Chapter 314: Dream of Flight

Flight?

Such a lofty name.

Ever since the birth of mankind, countless individuals have attempted to break free from the shackles of gravity and soar into the sky.

In the world of Azeroth, there are no Wright brothers, but there are dwarves who dare to build flying machines.

Cough, I digress.

Windrunner—among the rangers, and even in the entire world of the high elves, it represents the ultimate in wind and speed.

However, it is a pitty Windrunners can't truly command the wind and fly into the sky.

No matter how many years pass, perhaps until the moment of their death, the Windrunner sisters will never forget the question they asked their parents when they were young: Why can't Windrunners fly?

Alleria asked this.

Sylvanas asked this.

Vereesa and Lirath were no different.

Even as they grew older, even knowing that elves are not dragons and are not born with the ability to fly.

What they still harbored deep in their hearts was the same dream, the same desire.

Flight.

Now Duke is boldly saying 'he will show them off and let them fly'?

The Windrunner sisters don't know what 'showing off' means.

But as far as they know, there is no spell in Azeroth that can truly make people fly.

"How are you going to do it?" Sylvanas' eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

"Hmph! If you disappoint your sister, the consequences will be severe, you know?" Alleria posed elegantly, her left hand supporting her right elbow, her right hand propping up her chin. Underneath her mature and steady exterior, a wild and passionate heart was throbbing.

They've known Duke for a while now.

Every time, they were intrigued by Duke's magic. A human who always has countless novelties is easy to win the favor of the active Windrunners.

Duke is like a wonderful book, seemingly not thick, and feels like it can be finished in a glance. But when you read it carefully, there are always new surprises.

Their attention was focused on Duke.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "I plan to do it like this..."

Suddenly, 128 Mage Hands simultaneously shot Ice Arrows into the sky from various angles.

No, it's not as simple as Ice Arrows.

This is an Ice Shard Rain, which sacrifices damage for a higher firing speed.

The casting time of a level 1 Ice Arrow is the shortest. With the support of various super magic specialties, the casting time of each Ice Arrow is reduced to less than half a second. Without the additional infusion of ice elements, they are just chunks of ice crystals shot into the sky.

From a distance, it looks like a continuously erupting ice fountain.

Duke bowed slightly: "Beautiful Windrunner ladies, the magnificent stage is ready. Aren't you going to perform a 'Dance of the Wind'?"

Alleria and Sylvanas' emerald eyes sparkled with surprise. They fully understood that Duke wanted them to use the shot ice crystals as stepping stones to jump into the air and attack.

For ordinary people, this is absolutely an impossible task.

Stepping on a flying ice shard to jump to a higher altitude, then stepping on another higher ice shard to jump up again, using the ice shards as leverage throughout, jumping more than two hundred meters into the air, and then attacking the orc riders on the backs of the red dragons.

It sounds like a crazy and impossible idea.

For ordinary people, perhaps it is.

But for the Windrunners, it's a different story.

In a sense, this is no different from what they do when they lightly traverse through tall forests, jumping from one branch to another.

The only difference is the height, and... whether Duke can provide enough ice shards at the right places for them to use as leverage.

If a stranger asked them to do this, the Windrunner sisters would definitely scoff.

But he is Duke Markus, a super sage, a miraculous man who saved fifty thousand Stormwind soldiers with his magical ice ship.

They didn't ask anything like "Can I trust you?" Instead, it was the most mature and steady eldest sister who challenged her younger sister.

"Dear sister, want to have a competition?" Alleria, looking dashing, smiled charmingly, raising her longbow, looking like a hunter about to hunt turkeys.

"Oh, my beloved sister, how do you want to compete?" The once future banshee queen, Sylvanas, completely provoked, smirked, returning a challenging smile.

"By quantity. Of course, whoever gets the jackpot is the first." Alleria glanced at Zuluhed, who was at the highest altitude.

"What's the wager?" The once future banshee queen chuckled mischievously, "How about whoever loses has to call Duke 'good brother' ten times?"

The four Windrunner sisters, even the 'youngest' Lirath, are over a thousand years old. Although the Windrunners are not a family that sticks to etiquette and seniority, calling a young man not even 20 years old 'brother' feels embarrassingly wrong!

Before Alleria could agree, Duke answered first.

"Good!"

Alleria, the great demon king, gave Duke a hard look for trying to take advantage, but in the end, she almost imperceptibly nodded her head.

The sisters didn't say what the winner's prize would be.

Simply put, for the Windrunners who love the wind and freedom—flight is the best reward.

The next second, two beautiful figures disappeared from the spot.

In the "whooshing" sound of the ice crystals shooting into the sky, there were some low collision sounds. Every ice crystal that deviated from its predetermined trajectory was accompanied by a nimble green shadow, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

"Hahaha!"

"Giggles!"

Clear laughter, hearty laughter, laughter that could haunt one's dreams, the laughter of the Windrunner sisters rose with the increasingly high ice fountain, reaching nearly three hundred meters into the sky.

The seemingly randomly shot ice crystals, of course, could not hit the flying red dragons, but enough footholds allowed the Windrunner sisters to close the distance between them and the dragon riders. This allowed them to display their explosively beautiful archery skills.

"Dance of the Three Arrows"

A ranger's bow skill that shoots three rounds of arrows in a short time. In the hands of the Windrunner sisters, this becomes a divine skill of three arrows at a time, three rounds of nine arrows.

Stepping on an ice shard no bigger than an adult's palm, Alleria bent her waist backwards to pursue the shooting angle. Under the force of her waist and abdomen, her attractive mermaid line was clearly visible. Despite the high speed and the narrow dodge of a dragon's breath by a hair's breadth, Alleria fell into a state of extreme calm just before shooting.