Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the entrance hall of the Temple of Elune, Cirvanas, Lor'themar and the others sat in place, their slightly tense bodies and hands clasped on weapons ensured that they could respond to attacks from other directions at any time.

The magic swordsmen of Suramar sat scattered on the other side, some peeked at the rangers of Quel'Thalas, and the other ran to the other side of the hall to look at the patterns on the wall and point their fingers. .

At this moment, Talisa walked to the rangers of Quel'Thalas. She looked at the people who were about to enter the battle and comforted them: "Relax, everyone, this is the Temple of Elune, with the protection of the goddess, there will be no dangerous."

Lor'themar didn't speak, and Cirvanas shook his head slightly: "This is our habit, it's okay, Chief Arcanist, don't worry about us."

Seeing this, Talisa stopped persuading her, but put down the food in her hand and returned to Suramar's team.

After a while, Cirvanas, who was keenly aware, suddenly sensed something in a dark corner far away where the sun couldn't shine. She took off the spear on her back with her backhand, and then turned her head to remind loudly: "The whole army is on alert, Lorther Ma, northeast direction, flares!"

Lor'themar Theron also sensed that something was wrong. He had already taken out the short crossbow at his waist, put in a strange short arrow, and raised his hand to shoot it. The arrow flew into the air and exploded a ball of white holy light Light up the corner of the hall.

Aluriel was still chatting with Talisa, and the chief arcanist was a little absent-minded. After seeing the movements of Lor'themar Theron and Cirvanas, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Relax Talisa, this is the Temple of Elune, there will be no danger, those townsmen from Quel'Thalas... my compatriots are too nervous," Aluriel sneered, and then waved He took a look at the purple double-edged sword in his hand, "What's more, the Suramar magic swordsmen are well-equipped and skilled in martial arts, and they are able to face all kinds of situations..."

Before the words were finished, a illusory long arrow with blue light sprang out from the darkness, a magic swordsman fell in response, and everyone in Quel'Thalas who shot flares on the other side was also attacked by the three-edged dart. But the alert rangers dodged the attacks with ease.

With the help of the flares fired by Lor'themar, everyone could see their attackers clearly: they were a group of illusory and tall elves, they were transparent and stood quietly in place.

Talisa recognized those people as elves in ghost form, and stepped forward to say a few words, but those elves aimed their bows and arrows directly at them: "Intruders, how dare you desecrate such a sacred place! In the name of, destroy these intruders!"

"Tor ilisar'thera'nal!" The ancient battle roar resounded through the hall, and the huntress ghosts riding leopards rushed forward instantly,

The short arrow with the shining magic aura rushed into the front of everyone.

"Anar'; belore!" Lor'themar and the rangers under his command shot a round of crossbow bolts and drew out the double knives at their waists, directly stopped the rushing female huntress, and fought with her.

Cirvanas also picked up the spear, and a low "Puff" sound reached the ears of the magic swordsmen who were still in a daze. Aluriel saw this female ranger holding a slightly strange weapon, and cooperating with those rangers wielding double knives against a group of ghost hunters.

Whenever the flames from the long nozzle flashed, the ghost on the opposite side would pause for a moment, and at the same time, a huge wound would appear on its body.

However, the priests standing in the distance would always wave their staffs in time, and the blue beams of light would descend from the sky, quickly repairing the wounds on the ghostly huntress.

"Sencilia, Lucia, attack those priests and prevent them from casting spells!"

"yes!"

The two apprentices of Aristophanes swung their staffs directly to condense their magic power. The ice cones and fireballs kept shooting at the ghost priests. They had to suspend their spellcasting to avoid the spells. Then the two huntresses in front were killed by Lor'themar. Leading the rangers to chop into stars.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, two more huntresses sprang out from the shadows, and those ghost priests ordered the ghost archers beside them to start attacking everyone present, and everyone in Quel'Thalas fell into a trap. It's a hard fight.

As the saying goes, if you stay for a long time, you will lose. Lor'themar, who was fighting close to the huntress, was unable to dodge, and was hit by an arrow with blue light. The ghost leopard in front of him raised its front paws high, and was about to After shooting, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the purple shield directly blocked the attacks of the ghosts.

"Are you all right?" the purple-skinned Night Son turned his head and asked.

Lor'themar recognized that it was Suramar's chief arcanist who saved him, and he shook his head. Suddenly, the huntress in front of him clenched the three-bladed dart with both hands, and there was a lot of light on it. The ranger yelled "Be careful! "While getting up, he stood in front of Talisa.

The huntress yelled "Andu--dor!" and slashed the weapon in her hand at the two of them. The shield supported by Talyssar was punctured like a bubble, and Lor'themar stared wide-eyed at the approaching weapons.

Aluriel was still cleaning up his team of magic swordsmen, and Cirvanas wanted to rescue them, but she still had the energy to protect the two mages, who could only watch the three-edged dart stabbing the male ranger.

All of a sudden, everything in the hall fell into a stillness. Whether it was the bullets, bows and arrows with blue light and engraved with runes, or the hideous expressions on the faces of the rangers and huntresses, they could all be seen clearly. Ma, the slightly flustered Talyssar, the magic swordsman with a fearful look on his face, and Cirvanas who calmly and calmly commanded the ranger all formed a sharp contrast.

Three figures appeared, they were Elisande, Aegwynn, and Aristophanes. They stood at the entrance of the underground stairs, quietly watching the slightly chaotic battlefield in front of them. Elisande raised his hand, purple The array of lights flickered.

"A good time spell," Aegwynn, wearing a hood and holding a purple staff, said softly. The purple light flashed in his eyes and quickly analyzed the magic principle of the great magister.

"It's nothing more than a small spell worth mentioning." Elisande maintained the time spell and looked at the ghosts solemnly. "There are countless powerful Elune priests buried in the Temple of Elune, and they maintain their faith in life. They are still loyal to their duties, and our arrival has disturbed them, so let's seal this place quickly and let these ghosts continue to sleep."

Aegwynn didn't speak, and Aristophanes dodged into the defensive circle of the Quel'Thalas elves, pulling Talisa and Lor'themar out of the huntress' attack.

"Remove the spell, Grand Magister, I have already saved them!"

Elisande nodded, turned his right hand, and the time flow in the hall continued to flow. With the sound of clanging arrows landing, the Quel'dorei and Shaldorei in the hall also found Aristotle Fern three people.

"Sylvanas, lead Lor'themar and others to retreat, leave this place to us!" Aristophanes said while opening a huge shield to block the attacks of the ghosts.

"Then be careful!" Cirvanas didn't hesitate, turned around and led the ranger out.

"Aluriel, Talisa, lead the magic swordsmen to retreat too!" Elisande also walked to Aristophanes' side and turned his head and said.

"Your Excellency the Great Magister, I..." Aluriel wanted to say something, but Elisande glanced at her coldly, the leader of the magic swordsman turned pale, and led the magic swordsman to follow Hill Wanas and others withdrew from the hall.