Amidst the lightning and thunder, the air was torn apart from time to time, and the smell of burning filled the atmosphere. In the forest that turned into a sea of blazing fire, a silver figure spun and swam, occasionally dodging the incandescent lightning that struck from the sky.
Flying at high speed, Loran Hill swooped down at a low altitude, bringing up pieces of wood chips and sparks, which swayed and blurred in the high-temperature airflow, making it difficult for the pursuers behind to aim and hit it.
The pupils within the mask flickered, countless pieces of information flowing through his consciousness like a tide, constantly analyzing them. While fighting and dodging, Roland Hill was also constantly searching for Ibel's true identity.
If these monsters were under her command, they must be within her sight, but the forests and mountains would block such observation.
It will be there.
While he was thinking, several lightning eagles turned into lightning and flashed down, hitting the silver figure, bringing up bursts of debris and powder.
No, maybe the opponent can observe through Warcraft without having to go on the field himself.
During the flight, the girl looked at the data displayed on the screen in her field of vision. The activation level of the holy object was still reduced to 31%. She didn't have much time left.
No, no, the girl whispered quickly in her heart.
Although the War Sequence has great advantages in dealing with Warcraft, with both offensive and defensive capabilities, it is still too inconvenient in roaming and exploring.
The originally silver figure suddenly fell down and was submerged in a sea of fire. The lightning in the sky lost its target and began to concentrate on the disappeared area. Then frost sprayed from a distant place, dispersing the smoke and sparks.
In the ruins on the ground, a dark gold metal lotus lay motionless, reflecting a little light in the firelight. A minute passed tensely, and many electric falcons and thunder eagles descended, circled in the sky, and began to summon wandering electric pillars to clean up the land.
Lightning flashed, wood chips and sparks flew, and the place to hide in the sea of fire became smaller and smaller.
Finally, just as the electric pole was about to touch the metal lotus, several cyan cracks appeared. Then, a pair of soft wings slowly extended from it. The soft, long feathers were like ribbons, with a faint cyan hue amidst the white.
Then the pair of wings quickly opened, grew in the wind, and absorbed the mana and magic in the air.
Accompanying this pair of wings is Loran Hill with long green hair. She is covered with a turquoise satin dress with ribbons with plant patterns between her wide sleeves, dancing in the flames and wind.
I feel much more relaxed and clear around my body. Although I am currently only at Natural Sequence 6, I am much more flexible than Sequence 7.
The girl's thoughts danced, assuming it was due to compatibility. She was originally an original being skilled in wind and transformation, but advancing with a sacred object from the opposite realm was tantamount to tying her own hands.
This holy object was a trap from the very beginning. I am such a fool.
Well, although I suffered some losses, fortunately I also learned a lot of experience, and I won’t be fooled so easily in the future.
After figuring it all out, Loran Hill put away the holy relic in her hand and looked up at the countless lightning bolts approaching. She raised her right hand, and countless winds began to surround her body, as if cheering.
Her eyelashes fluttered and gently closed, and an emerald green swallowtail butterfly gradually took shape on the back of her finger. It was like crystallization of magic power stacked up layer by layer, and the surrounding flames and air currents slowly fell into a suppressed stagnation.
The backs of her fingers gradually approached, and the girl gently kissed the green wind butterfly formed on it. Then the butterfly broke into pieces, and countless violent air currents were suddenly released, sweeping up along with the fallen trees and flames around it.
The crimson wind and flames flooded the sky above like a raging storm. The sky became as bright as day, brilliant and bright, visible to all creatures within dozens of miles around.
With the help of the wind, every spark and particle was fully burned, and intense energy was released. High-energy particles formed by mana and magic swirled and washed over, shattering the obstructing molecules one by one, annihilating these electric falcons and thunder eagles, and dissipating them into the world like dust.
In this blazing sea of fire, Loran Hill spread his immense blue wings and slowly ascended into the air. A cool night wind began to sweep across the land, revealing the cold stars in the sky. The dark clouds of lightning gradually tore apart, revealing a hidden black dot tens of thousands of meters above the ground.
Sure enough, it was there.
Loran Hill understood in his heart, then aimed at the tiny black dot, opened his left hand, and a red cardamom seed fell into his palm, emitting a refreshing vitality.
Emerald green magic poured from the wrist, and the seed sprouted rapidly, blooming like a branch or vine, and then gradually extended upward and downward, forming a vine bow, with some tiny leaves and green-red berries visible at the corners.
"The land is watered by sweat, the wilderness is swept by the wind of abundance, and here I show the fruits of the promise."
A purple-red apple slowly emerged in front of the girl. Just by floating there motionless, it displayed amazing magic. The abundant power strengthened the poison, while the power of candy kept the poison at its most terrifying state. The three different powers were intertwined with each other, yet perfectly integrated, making people sink into and intoxicated.
A drop of bright red juice fell from the apple and landed on the tip of the arrow that was gradually forming, turning into a dark red thorn. As the girl gradually pulled the vine leaf bow in her hand to its full length, a strong sense of fate began to emerge.
It will definitely hit and kill the target it hits. This is the agreement intertwined with the witch's power.
The reason why Loran Hill had considered so many things before and still chose the Natural Order was because of the power of the Witch of Plenty and this golden apple. This was her sure-kill method without using the crown or her own power.
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