Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 275 Illidan Early Experimental Machine

   "Prismatic Barrier!"

  Torsedrin, who was under attack, chose to dodge immediately, and did not forget to add a protective spell to himself during the period.

  Charlemagne had known for a long time that this guy was a magic swordsman, so he was not surprised that he could use spells. Instead, he also protected himself with a prismatic barrier and a mana shield.

   "Hehe, it's quite flexible, so how many more?"

   As he said that, Charlemagne snapped five arrows with five fingers, and shot them around Torsedrin's body with a subtle time difference, basically blocking all the hiding spaces on his left and right.

Although Torsedrin is a brain-dead guy, he has survived for tens of thousands of years and his combat experience is not bad. Originally holding two one-handed swords, he quickly withdrew his left-handed sword and took out a shield, killing Charlemagne The two arrows shot at his body were blocked one after another.

   "Clang! Clang!"

  After all, there was a gap in strength between the two sides. Even if the arrow body was blocked with a shield, the energy and strength attached to the arrow made him suddenly take several steps back.

   After stabilizing his figure, Torsedrin gritted his teeth and raised his head and asked, "Hmm! What are you... huh? I seem to have seen this face before."

  Charlemagne deliberately performed an aristocratic etiquette and said with a mocking smile, "It's an honor to remind you. Back then, my girlfriend and I wanted to form an alliance with Syndra, but unfortunately you refused."

  It was only then that Torsedrin remembered who this pretending kid was: "So it was you! Is that... Modante, you colluded with outsiders to usurp power, it's not that easy! Guards, come and help me!"

   Following Torsedrin's greeting, the Syndra fanatics who were patrolling around the library just now drew their weapons and rushed towards this side, but these miscellaneous soldiers were dealt with by others.

   "Whoosh whoosh!"

"Well…"

"ah!"

"Forehead!"

   Alleria, who was standing behind Charlemagne, had been prepared for a long time. After the three fanatics came into range, they immediately shot them with the wind arrow provided by Sass Alado.

  At the same time, Charlemagne said loudly to Modant and the others who were a little at a loss, "Go and stop these executioners too. You don't need to kill your own prince yourself. Let me send this guy to his last journey!"

   "Ah... yes!"

Hearing that they didn't have to kill their prince with their own hands, Modante, Daros and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although they also knew that this was just an ostrich mentality, living an elf for tens of thousands of years would always be a kind of perceptual wisdom It is impossible for living things to drive their actions purely with reason.

  If there is such a person, he is either born cold-blooded or completely numb after experiencing too many tragedies the day after tomorrow.

  In fact, Torsedrin already has good strength in the hero class, but in the eyes of Charlemagne who has already entered the epic, this guy is not qualified at all.

  Although he has good combat experience in the first half of his life, he has only been in the nest for nearly ten thousand years. In addition, he has absorbed too much demonic energy and made his brain a little abnormal. It is not too difficult to kill Torsedrin.

  The prince completely gave up the wild double-sword fight, and used a safe sword-shield combination to deal with it, but Charlemagne's tricky arrows from various angles often turned and hit him from the guy's unexpected direction.

This can be regarded as a small technique produced by Charlemagne combining the mage and ranger professions. In fact, it is very simple. Turn to Charlemagne's enemies at the critical moment.

  However, this angle is also particular. At least in order to test the problem of degrees, Charlemagne worked hard to pick up the mathematics and physics that had been returned to the teacher a long time ago, and then slowly studied the appropriate touch force and corner angle.

  'Sure enough, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world... '

Although Torsedrin's movements were fairly nimble, he was still tired of coping with such unpredictable arrows. It didn't take long for his plate armor to be riddled with holes from Charlemagne's attack, and various wounds began to appear. appeared on him.

   "Haha! Do you think you can win me? Come on, my servants, give me all your strength!"

   The desperate Torsedrin raised his head and laughed wildly, and then a series of energy channels were transmitted from the fanatics who were attacking Modant and Alleria's defenses to Torsedrin.

"This is…"

   Charlemagne frowned and looked at this somewhat familiar scene. Torsedrin's move reminded him of the shameless tricks he had seen in someone's memory.

"No!"

   "You... lied to us!"

   "Curse you, Torsedrin!"

  The fanatics who had been absorbed by Torsedrin floated in mid-air and screamed in pain. The magic power and even life force on their bodies flowed to the maddened Torsedrin in a form visible to the naked eye.

As the zealots were sucked into mummies, Torsedrin laughed wildly while firing a huge arcane arrow "Haha! I feel so good! After killing you all, Immotar's energy will be mine alone Yes, ahahahaha!"

  Charlemagne dodged the arcane arrow and ordered Alleria and the others to retreat with a dignified expression, "Leave first, this guy has absorbed a lot of magic power, and those of you who have not entered the epic can't deal with it!"

  Torsedrin, who is hanging out, has forcibly broken through the boundary between heroes and epics at this time. Although the control of his own energy is very primitive, his output has undoubtedly exceeded the upper limit that Aurelia and others can bear.

  Modant looked at the mummy on the ground with a sad expression. These people who trusted the prince the most were betrayed by Torsedrin in the end, which could be regarded as a punishment for helping them.

  The Syndra scholars who were immersed in their own research before also stopped what they were doing, and all gathered behind Modant.

  One of the leading scholars shook his head sadly, "Sure enough, the prince has gone crazy... Foreign compatriots, please let him go."

   "I know! Get out first, this guy might go crazy and tear down the entire library!"

  The scholar bowed in gratitude, "Then please, scholars, please come with me."

  Before these Syndra left, they did not forget to empty all the calligraphy mages in the entire library. These books are the essence of knowledge that Syndra has accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and they cannot be destroyed by the prince's madness.

  Aurelia gave her lover a last deep look, and then left the library with Modante and the others.

  Charlemagne let go of his last worries, pulled out Mo Xie from his waist, and turned to look at Torsedrin who was still throwing spells around.

   "Okay madman, let me accompany you through this last crazy time."

   As he spoke, he put Moye on the bowstring of Solidar, and as a black light flashed on the surface, Charlemagne shot out the short knife at an extremely fast speed.

While facing the prismatic light barrier that has been completely transformed into dark purple, Torsedrin laughed wildly and opened his hands and shouted, "Hahahahahaha! It's useless, how can your meager magic attack penetrate my powerful attack?" Protect...shield?"

Charlemagne took back Mo Xie, who easily penetrated the prismatic barrier, and smiled contemptuously, "Don't talk too much, this time is just to test the thickness of the barrier and the kinetic energy loss suffered during the breakdown process, next time you can Not so lucky!"

  Torsedrin looked at the small wound on his left hand and the layer of solid ice covering it, and a look of disbelief appeared on his crazy face, "Impossible... Could it be that short knife?"