Chapter 401 Jump Off the Cliff, Troll (5600 Monthly Pass)

Duke was also dumbfounded.

He never expected that under Kael'thas' full strength, he could create such an exaggerated and insane wall of fire.

No, this is no longer a firewall. Because this kind of wall of fire that moves forward should be called [Fire Wave Art].

Ordinary earth mages cannot cast fire waves. The sky mage can probably create a 20-meter-wide fire wave in a short time.

Duke calculated his limit a little bit, and estimated that it was about two hundred meters wide, and he couldn't bear it.

That's right, the morning star mage can indeed produce magic power by himself as a small nuclear reactor. But just like the name of the morning star, that is only the magic power output of the light of the stars.

Considering that Kaizi is only Huiyue now, according to the estimate given by the system prompt, it would be great for Kael'thas to create a fire wave with a width of at most 500 meters.

Now it is a full two kilometers wide, even if it is a short-term magic, it is not difficult to imagine, the magic power required in it and the mental power required to control the magic so that it does not go berserk are astronomical. Without a lot of top-level epic-level magic equipment, it is impossible to survive.

Sure enough, a local tyrant, oh, no, it should be said, it really deserves to be the home of an emperor.

The wealth of the Sunchaser Wang family, which has been passed down for nearly seven thousand years, is indeed unimaginable to outsiders. Casual out of a piece of low-level goods that you don't care about is already a rare commodity that is enough to make Dalaran a large number of Faye civil wars.

Wang Erdai, let's be good friends!

Of course, Duke, who claimed to be an honest and reliable young man, would never have any idea of ​​Kael'thas. Well, I silently remembered that before crossing, he swiped Kaizi's book countless times, that's another matter.

The troll below is miserable.

No one would have thought that the rune stone circle could still be used in this way.

The rune stone itself can create a huge wind and thunder tornado anywhere in the Eversong Forest, killing all the creatures inside. Duke went in the opposite direction, and at the moment when he couldn't gather the power of wind and thunder, he directly drew more power from the veins of the earth.

Exhausted ground veins can easily form huge underground cavities.

There was no problem at all.

But not long ago, this place was tossed by all kinds of huge war machines of the orcs. Duke emptied the ground veins again, which made the ground lose its support in a disguised way, and then under the calculation of the system, it became a perfect trap.

Now, all Kael'thas has to do is force these trolls into the pit.

The violent flames swept across the entire battlefield plain. The flames made the surrounding temperature rise steadily, and the air was greatly heated. Leaving aside the flames constantly flying in the turbulent flow, even inhaling such high-temperature air would cause severe burns to the lungs.

Once the flame falls on any combustible object, it will immediately rise into a blazing flame. Driven by Kael'thas, the fire burned everything along the way.

A distant memory rose in each troll's mind, and they suddenly found themselves, like their ancestors, driven mercilessly by magical elves. Leaving the land where they stood, leaving the homeland where they lived, step by step towards death and disillusionment.

The monstrous flames could easily remind them of the burned capital of the Amani Empire...

"Ahhh——" the trolls screamed in horror.

This screech was like their ancestors, panic and despair.

"No—it's impossible!" Zujin frantically urged his own wind power, trying to use the wind to fight Kael'thas' flames.

At this moment, without Kael'thas reminding, more powerful elves made their moves.

Astromancer Calpurnia merged her flames into Kael'thas' flames.

Kael'thas' chief astrologist, Solanlian, was doing the same thing.

Not only them, but more members of the Silvermoon Council joined the battle, encouraging this huge wave of fire to sweep towards the troll.

"Beep, beep, beep!" The flames scorched everything.

This surging wall of flames reminded the trolls of the distant dark ages told by their ancestors, when a forest fire could often destroy a troll clan.

Now, this fear is pressing deep in the heart of every troll on the battlefield.

They kept retreating, because they were afraid of the flames and falling off the cliff, nearly fifty thousand trolls huddled together along the long and deep ravine.

The hearts of all the trolls constricted with too much fear, and the horrified cries of their companions as they faced death added to the confusion of the ranks.

Trolls began to be squeezed into deep fissures in the earth.

The hapless ghost waved his limbs in terror. Blood poured from all over his body, and his vision changed from being filled with blazing light to pitch black in an instant. He unconsciously opened his mouth wide, letting the gust of wind rush into his lungs when he fell. After falling for an unknown number of seconds, he lost consciousness directly under the impact of an indescribably violent force.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" came out of the deep darkness, and the echoing echoes made it impossible for them to judge how deep the crack was.

Panic spread further.

The fire wave is getting closer, getting closer!

Some trolls rushed into the fire wave desperately, trying to vent their last anger on the elves through the fire wave. But within a few steps, his whole body was scorched black, turned into a ball of coke, and fell to his knees in the flames.

More trolls were squeezed into the deep ravine in groups in panic and shoving.

On the city wall, countless high elves left behind pressed their chests excitedly, and their fair faces flushed with excitement. They stared at this scene, for fear of missing any details.

It's the end of the hateful trolls!

This is the end of the trolls who slaughtered their compatriots, their loved ones, who should have killed a thousand knives!

And at this moment, their great prince, Kael'thas* Sunstrider, avenged them!

They chanted slogans frantically, so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

Huolang has already been taken over by many high elf powerhouses, and Kael'thas has finally let go of the biggest burden. He summoned his phoenix mount 'Ao', and it stood above the battlefield in an almost hovering posture. Unconsciously, he looked back and saw Duke standing on the city wall.

Duke was very calm, his dark and deep eyeballs were like the endless starry sky, with a kind of indifference that could determine the life and death of thousands of living beings while talking and laughing.

Duke watched the entire battlefield peacefully, but gave Kael'thas an illusion, as if the entire Quel'Thalas was under Duke's control.

Surprisingly, Kael'thas did not have any sense of terror or uneasiness.

On the contrary, Kael'thas actually had a trance feeling that if the country was entrusted to Duke, the people might live better.

He dared not tell anyone this feeling. Because this kind of feeling is definitely not what a **** who wants to control the entire country in the future should have.

Kael'thas smiled and waved to Duke, but all the elves thought it was the prince who was waving to them.

Immediately there was a burst of cheers from the tsunami!

Amen, I'm also drunk, and I just paid off the August monthly pass...