A strong wind blew up.
The blue titan rune on Storm Watcher Amaron flashed, and immediately a tornado like a level 12 typhoon was set off.
The fierce storm made Amaron's huge body look a little blurry. You know, Sylvanas was only twenty meters away from this eight-story-tall giant!
"Mortal, since you have chosen to challenge yourself and pursue the path to the divine realm, then use your body to feel the greatness of the storm—"
The giant's rumbling sound completely merged with the thunder.
Dark clouds came from nowhere and covered the dome of the entire hemispherical hall. It was dark and quite scary.
What made Sylvanas' face even colder was that she suddenly found that she had lost almost all her means of attack.
With that level of strong wind, the arrow will be deflected as soon as it leaves the bow. Bow skills and parabolas are useless. This is pure elemental crushing.
Unless she makes a breakthrough in the elemental realm, Emalon will be an unsolvable existence for her.
Back off, back off, and back off again.
The ranger's proud evasion ability is meaningless in the face of such wide-area damage. The elf's frail body will be destroyed once it is pulled into the storm.
"Tsk." Sylvanas spat fiercely.
The scope of the tornado continued to expand amid Amarlon's laughter. At the beginning, it only occupied the center of the hall, but now it has become a large circle.
Originally, Sylvanas had a circle to move around in, but in the end it almost became a narrow circular line.
True, she could have pushed the palace back the way it came, but that would have been the most tragic failure for her.
She can dodge, she can retreat, but she can never run away.
Because this is her path, her strong heart, and her final stubbornness.
Originally, she could have been a salary thief like before the Dark Gate incident.
Even if she becomes queen, she can still be a pure politician.
Even hiding in Duke's arms, being a happy little woman.
Anyway, she has her sister and Duke, who can serve as her umbrella to protect her from wind and rain.
"The road - but I chose it myself!" As if it was self-mockery, or some kind of self-hypnosis, after saying this, Sylvanas was filled with a spiritual brilliance that was almost like a martyr.
Duke, who was far away, felt heartbroken, not to mention the Windrunner sisters who were watching this scene in Karazhan at this moment.
"Ah!" For a moment, Alleria had the urge to call Duke to save her second sister at all costs.
But she saw Duke with his fists clenched and his teeth clenched.
At this time, Vereesa held his hand and shook her head: "Lu was chosen by the second sister. Both we and Duke can only support her. She is not a canary living in a birdcage, but a seagull singing and soaring in the storm!"
"Yes." Alleria nodded heavily, her eyes filled with tears.
Over there, Sylvanas moved.
There was no attacking posture, and he didn't even pick up the newly acquired artifact bow that was the envy of all the Alliance hunters and rangers in the world due to the singing of bards and the propaganda of the Alliance. Instead, he dived into the storm with a graceful diving posture.
In the eyes of others, this is undoubtedly like a moth flying into a flame and seeking one's own destruction.
The Windrunner sisters lowered their heads and dared not look.
Even Lor'themar and Halduron, who were far away in the Sin'dorei homeland, were mentally prepared for the possibility of losing their Queen.
Duke even took out the artifact Atiesh and opened the short-distance space portal.
However, at this moment when everyone was paying attention, a powerful female voice came out from the strong wind -
"Don't underestimate me! My last name is Windrunner!"
Almost everyone who was watching the battle through Duke's wizard's eyes had the same reaction: surprise at first, then joy.
In the magic mirror, Sylvanas' performance shocked the mortals. Her seemingly slender body actually rotated at high speed along with the swirl of the tornado.
That's a speed many times more brutal than throwing it into a washing machine.
How many revolutions per minute?
The naked eyes of mortals are completely unable to keep up with Sylvanas' movements. Even the ranger heroes with the best eyesight can only keep up with her shadow.
Was it fifty laps? A hundred laps? Anyway, no one could count it except Duke.
Everyone only saw Duke taking back Atiesh, and everyone understood what that meant immediately.
The surnames in this world are different from those before Duke crossed over. In the original world, "Mitara" or something like that represented where he was born.
Surnames in Azeroth often represent bloodlines. Sunstrider plays with fire. And Windrunner walks on the wind.
But no one expected that the upper limit of the Windrunner family's bloodline power would be so astonishing.
The night elves originated from the most elementally gifted part of the trolls.
The High Elves were the most magically talented group of Night Elves.
In order to maintain the magical talent of the next generation, the upper class of the high elves have used various methods to maintain the "purity of bloodline" in the past eight thousand years. For example, mages above the level of Archmage can only marry those of the same level. Therefore, the Silvermoon Council was formed at that time. It was a behemoth with power, interests and bloodline intertwined, and even the king could not resist it.
Elves who lost their spellcasting abilities were considered inferior, which is why there were various ranger families that did not have a high status in Quel'Thalas at the time.
Sylvanas now could no longer be called a simple ranger. The extreme wind energy in her body could be clearly felt even through the magic mirror.
Because the wind has changed color!
The wind in Emarlon was grayish white, and now the place where Sylvanas was flying at high speed had turned purple-black.
Duke froze in shock.
His eyes were cast upon the lightning that kept flashing from the clouds above the dome of the hall. The lightning that seemed harmless to outsiders was actually engaging in an alarming confrontation.
Duke was a little unfamiliar with it, but he still recognized this method: when Gavinrad obtained the Wind Sword, the Wind Prince Sunderland used it.
This means that Sylvanas, who seems to be at a disadvantage, is directly mobilizing the power of thunder in the clouds.
This is definitely not the power of an ordinary person!
Others couldn't even see Queen Sylvanas' figure clearly, but Duke could see it clearly with the help of the system: a purple emblem similar to lightning was reflected in Sylvanas' eyes. It was shining and faintly wrapped in a dimmer, tornado-like light.
"You..." Emmaron, realizing something was wrong, began to pay close attention to Sylvanas.
An extremely uneasy feeling enveloped him. That feeling was too distant. He didn't know how much time had passed since a great being with the same terrifying aura had almost blown him to ashes with one blow.