Chapter 313: Show Off and Soar with You

The Arrow of the Wind, a unique skill of the Windrunner family.

The formidable Windrunners can let this feather-light arrow drift with the wind.

Yes! Not shoot, not pierce, but drift!

By locking onto the opponent's weak point in the wind, the shot arrow follows the preset wind trajectory to its destination.

When a body moves in the air, every action of the limbs has to displace the air near the target.

The flow of air is wind.

If you don't understand the rules of the wind, or if you use something to break the rules of the wind, then no matter how you dodge, no matter how much wind you stir up in the process, the Arrow of the Wind will still hit where it wants to hit.

However, no matter what level of divine skill this is, it still crosses the boundary of skill and falls into the category of natural magic.

Originally, Sylvanas and Alleria's Arrows of the Wind were invincible. Even when facing the orc warlocks, there was no situation where they couldn't hit. Of course, it's another matter if the other party uses a shield to resist.

And the Arrow of the Wind is indeed a nemesis for the Dragonmaw clan dragon riders who have almost no armor to reduce weight.

What the two Windrunners never expected was that in the Horde camp, the only powerful shaman was in the sky. Every qualified shaman is a master of natural magic.

When they encountered Zuluhed, the long-range magic arrows of the Windrunner sisters were completely countered.

It's not that the Windrunner sisters can't beat Zuluhed.

The so-called duel itself has an unfair premise - dragons. Although it's unclear which dragon Zuluhed is riding, judging by the size of the red dragon, it is definitely a dragon over 1,000 years old, capable of transforming into a human form, casting a large amount of magic, a true dragon in the real sense.

Originally, the ground forces were already at a disadvantage against the air forces, completely defeated in terms of mobility, not to mention that Zuluhed was riding an adult red dragon, a true master of the skies. Zuluhed can comfortably defend without attacking, letting the dragon deal with anyone.

These two factors combined have caused the Windrunner sisters to suffer a great loss.

Especially those brave Stromgarde ballista operators, if they were really burned to death, Sylvanas might not be able to forgive herself for a long time.

"No—" It was that long, mournful cry again.

Rangers can perhaps become a sharp attacker, but unfortunately, rangers can never become protectors like paladins. Sylvanas almost watched as the flames of the red dragon descended on those warriors who had the courage to come out but were helplessly facing the arrival of death's flames.

For ordinary humans, Sylvanas didn't have any special feelings. But for these people who bear her promise, if they die, it is undoubtedly a mockery and destruction of Sylvanas' pride.

Even Alleria, not far away, tightly shook her red lips: Perhaps this will destroy the humans' trust in us?

At this moment, the hearts of the Windrunner sisters were both pained.

A familiar flash of white light saved those ballista operators, and also saved the promise of the Windrunners.

Mage Hand

It's this thing again.

When a Mage hand instantly splits, from one to two, then two to four, all the way to 128, it might just look like a magic trick.

When 128 Hands of Magic simultaneously cast Cone of Cold, using 128 small ice whirl

winds to form a huge ice wind wall, blocking the breath of five young red dragons; when the elements of ice and fire collide fiercely in mid-air, creating a gorgeous boundary line of ice and fire...

Alleria and Sylvanas simultaneously shouted out the same name in infinite surprise.

"Duke!"

"Duke—"

Different tones, different flavors, the same surprise.

After shouting out at the same time, the two sisters rarely looked at each other across fifty meters. They both saw the other's embarrassment, and then simultaneously turned their gaze away.

Well, anyway, their promise was kept.

A teleportation.

In a sudden dazzling white light, Duke's figure suddenly appeared next to the still-shaken ballista operators.

Duke smiled at them: "Attack, Alliance Deputy Commander Duke Marcus is with you."

At this time, the still-shaken ballista operators all showed ecstatic smiles.

"Thank you very much, honorable Deputy Commander."

Oh my god, this is too good to be true.

The high-ranking mage, the Duke of Stormwind, the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance, Duke, is actually personally escorting us!?

Even seeing it with their own eyes, the ballista operators still couldn't believe it.

If they can survive today, they will definitely brag to their descendants for a lifetime: "Back then, your grandfather was under the magic protection of the Deputy Commander of the Alliance, survived the fiery breath of five red dragons, and even braved the dragon's breath that could burn the earth, fired at those damn orc transport ships."

With excitement and agitation, the ballista operators skillfully operated the ballista, expressing the human's roar towards the transport ship in the center of the strait.

Duke's appearance scared Zuluhed and his subordinates. The red dragons ascended one after another.

For Duke, who just killed the Shadow Council powerhouse Rokhan Sharpfang, no matter how cautious, it's not too much.

"Chieftain, what should we do?" The Dragonmaw orcs asked Zuluhed.

"Don't go down, we just need to suppress them from the sky. As long as the transport ship passes, it's our victory." Zuluhed has a very clear head.

A true high-ranking mage is indeed terrifying.

However, no matter what kind of magic, there is a range. As long as there is enough distance, those magics that need flight time to hit the target can't do anything to the red dragons flying in the sky.

"What should we do?" The Windrunner sisters, who had rushed to Duke's side, also asked the same question.

They saw at a glance that Duke might be able to use magic to protect one group or at most ten groups of ballista operators, but facing the Horde army rushing from the other side of the bridge, and the red dragon riders in the sky, this is definitely not enough. They must let the Stromgarde troops come out from the shelter, and rebuild the defense line on the north side of the Thandol Span.

The most urgent task is to drive away those annoying orc dragon riders, but the problem is that there are still over a hundred controlled red dragons in the sky!

Although they don't want to admit it, Duke has undoubtedly become the lifesaver of the Windrunner sisters.

If they want to prove themselves, prove the strength of the high elf rangers, if they want to show off in front of everyone, it seems that in the end, they still have to rely on Duke!

Seeing that Duke didn't answer immediately, the big devil Alleria started to tempt him: "Come on, little Duke, help your sister think of a good way to deal with those damn big

lizards. Your sister will repay you later."

At this time, Duke laughed.

"Can you fly?"

"Huh?" The Windrunner sisters were stunned.

"Well, if not, let big brother Duke show you how to show off and fly."