CHAPTER 695: TWELVE

Prince Kael’thas stood up at some point and retreated to the side in great embarrassment, with shock written all over his face.

The face of the Sun King Anasterian was pale as a human being, and the skin on his face, which was constantly stirring up dark magic, rose and fell like waves.

"Impossible! Impossible! This can’t possibly be true!"

Anasterian was going crazy.

He simply didn’t want to believe that Duke, an outsider and a despicable thief, could use the power of the Sunwell more smoothly than he, its legitimate owner.

Even he dared only use a giant magic circle to purify the magic of the Sunwell, and only used the mildest part of the magic.

Why can Duke do this?

With a thought, brilliant arcane light burst out from the twelve magic towers in the front of the Sunstrider Court at the same time. The next moment, accompanied by a strange crackling sound as if a powerful electric current was overloaded, the twelve magical lights merged into one, spanning a distance of nearly 100 meters, and exploded in front of Duke.

Duke exhaled and spoke, his beautiful mouth uttering two words: "Libra!"

That is a concept that does not belong to the world of Azeroth - Libra!

In Duke’s original world, it is said that Athena, the Greek goddess of war and wisdom, set up twelve harems for her twelve lovers. Ahem, that was wrong.

It should be said that this was purely a trick set up by Duke, who was deeply poisoned by a certain animation, according to the legendary zodiac.

The use of all elemental magic at or below the Sun’s Edge is nothing more than three steps: the first is to summon the maximum amount of magic power that you can control; the second is to shape and control the magic power; the third is to release the magic power in a safe and correct way.

To shape magic, one must not only consider the mage’s control ability, but also whether the mage’s own imagination can cooperate is also very important.

Instead of using those magic models that he is not familiar with but are theoretically the most optimized, why not use some more suitable magic forms that Duke is most proficient in?

Therefore, what the high elves saw from afar was a heroic warrior with a golden glow, a blurry face, but wearing strangely shaped armor, carrying a huge golden round shield, standing in front of Duke.

Is it a heroic spirit?

Or some kind of intelligent elemental creature?

No one could figure it out, but it was obvious that the attack by the Sun King and the entire Royal Court Mage Tower was easily blocked.

The scattered elemental aftermath easily crushed the solid white jade steps. This expensive special stone, which would not even show a crack even if it was smashed dozens of times with a sledgehammer, was easily turned into debris and powder and exploded under such a violent elemental impact.

"No! What is this? Summoning? Or something else..." Anasritan was speechless for a moment.

No, actually he was thinking too much. This was purely Du’s way of showing off.

"Fallen," Duke told the Sun King, "True power is never gained through twisted sacrifice. When you do that, you are only going further down the path of self-destruction."

"I don’t need you to tell me what to do!" The Sun King roared even louder, and he clasped his hands together. The gorgeous staff floating one meter above his head began to rotate clockwise at a high speed.

The wizard towers standing in various places in the royal court also began to stir up violent elemental fluctuations.

Obviously this is another big move.

Duke doesn’t have the leeway to let his opponent use his ultimate move.

Even though he has control over the magical vein extending from the Sunwell, the so-called infinite magic power is just an illusion.

After all, he only controlled the branch, not the Sunwell itself, not to mention that Arthas was rushing to the Sunwell in an attempt to use it to resurrect Kel’Thuzad.

Well, when others use the Sunwell, at most they just drain some mana or something. Arthas is much more disgusting than the famous dog Arasir.

To call him a troublemaker is a compliment to him.

The Sunwell, which was used by a fool in history, was directly contaminated by strong evil forces, causing corruption and plague throughout Quel’Thalas.

This is not a stirrer at all, it’s clearly a septic tank blown up with a bomb!

If Duke doesn’t want Alleria and Vereesa to show heartbroken expressions when they come back in the future, his only choice is to fight quickly and decisively!

"Hah!" Duke shouted softly, and a large circle of golden ripples spread across the sky. The twelve steps of the golden staircase under Duke’s feet suddenly transformed into twelve illusory golden giants that were five people tall.

Twelve giant-like golden-kidney fighters, wielding completely different weapons and each carrying elemental energy of different attributes, quickly rushed towards the wizard towers in various corners of the royal court.

The Sun King was shocked.

The reason why a group of wizard towers is difficult to deal with is that a wizard tower can only have one main attribute. When there are many wizard towers, they can support each other with magic of different attributes. No matter who the enemy is, there will always be a corresponding method.

Now Duke moved his finger, and the twelve golden giants that rushed over almost scared the Sun King’s side of the -level Lich.

How can this be an illusory golden man?

These are clearly twelve Antonidas-level wizard towers that can run, fly, and self-destruct!

Duke certainly couldn’t completely control the Sunwell, which had such tremendous power. If Duke could absolutely control only a basin of water the size of a washbasin, then the Sunwell was at least a standard swimming pool of 50 by 25 meters.

However, even if Duke was holding a basin, as long as a pool of water was not poured directly on Duke’s forehead, Duke had the ability to use this basin to guide the amazing power of the Sunwell.

The simplest thing is naturally drainage.

Suddenly, there was a burst of golden light.

The elemental force that burst out from the magic tower was crushed by the greater power of the Sunwell.

Twelve shocking explosions were heard in no particular order.

The golden dome, the white jade tower, and the mysterious magic power lingering on it were all destroyed in an instant. The golden twelve-kidney fighter rushed over and used its more powerful destructive power to easily destroy these towers that had stood in Silvermoon City for more than five thousand years.

The mage towers have exploded, so naturally the liches inside won’t have an easy time.

Their gloomy souls, with indescribable fear, hovered over the ruins full of rubble, looking at their own shattered bodies that could never be restored. They opened their eyes wide and turned towards Duke...

"No——" The cries from the soul level were hollow and weird, and it was almost impossible to tell how noble and elegant the owners of these voices were in their previous lives.

Unfortunately, they could only scream to vent their anger and fear.

At this moment, Duke was like a being possessed by the sun god. He was not someone that their weak souls who had lost their possession could approach.

As long as they come within a hundred meters of Duke, they will be burned to ashes by the horrific high heat.