Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 401: Exposed

At first glance, it looked like a mage was casting Arcane Explosion, with a huge purple-blue ball of light expanding at high speed. But if you look closely, it is actually a huge energy turbulence that continuously sputters out arcane energy in the form of Arcane Missiles.

This huge ball of arcane energy, after destroying the target it was supposed to attack, suddenly crashed into another hill in the distance.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!" The violent arcane energy transformed into countless blue arrows of light, turning the entire hill into a sieve. Gravel flew everywhere, and dust settled in the wet breeze unique to the wetland.

No wonder Wenresa was so excited. Doing this and creating such intense fluctuations in arcane energy was tantamount to telling the red dragon flying in the sky that something big had happened here.

The dragons know how much damage a master Mage can cause, and they will never ignore it.

In this age of widespread illiteracy, perhaps some people know that human magic comes from the high elves, but very few people know that dragons are the ancestors of magic. In ancient times, when the Titans of creation arranged five dragons to become the guardian dragons of the world of Azeroth, they arranged the oldest blue dragon king Malygos as the guardian of magic.

The other dragons each have their own characteristics, but they are all quite sensitive to magic.

While cursing, Vereesa took off the longbow that was slung across her back with a dazzling movement, bent the bow and put an arrow on it.

The orc who had just been killed was certainly not worthy of Veresa's concern.

The enemy comes from the air.

Rhonin, who had just unleashed his magical power and had not yet recovered from the violent but overly effective magic attack, suddenly felt a shudder passing through him, which scared him so much that he almost jumped up from the ground.

Something is approaching.

He looked up at the sky and saw only thick dark clouds that looked like gray cotton wool.

"Idiot, hurry up!" Gavinrad grabbed the troublemaker's collar with his big hand and pulled him onto his horse.

Rhonin's face turned pale as he realized that he had messed up again. Just because of a few orc laborers lying in ambush in a mud hole beside the swamp, he had alarmed the god of death in the sky.

He tried to look up on the bumpy horse's back, and he saw an invisible ripple in the eastern sky, spreading out in all directions with something as the center. It was a bit like a drop of water falling on the water, rippling out a circle of ripples, but more violent.

The clouds were violently torn apart.

Then, a sound like a muffled thunder made Rhonin open his eyes in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying roar was heard in the air. Rhonin's body tensed up involuntarily. A black shadow broke through the clouds and expanded rapidly in his field of vision.

In just a few seconds, the nearby ground was covered by a huge shadow.

A deafening roar erupted in the sky, tearing the atmosphere apart like a hurricane. Rhonin struggled to sit on the horse's back, turned his head and barely looked up at the sky, but unfortunately this time he saw a hellish scene.

A huge dragon, as red as fire, filled the sky above, and it held Rhonin's still struggling and neighing warhorse in its front paws. The supply bag that Rhonin had carefully prepared kept falling off the warhorse's back.

The crimson behemoth swallowed the rest of the food in its claws, and its eyes were fixed on the tiny and pitiful human below. On its shoulder sat a green monster holding a battle axe, with long sharp fangs and a ferocious face. Finger Rhonin roared harshly, as if issuing orders to the dragon.

The dragon roared and stretched out its huge claws, swooping down at him.

"Damn it! You're such a disaster!" Gavinrad cursed, not hiding his hatred for Rhonin. Even though Rhonin didn't face the Paladin, he could still feel the Paladin's rage.

No wonder Gavinrad was angry.

Rhonin is a troublemaker. If you don't mess with him, you'll be messing with a young dragon over a thousand years old. You know, according to intelligence, this is the strongest red dragon in the entire wetland. The extremely old dragons with independent names have all gone to attack the Hillsbrad Foothills area.

It couldn't be any darker!

"Awala-Malusaada!" At this time, Marian*Fire Wing, who was not far from them, released a more violent series of magic.

A huge ball of chaotic icy energy as big as a carriage condensed in front of Marian's raised left palm.

The sound of breaking wind was heard constantly. Unlike Rhonin's out-of-control violent magic, Marian showed her strong control ability as a high-level magician. The ice arrows shot out not only formed a net to cover the red dragon, but also had a very clear arc.

Marian was able to adjust the shooting angle after the magic was fired in order to maximize the chance of hitting the target.

The giant dragon that was already in a diving state was worthy of being a thousand-year-old dragon. During the high-speed dive that seemed completely unable to change direction to outsiders, it suddenly climbed more than thirty meters with just a flap of its wings.

If Marian's Ice Arrow Rain, whose shooting range is larger than that of the Blizzard magic, could adjust its shooting angle by itself, the dragon would really be able to dodge it.

Even so, the dragon dodged most of the frost arrows. As for the remaining ones, the dragon directly countered them with a breath of dragon breath without charging.

Except for two shots...

Obviously, these two ice arrows are Marian's biggest killer move.

They look exactly the same on the surface, but in fact they contain at least ten times more frost elements than ordinary ice arrows. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Not only is it powerful, it can also accelerate suddenly!

The previous moment it was almost as fast as a flying bird, and the next moment it turned into two meteors, which shot at the orc on the dragon's back, one on the left and one on the right, almost without any order.

How could a mere Dragonmaw Orc Cavalry withstand the attack of a veteran Archmage-class mage?

In one breath, the entire orc had turned into an ice sculpture. The tremors of the dragon's ascent alone had caused the ice sculpture to crack and disintegrate, turning into a wisp of dissipating ice crystal dust in a few breaths.

Unfortunately, this was the best Marianne could do.

If they were to fight head-on on land, it would take a while to know who would win. But when an elven mage who couldn't fly faced a dragon that could soar freely and perform various tactical maneuvers, Marianne, who could only fight on land, would be at a great disadvantage.

Even though Duke, who had rushed over, had fired a barrage of arcane missiles at the dragon, he still couldn't stop it from soaring into the sky. The dragon circled at an altitude of nearly 300 meters for a full circle, its terrifying yellow vertical pupils carefully looking at the three mages below.

"I'm sorry, Alliance mage, I must report your presence to Nekros."

In the five-member team below, everyone's pupils shrank.

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