Chapter 798 Twelve Golden Kidney Fighters

Prince Kael'thas stood up at some point and stepped aside in embarrassment, with shock written all over his face.

The face of Sun King Anastrian had no human color, and his face was constantly stirring up dark magic, and his face was rising and falling like waves.

"Impossible! Impossible! This absolutely can't be true!"

Anastrian was going crazy.

He simply didn't want to believe that Duke, an outsider and a despicable thief, could actually use the power of the Sunwell more smoothly than he, the real owner.

Even he only dares to use a giant magic circle to purify the magic power of the Sunwell, and only uses the mildest part of the magic power.

Why can Duke actually do this? ?

With a thought in his mind, twelve magic towers at the front of the Palace of the Sun simultaneously bloomed with brilliant arcane light. The next moment, accompanied by a strange sizzling sound as if a powerful electric current was overloaded, twelve magic lights merged. As one, it spanned a distance of nearly a hundred meters and exploded in front of Duke.

Duke exhaled loudly, and two words popped out of his beautiful mouth: "Libra!"

That is a concept that does not belong to the world of Azeroth - Libra!

In Duke's original world, the legendary Greek goddess of war and wisdom, Athena, established twelve harems for her twelve faces. Ahem, I was wrong.

It should be said that this was simply Duke, who was deeply poisoned by a certain animation, casually following the tricks set by the legendary Zodiac.

The use of all elemental magic at or below Sunrise is nothing more than three steps: the first is to attract the maximum amount of magic power that one can control; the second is to shape and control the magic power; the third is to use the magic power in a safe and correct manner. way to release.

When shaping magic power, not only must the mage's control be taken into consideration, but also whether the mage's own imagination can cooperate is also very important.

Instead of using magic models that are unfamiliar to him but are theoretically the most optimized, why not use some magic forms that are more suitable but that Duke himself is most proficient in?

Therefore, what the high elves saw from a distance was a shining golden warrior with a vague face, but wearing a strange-shaped armor, holding a huge golden round shield, blocking Duke.

A heroic spirit?

Or is it some kind of intelligent elemental creature?

No one could figure it out, but it was obvious that the attack of the Sun King and the entire Royal Court Mage Tower was easily blocked.

The scattered elemental aftermath easily shattered the solid white jade steps. This kind of expensive special stone, which may not crack even if hit dozens of times with a big hammer, easily turned into pieces under such a violent elemental impact. The slag powder exploded.

"No! What is this? Summoning? Or something else..." Anasritian was speechless for a moment.

No, in fact, he thought too much. This was just Du's pretense.

"The Fallen." Duke told the Sun King: "True power can never be obtained through twisted sacrifice. And when you do this, you can only go further and further down the road of self-destruction."

"I don't need you to point fingers at me!" The Sun King let out a louder roar. He clasped his hands together, and the gorgeous staff suspended one meter above his head began to rotate clockwise at high speed.

The mage towers standing throughout the royal court also began to stir up violent elemental fluctuations.

Obviously this is another big move.

Duke didn't have any room to let the opponent make bigger moves.

Even though he has mastered the mana leyline extending from the Sunwell, in fact the so-called infinite magic power is just a virtual image.

After all, what he mastered was only the branches, not the Sunwell itself, not to mention that Arthas was rushing to the Sunwell in an attempt to use the Sunwell to resurrect Kel'Thuzad.

Well, if others use the Sunwell, they can at most draw some magic power or something. This guy Alsace is much more disgusting than the famous dog [Alasjia].

Even those who say he is a troublemaker are flattering him.

The Sunwell, which was used by the Two Fools in history, was directly contaminated by the strong evil power, causing corruption and plague throughout Quel'Thalas.

What kind of stirrup is this? This is clearly a bomb that blew up the septic tank!

If he doesn't want Alleria and Vereesa to look heartbroken when they return in the future, Duke's only option is to fight quickly!

"Drink!" Duke scolded, and a large circle of golden ripples suddenly spread across the sky. The twelve golden steps at Duke's feet suddenly transformed into twelve illusory golden giants that were five people tall.

Twelve giant god-like Golden Kidney Fighters, wielding completely different weapons, each carrying elemental energy with different attributes, quickly rushed toward the mage towers in every corner of the royal court.

The Sun King was shocked.

The reason why the mage tower group is difficult to deal with is that often a mage tower can only have one main attribute. With more mage towers, they can support each other with magic of different attributes. No matter who the enemy is, they can always find a corresponding method.

Now Duke moved his finger, and the twelve golden giants rushed over, scaring the Sun King's Huiyue-level lich to the point of peeing.

Where is this illusory golden man?

These are clearly twelve Sun-level mage towers that can run, fly, and self-destruct!

Of course, Duke cannot fully control the Sunwell with earth-shattering power. If all Duke can absolutely control is a basin of water as big as a basin, then the sunwell is at least a standard 50 by 25 meter swimming pool.

However, even if Duke is holding a basin, as long as a pool of water is not poured directly on Duke's head, Duke has the ability to use this basin to channel the amazing power of the Sunwell.

The simplest is, of course, drainage.

Suddenly there was a burst of golden light.

The elemental power that jumped out from the magic tower was crushed by the even greater power of the sunwell.

Twelve shocking explosions were heard in random order.

The golden dome, the white jade tower, and the mysterious magical power lingering on them were all destroyed in this moment. The golden twelve-kidney warrior who crashed into it used its more powerful destructive power to easily completely destroy these towers that had stood in Silver Moon City for more than five thousand years.

The mage tower exploded, and the lichs inside were naturally unlikely to fare well.

Their gloomy souls, with indescribable fear, hovered on the rubble-filled ruins. Looking at their shattered bodies that could never be restored, they opened their eyes wide and then turned toward Duke. …

"No--" The cries from the soul level were hollow and weird, and it was almost impossible to hear how noble and elegant the owner of these sounds was during his lifetime.

Unfortunately, they could only shout to vent their anger and fear.

Duke, who is simply possessed by the Sun God at this moment, is not someone that weak souls like them who have lost their support can approach.

As long as they enter a hundred meters around Duke, they will be burned by the terrifying heat until their souls are turned into soul dregs.