Chapter 172 Draw the sun well! (Ask for a monthly ticket)
Why the high elves claim to be the best in the world has a lot to do with their dominance of the Sunwell, the largest energy source on the planet.
The Sunwell is the purified and purified energy of the planet Azeroth, which can maximize the elemental sensitivity of those who come into contact, thereby improving the level of magic.
Even if you can't become a magician, you can easily become a magician like a magic breaker.
The power of the Sunwell is too powerful, and a chain of contempt among the high elves has been formed. The highest level of magic masters who can absorb the power of the Sunwell for their own use, followed by other spellcasters, and then the "Spell Breakers" and so on.
They are rangers without magic, and finally there are other races.
At the same time, using the Azerite branch flowing out of the Sunwell, the elves set up a powerful rune circle in the Eversong Forest, which could prohibit all non-high elves from entering.
It is this endless source of power that can support such a wide-area magic shield.
But the long-eared people never imagined that these sand sculpture players from time-travel could actually refine Azerite on their own.
The players were busy for a while, and [Lao Mao Mie] was a little frustrated: "Hey, we can't copy the perfect [Heart of Azeroth]!"
"Nonsense!" [Scorching Dawn in the Sky] had two black lines on his forehead: "That is an artifact. We can master the basic formula of purification and filter out 70% to 80% of impurities. It will be great."
"But, this thing will hurt you!" As soon as [Lao Mao Mie] finished speaking, he was looked at with contempt by a group of sand sculpture players.
[Situ Yanhun]: "Bah! We've already cloned people, why are we so scared? If it's not enough, let Mai Tuhao increase the number of resurrections."
"Yes!"
This is just like today's young people, who clearly know that staying up late is not good, but they still shout "staying up late is harmful to the body, it is recommended to stay up all night". What is the reason?
Isn't it just that the upper limit of the health bar is high, and he has the capital to commit suicide?
This group of sand sculpture players are not the real ones, they are also locked to the upper limit of their power. If they don’t waste time now, when will they wait?
They looked at each other and laughed evilly in unison.
"Slap it!"
A huge magic circle composed of the combined talents of a hundred magicians was quickly set up. With the help of the system, these bitches unscrupulously drew water from the Sunwell from the branch veins.
This kind of saucy operation is like two countries exploiting the same oil field together. If one exploits too hard, the other immediately realizes something is wrong.
The Great Magister Belovar was the first to sense: "No! The water level of the Sunwell has dropped! That damn orc warlock turned out to be running to the tributary of the Sunwell, trying to extract the power of the Sunwell wantonly!"
"Buzz——"
All the Elf Masters in Silvermoon City felt their hearts skip a beat.
Circles of ripples rippled on the remaining mage towers in Silver Moon City, spreading in all directions.
At this moment? All the mages in the entire Silver Moon City area felt at the same time that the intensity of the magic power coming from the mage tower dropped by more than half.
On the city wall, hundreds of magic masters were chanting magic incantations as always. However, the high-level magicians in gorgeous magic robes opened their eyes in horror and found that from this moment on, their extra magic power recovery had almost reached zero.
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Who in the world would prepare a mana-returning equipment that absorbs elements from the atmosphere?
These days? Even a Silvermoon City magic apprentice who can only use eco-friendly equipment (referring to excellent green equipment) will be taught by his instructor to pile up magic-strength equipment, relying on the ability of the Silvermoon City mage tower to attract
Come to the magic of the Sunwell? Give them unlimited magic back.
Now if the sand sculpture players do something about it? The master of Silver Moon City will immediately stop eating!
Without magic power recovery, a qualified mage cannot smash 10 [Blizzards] in a row based on his own magic power reserves alone!
Generally, if you can use five or six in a row, it will be great.
The mages had to save their magic power to save their lives, which caused Silvermoon City to once again use the word "danger"!
The worst thing is that the city wall, which has not been seriously repaired in recent days, is still alive. It is actually destroyed by the big iron lump of the orc trebuchet, revealing a large gap of forty meters wide. It is only less than three meters above the ground.
A slope of 3 meters can reach the gap.
The chiefs are delighted!
With the small stature of the elven infantry, do you still want to withstand the impact of the ogre troops?
"Lok'Tar!" the orcs' war cry echoed through the sky.
Grand Magister Belovar almost had a heart attack from the fright.
"Great Magister! Please make a decision!" Countless elves shouted the same words to Belovar.
Beloir gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate move, regardless of the hidden wounds Goudan had left him.
"call--"
The cold storm was rising. The tremors of the earth elements that swayed from his body had now turned into a roaring roar. Not only the gravel and gravel at the gap, but also the metal and other debris scattered around, all resonated, as if
It was in response to the call of the Grand Magister.
"Rumble!"
A huge stone wall twenty meters high and forty meters wide rose from the ground, firmly blocking the gap that had just appeared.
Isn't this an ordinary earth wall? Its hardness is completely comparable to that of a rammed earth city wall.
At the same time, a stream of flames poured down from mid-air, incinerating all the orcs who dared to approach this section of the city wall, giving the elven infantry time to get into position.
After doing all this, the Grand Mage vomited blood on the spot and passed out.
The Sun King was so frightened that he had to order the ranger troops to stop them with all their strength.
The envoy from the Council hurriedly found Alleria: "Your Majesty said that as long as you endure this battle, he will never stop you and your family from leaving. Please fight for Silvermoon City."
"Hmph!" Sylvanas spat and continued shooting without looking back.
Alleria's eyes were complicated and she sighed: "The danger of Silvermoon City remains unresolved for a day, but we will be the most loyal guards of Silvermoon City."
"I am deeply grateful!" The messenger bowed deeply. At this moment, the eyes of him and other Masters no longer looked as aloof as before.
Of course, the new version of '12 Gold Medals' was sent to Mr. Mai very quickly.
"Lord Stratholme! Hurry! Please speed up the march to save Silvermoon City! The evil orc warlock has drained the power of the Sunwell, and now most of the magicians in Silvermoon City have their combat strength reduced by half. Silvermoon City is in danger! His Majesty the Sun King
As I said, as long as your Excellency speeds up the march, any conditions are easy to negotiate." The envoy knelt on the ground and spoke to McDonald without any restraint.
McDonald: "..."
Damn it, you idiot player is causing trouble and sucking up the sunwell. Once this happens, will it be blamed on me?
Damn it, Long Ears was already cheated by supporting orc weapons before. Now again? Could Long Ears be annihilating the clan at this time?
McDonald was actually blaming himself, but the envoy misunderstood and announced a bunch of names in one go as if he was announcing the names of dishes: "As long as you agree! Your Majesty has said that XXXX Marquise and XXX Countess can serve Your Excellency...
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The faces of Vereesa and Liadrin next to them suddenly turned bad. They are both famous and ruthless characters among the elves!
