Tonatiu feels that his biggest flaw in combat is range attacks.
Although there are a wide range of attack spells that can be used, the damage is not low and the range is large enough.
To activate such a magical spell requires a huge amount of faith, and he is not willing to use it casually except when necessary.
Unlike mages, activating spells only requires mental energy and mana. Most of this can be recovered by sleeping or meditating for a while.
Can't compare!
Tonatiu sighed.
I can only comfort myself in my heart.
It's okay, although I'm not a mage, I can be a mage!
And when I was working as a mage, none of them had the power to resist! No matter on the battlefield or on the "battlefield"!
No, this is not directed at Modera.
When he was thinking like this.
Accompanied by a gust of breeze and the light of Elune, a tall and slender figure riding a hippogryph landed in front of Tonatiu.
With her ethereal purple-blue pupils, she stared at Tonatiu, who looked a little embarrassed after being covered in blood.
An ethereal voice sounded.
""elune-adore."
she says.
Tonatiu raised his thick eyebrows and replied in a foreign language he had just learned: "ahoras-ethil."
She seemed a little surprised when she heard the language spoken by the troll, and couldn't help but smile on her face, "ishnu-dal-dieb."
"Uh..." Tonatiu scratched his head and replied, ""sh, shahalor'ma?"
The heroic and beautiful female elf suddenly smiled, with a refreshing feeling similar to moonlight.
She said in troll language: "When I greet you with ishnu-dal-dieb, you should respond with ishnu-alah. This shahalor'ma should
It’s what I should use on you.”
"Okay. Since you can also speak our language, then I won't speak your language. Because in fact, I only know one or two words like this." Tonatiu also said with a smile.
"Hello, I am Shandris Feathermoon." The female elf jumped off the hippogryph and walked slowly to Tonatiu. The moonlight shone on her violet-colored face, giving her a sense of stability.
Feel.
heard this name.
Tonatiu was not surprised at all.
Such a large-scale meteor shower, such a terrifying star fall, even though he could do it even though he spent a huge amount of faith points.
But except him.
There should be only two people in Azeroth who can do it so easily.
She doesn't look like Brother Dan's dream lover and sister-in-law, so she can only be Brother Dan's god-niece Shandis Yuyue.
Moreover, Tanaris and Feralas are actually not that far away. As long as they can cross the mountains and don't go overland, they are actually very close.
In the case of Naralex being here, she would be there and understand.
"Hello. I am Tonatiu Azteca." Tonatiu nodded towards her in a friendly manner, her information flashing in his retinas:
Being able to launch such a powerful range attack and instantly destroy the insect swarm within a few kilometers of reaction, tmd is only level 18?
Tonatiu had some doubts about the system.
But then I thought about it.
Shandris Yuyue's attack most likely had nothing to do with her own strength, but most likely because of the existence hanging high in the sky.
Simply put, the power of her Moonlight Railgun and Starfall is actually borrowed, coming directly from Elune.
That's why the range and power are so exaggerated. After all, it's Elune...
If this is the reason.
It can barely explain that at her level, she is able to launch such a terrifying attack.
So does Tyrande.
She went from being a kaldorei common woman to being able to defeat demons in just a few years and not be afraid of Azshara, all because of Elune.
Later, Elune did not answer her prayers for a period of time, so she was chased and beaten, and finally transformed into the Moon Night War God in anger.
Shandris and Tyrande are actually priests primarily, supplemented by sentries, and are divine spellcasters.
The advantage of being a divine spellcaster is that you don't need to be powerful, as long as the god you believe in loves you enough and is powerful enough.
The shortcomings are also obvious.
That is, if one day the gods no longer favor them, or if the gods become weak, the magical casters will also become weaklings.
After all, it is borrowed power
Just like Old Fordring, Icecrown Citadel was so powerful when it jumped to kill Arthas.
On the coast of the Broken Islands, he was beaten to death by a group of demons.
The difference between Arthas and those ordinary demons is that Arthas might actually be able to win in a duel.
But Alsace was hacked to death.
The demons surrounded Fording and killed him.
The difference is that demons can use fel spells to temporarily block the call of the Holy Light by Paladins and Priests, so that the Holy Light cannot help His believers.
Without the help of the Holy Light, Fording was hacked to death.
With the help of the Holy Light, Fordring chopped off Frostmourne and killed Arthas.
These are the advantages and disadvantages of magical spellcasters. Simply put, the power does not belong to oneself, but is borrowed.
No matter how powerful the borrowed power is, there is always the possibility of losing it. Tyrande's future changes will prove this.
Think about it this way.
Tonatiu finally felt less puzzled. Although there were no special effects, at least his power was his own, not borrowed!
Even if there is no system.
He believes that having the aura of materialism, an ability that comes with his own soul, can have his own place in Azeroth, where mages are everywhere and there are as many spellcasters as dogs.
At most, the power is smaller and the speed of development is much slower, but there is no need to worry about things like Fording and Tyrande happening.
After simple greetings.
Under the friendly gaze of Tonatiu.
Shandris Feathermoon smiled at him and nodded, then turned to Naralex and the unconscious Thessaly.
for some reason.
The attitude of the two Kaldorei and the troll was quite friendly towards each other.
Naralex has returned to his normal Kaldorei form. He is holding Hisari with a bad look on his face.
"Lord Naralex, I salute you." Shandris Yuyue said softly.
General Sentinel respected this old druid who was almost the same age as his adoptive mother and adoptive father.
"Shandis, my sister." Naralex looked at Elune's darling, "I am relieved that you have arrived. Elune, please take a look at poor Thessaly.
This child is in very bad condition now."
Shandris Feathermoon hurriedly stepped forward.
When he saw Hisari's appearance, her beautiful and slender purple-blue eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.
"Your Majesty Elune, is this the curse of the Old Ones?!"
"This is a big problem!"
"Poor child." The sentry general couldn't help but feel moved, and said with some pity.
"call……"
Naralex's face was solemn, and he also let out a long sigh...
