Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 276 Quel Sera

   "Hehe, what do you guess?"

  Charlemagne didn't have the kindness to explain Torsedrin's doubts, and it's also a question of how much this guy's unconscious mind can understand.

  The enchantment of Mo Xie's short knife is completely different from that of generals. The freezing damage on Torsedrin's hand just now is one of its high-level enchantments, and the enchantment effect is frost.

And to break through Torsedrin's prismatic barrier is to rely on another enchantment - Demon Breaker. With the powerful energy of Charlemagne itself, this short knife with a demon-breaking effect can easily penetrate Torsedrin That large and useless shield.

These two short knives use Titan Iron as the material, which has excellent material and enchantment ductility, and they are forged and enchanted by two of the best blacksmiths among mortals, Magni and Bright Hammer, so they are basically made by mortals. The highest specification of the weapon.

Due to their respective enchanting characteristics, Charlemagne usually only uses this pair of short knives on specific occasions, such as when fighting Orgrim and secretly sneaking into Grim Batol. Crazy with an oversized tortoise shell.

Torsedrin, who was extremely confident in his own shield, became even more insane after being injured. The uncontrolled arcane energy inspired by him has become more and more violent, and the thick bookshelves of the entire library even began to be blown to pieces. staggering.

"Impossible! This method of absorbing magic power was obtained by studying the records of the Moon Guard during the War of the Ancients. The first user used it to defeat the Burning Legion. It is impossible for you, a mortal, to crack it like this! "

  Charlemagne showed such an expression at this time, "The Moon Guard... It really came from that person."

After getting the answer, Charlemagne didn't bother to talk nonsense with the lunatic in front of him, and placed Moxietta on the bowstring again. With the assistance of his sharp eyes, the short knife shot through Torsedrin's large prismatic barrier again, and aimed at Fly to his left chest.

   "Clang!"

  Torsedrin hurriedly raised his shield to block Mo Xie's impact, but his left hand that hurriedly raised the shield was quickly bounced off by the impact.

'Chance! Rapid fire! '

  Charlemagne used the concentrated energy in his body to greatly strengthen his shooting speed in a short period of time. The originally extremely fast firing speed was instantly shot with more than a dozen arrows at the speed of his hand that had already pulled out the afterimage.

   At this time, the prismatic barrier that Torsedrin had just penetrated by Mo Xie had not had time to replenish, and these arrows poured into the shield along the gap.

"ah!"

   As a result, it goes without saying that Torsedrin, who had no means of defense, had his entire left chest pierced into a porcupine by more than a dozen arcane arrows shot by Charlemagne with Solidar.

"bump!"

The impact force attached to the arrow itself pushed Torsedrin back against the wall. He was hit to the point and he could no longer maintain the uncontrollable huge magic power. In addition to the disappearance of the shield, the arcane energy around his body Some distortions have already begun to occur.

   "I'm going! Isn't this guy about to explode?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Charlemagne immediately flashed backwards and rushed up the stairs next to him. When he ran to the door of the library, Torsedrin's last scream of despair and pain was accompanied by this burst of pain. A huge shock came from behind him.

   "Boom!"

Outside the door, under the surprised gazes of Alleria and a group of Syndra rebels, Earl Theron was hit hard by the huge propulsion from the passage, and he flew towards the barrier of Immotar. .

Of course, the huge distance between the library and the barrier is not enough for the trapeze Charlemagne to hit him head-on. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and rolled a dozen times in a row when he landed to relieve the huge impact. The whole person lay on the ground in some embarrassment, spitting out the dust in his mouth.

   "Bah bah... The most annoying thing is this kind of scumbag who blows himself up when he can't beat him. He really has no sense of public morality!"

   Alleria, who had already rushed to Charlemagne's side, was very worried at first, but seeing her lover still complaining, she smiled relievedly.

"Pfft... Who told you not to prepare in advance, just now Modante and the others were still discussing the unstable spell of Torsedrin, and the scholars agreed that their royal highness could not control the violent arcane spell, the explosion was just inevitable result."

   Charlemagne, who got up, looked depressedly at the curious scholars in the distance, "Why didn't you say it earlier..."

   Fortunately, Charlemagne has always been protected by the double protection of the Prismatic Barrier and the Mana Shield. The impact just now didn't actually hurt him, it just made him leave the library in a more awkward posture.

Relieved, Charlemagne looked at the scholars and the surrounding situation. At this time, there were still some Highborne around this group of people. They all had small penetrating wounds on the vital parts of their bodies without exception, and they should all be abducted. Killed by Lelia's Wind Arrow.

   "These are the Syndra fanatics who stayed outside to absorb magic, right? Has everything been resolved?"

Alleria looked at the enchantment hall that had become very empty and nodded, "Yes, at least these poor guys don't have to feel the pain of being drained of magic power and life force before they die. It's better than those poor people inside." much better."

  The scholars headed by Modant put down the piles of books and walked over. The magisters who led the resistance, such as Modant and Daros, bowed down and saluted Charlemagne respectfully.

   "Thanks to Mr. Theron's help, we can end the madness of His Royal Highness, please let us offer our most sincere thanks."

With the help of Alleria, Charlemagne wiped off the dust on his body. He waved his hands indifferently and said, "This is the condition that was agreed at the beginning. You join Quel'Thalas, and the high elves will provide you with shelter. Fair deal, don't thank me."

  Modant shook his head lightly and smiled, "That's what I said, but we definitely couldn't handle the scene just now. As compensation for almost hurting you, this Ledros has a gift for you."

Modant said that the Ledros he was referring to was the highborne who had led the Syndra erudites away just now. At this time, the man with long purple hair was holding a delicately shaped one-handed long sword in his hand. Walked up to Charlemagne and handed it to him.

   "!!"

   "Is this..."

  Charlemagne became excited when he saw the familiar shape of this sword. If he remembered correctly, this sword was another upper-level dragon-forged blade that had lost its power now.

Sure enough, Ledros smiled and introduced to the curious Charlemagne and Alleria, "This sword is one of the two dragon-cast sister swords handed down from ancient times. It is called Quel Sela. Unfortunately, due to the fall of the prince , this Excalibur, which has lost its owner for a long time, has gradually lost its brilliance, I hope it can regain its brilliance in your hands in the future."

Charlemagne reached out and took the wide one-handed sword. Unfortunately, as Ledros said, there was no power flowing on the surface of Quelcella at this time, and the green streamer in Charlemagne's memory had never seen it on the sword. arrive.

  Handing the sword to the amazed Alleria, Charlemagne asked Ledros seriously, "How can I restore the former power of this upper dragon-forged blade?"

  Ledros smiled slightly, "The process is actually very simple. It only needs to be breathed out by a powerful adult dragon, and then quenched in dragon blood, but..."

   Needless to say, everyone present knows the difficulty of this so-called "simple process".

  Dragon's breath is okay, but no adult dragon would lie there stupidly and let mortals bleed to quench the blade...

  Charlemagne made a thoughtful expression at this time, "Bleeding..."

  (end of this chapter)