mages who specialized in teleportation magic tricks took out their magic crystals, found a clean ground to carve and weave teleportation magic arrays. This was the biggest reliance for everyone to evacuate immediately after the work was completed.

Everything is in order.

The three high-level mages assigned to Angma soon came to him and nodded and saluted him, "Sir, Consultant."

It seems that the prince's identity as an advisor is still very easy to use, but Angma saw a hint of contempt in the eyes of the three of them.

There is no way, he is too young and has no reputation. He is a ninth-level high-level elite, but these mages who are also high-level elites do not know, because Angma did not show his strength in previous battles.

"Come on, we..."

Angma glanced at the ruins of the Magic Temple, and a lilac arcane light column had risen inside. It seemed that Romans was already casting spells to explore the trajectory of the magic net. He didn't want to disturb the legendary wizard with a bad temper. After evaluating the current situation, he made his own decision.

"We'll go on reconnaissance missions."

"Sir, you may be attacked by the undead at any time. Lord Romans wants us to investigate after everything stabilizes, not at this time." A mage questioned, with a arrogant expression like a blood elf sign hanging on his face.

This is completely reasonable and there is no disrespect at all.

The other two mages stopped and stared at Angma to see what he would react, but there was a meaning of scrutiny in their eyes. The female mage did not show any expression and slightly turned the corners of her mouth.

Angma looked back at the talking mage. The high-level mage was named Quinthas. He was about the seventh level and was about sixty years old. His talent was quite good.

He chuckled, "As the prince's adviser, I think I should be able to correctly understand Lord Romance's orders."

This sentence is neither soft nor hard. Angma just pointed out his identity, which made Quinthas speechless.

The first level of official position is to crush people to death, not to mention that the first level of official position is more than one level of seniority, and he is also a celebrity around His Highness the Prince?

Angma knew that Quinthas, like his two colleagues, would spare no effort to implement it even if he obeyed his orders, because they were all loyal to the prince, but this did not mean that they would transfer their respect for Prince Kelthas to their young self, and they would probably despise them very much.

The pride of the blood elves is engraved in the bones. As a long-lived race, they have enough capital to pride. Whether it is for short-lived humans or for young people.

Let’s put aside the knowledge reserves of Azeroth and how proud Quel’s brilliance are, but only talk about strength.

God has always been fair. He did not give high elves the super reproductive ability like humans, but allowed them to enjoy thousands of years of long life under the care of the well of the Sun. Although he was somewhat inferior to the night elves relatives who were blessed by the Dragon King, he was not as good as the best and had more than the best.

Longevity means more time. Azeroth native creatures do not know what attributes are, and only talk about level level. Angma once carefully observed and found that the attributes of the same level (blood elves) are not much different from humans in terms of attributes, but the former masters more skills.

Because they have time to hone their magic skills or combat skills, this is an advantage that humans do not have at all.

This is why a long-lived race who is older is much stronger than an ordinary race. This is the reason - of course, this is just a common phenomenon. The ancestors of human beings were titans. This terrible race can always give birth to extremely talented people. Their skills are enough to withstand the hard work of others for thousands of years, and this is not within the scope of discussion.

You said the Blood Elf Ranger is superb? People touch the bow longer than you have lived. Isn’t this nonsense?

So even though he felt that Angma's strength was similar to himself, Quinthus didn't care. Because he had never stopped practicing spell casting skills since he embarked on the path of secret magic as an apprentice, and it has been more than fifty years since he entered the path of spell casting.

In his eyes, Angma is just a "young man" in his twenties. No matter how talented he is, how could he be able to keep up with his years of hard work?

除非这家伙是个法术天才.

Angma walked deep and shallowly on the ground covered with rotten corpses, and came to the tent that had previously discovered magic fluctuations.

He didn't care about Quelsthus's doubts, nor did he give him any color. These three people were older blood elves. In such a social environment, being questioned due to age problems was only the most insignificant problem, so he didn't need to show his fangs because of this.

Angma couldn't help but smile as she opened the filthy crate.

Not long after, these three people will admire him and provoke him.

Quinthas would probably regret his doubts about Angma, and he tried his best to make up for his broken image, so he asked him for his spell casting skills.

The awe of the strong and the desire for knowledge are always reflected in the Blood Elf Mage.

"Oh my God!" The moment the crate was opened, Olosalia couldn't help but exclaim, "Is the Scourge taking away the remaining energy from the temple to enchant weapons?"

Angma took out the weapon from the crate and looked at it.

This is a light one-handed knife with a thin blade of about 80 cm long and a perfect balanced curve. The back of the single-sided blade is about one centimeter thick. The counterweight block at the tail of the hilt is also engraved with the Yongge Ranger's badge.

That's right, this is a standard weapon of the Quel'thalas Rangers' troops. It is often equipped with pairs, made of excellent stainless steel, extremely lightweight, and is very suitable for the ranger's swift combat method.

It can be seen that after obtaining this batch of excellent armaments, the Scourge Corps maintained them well, but there was a fishy smell on the grey blade. It was probably because the animal ointment was applied as maintenance oil.

Moreover, there is a layer of arcane magic flowing on this one-handed knife, which seems to have been solidified with some kind of rough enchantment, which is better than nothing.

But for the current Scourge Legion, or for the Scourge Legion of Lordaeron, they do not have the strong logistics capabilities of the Ice Crown Glacier Base Camp, and their weapons and equipment are all worn out. This level of arms is already a top-notch.

"How do we deal with this batch of arms?" Quinthas asked.

Angma opened several more crates and found that all of them were filled with such weapons and some dismantled armor. There were at least a dozen such crates. Judging from this number, it must have been a natural disaster that looted a certain armory.

He suddenly found a one-handed sword with different shapes, obviously much higher-end and the most outstanding magic engraved. After looking at it for a while, he hung it around his waist.

【远行者军官高级制式单手剑】

【等阶:低级精良】

【附魔:锋锐3,坚固2】

Angma glanced at the ranger who was recovering arrows on the battlefield and said, "Captain Degollion will deal with this batch of armaments. Let's go, teleport forward on the premise of ensuring safety. Half a day is enough for us to fight back and forth between the Holy Tree and here."
Chapter completed!