Chapter 371: Wind! Wind! Great Wind!

Gavinrad now wielded two hammers, his original physical hammer, and the Storm Hammer, formed by the power of thunder, now held in his left hand.

Stepping out of the altar, Gavinrad exuded a terrifying power akin to a Thunderstrike with every step he took. Centered around his feet, a large amount of lightning spread from the ground that split open instantaneously. Small chunks of earth defied gravity and floated upwards, only to be shattered into dust by the lightning emanating from Gavinrad.

At this moment, Gavinrad was absolutely imposing, his aura was no less than that of a boss from the Burning Legion.

Even if someone told Duke now that Gavinrad Doomsayer was the real boss behind the scenes, Duke, unaware of the truth, would believe it eighty percent.

Unfortunately, Gavinrad revealed the secret himself with a single sentence.

Perhaps the rule of "coolness doesn't last more than three seconds" had taken effect.

Gavinrad asked a brainless question: "Uh, Boss Duke, will I electrocute my wife when I get married..."

The Windrunner sisters were dumbfounded, almost falling from the tree.

Duke rolled his eyes, "Idiot, can't you learn to control your power? Just in case, marry a female paladin. Guaranteed not to electrocute her!"

Duke didn't say the second half.

If you're really that stupid and can't control your power, then when you consummate the ceremony with your wife, let her bathe in the holy light under a Divine Shield.

Yes, young man, it's a good thing to censor the whole screen in actual combat.

Ignoring Gavinrad, Duke left him to watch the scene.

"Time is limited, which Windrunner wants to be the next to gain power? Gul'dan has already destroyed the energy field of the rune stone, in half a day, the energy will dissipate if not used. Moreover, this is the power passed down by the ancestors of the high elves for thousands of years!"

The Windrunner sisters looked at each other, none of them could move.

Duke's next sentence made them unable to calm down.

"This is the Storm Altar! The altar that awakens the power of suitable beings! The directions that can be awakened are nothing more than three—thunder, fire, and wind..."

The power of the wind!

This was a temptation that every Windrunner could not resist.

Once upon a time, the Windrunners prided themselves on their unparalleled archery. In their hearts, there was nothing they couldn't kill with one arrow.

Unfortunately, more and more powerful monsters overturned their thinking.

Death Knights who might not 'die' even if shot through the head.

Ogres with two heads and three hearts.

According to Duke, in the world of Draenor where the orcs originally lived, there was a powerful creature that ruled the ogres, they were called Gronn. These terrifying creatures usually have a height of over ten meters, a huge body, and unparalleled brute force. In the coming days, they could potentially become a war tool for the orcs.

They couldn't imagine the sight of such a terrifying giant beast rampaging through the elf battle line.

Improving oneself has become a very urgent need.

Moreover, it was the power of the wind.

The inherent power of the Windrunners.

Irresistible!

As the eldest sister, Alleria was the first to step forward: "Duke, is this power safe?"

Duke sighed, "These are, after all, the powers left by your high elf ancestors. And they have been purified by the Light..."

"Alright, I'll go first. If it's safe,

I'll let you all come."

Alleria's graceful figure stood in the center of the altar, and Duke quickly began to cast the spell. After a brief incantation, there was no terrifying thunder and lightning like when Gavinrad awakened. Instead, a gentle whirlwind rose around Alleria.

Gentle, soft, like a mother caressing her child, whispering a gentle lullaby in the child's ear.

This feeling of a gentle breeze was very comfortable, so comfortable that everyone present had a drowsy feeling.

Everyone heard the sound of the wind.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." It was the pulse of the earth, the breath of the sky.

Gently spreading her arms, Alleria let her entire body bathe in the wind.

In the wind, there was the scent of grass, the fragrance of soil, the unique aroma of the forest...

Listening to the voice of the wind, accepting the teachings of the wind, Alleria was in a daze, intoxicated. The intense energy reaction on the altar gradually subsided. The three Windrunner sisters watched their eldest sister, who was sitting softly in the middle of the altar, with tense hearts.

Sylvanas, the most rebellious and easily excited, stared at Duke.

Duke made an OK gesture, but when he realized they didn't understand, he changed it to a thumbs-up.

Even though they were mostly reassured, the three Windrunner sisters were still nervously watching their eldest sister.

Suddenly, Alleria, who had her eyes closed, stood up. She took out her longbow, bent the bow and pulled the string, but did not notch an arrow.

Shooting an empty string, this was a basic of archery.

What was their eldest sister doing?

Alleria's next action gave everyone the answer.

She shot an arrow.

When she pulled the bowstring into an almost full moon shape, a gale rose around the altar.

The storm was gathering, responding to Alleria Windrunner's request, voluntarily forming a wind arrow in less than half a second.

This was not an illusion, the three Windrunner sisters all clearly saw the distortion of the scene where the arrow should have been notched. Normally, this kind of scene only occurs when high temperatures cause the water vapor on the ground to evaporate, distorting the light.

Now, it appeared in Alleria's hand.

As her two slender fingers released, the sound of the vibrating bowstring suddenly rang out.

But there was no sound of an arrow being shot.

No one saw the trajectory of the arrow, everyone just instinctively gazed in the direction the bow was aimed at.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

When the time entered the third second, there was a reaction 500 meters away.

A huge blood flower bloomed in the treetops.

For humans, that was beyond the limit of sight, in human eyes, it was just a small dot.

For the elves with amazing vision, it was also a huge test. However, the three Windrunner sisters all saw it.

Unparalleled precision.

Astonishing shooting power.

Five hundred meters away, an arrow pierced the chest, and the entire troll was blown into countless pieces from the chest.

It was a troll scout!

Just finding this stealthy creature, whose color was almost the same as the forest, from 500 meters away was already very impressive.

Not to mention this almost super-visual range attack?

Alleria finally opened her eyes, a warm smile on her dignified face: "My sisters, I strongly suggest you also explore the limits of your own power."