The Ranger is never a mystic, and the Ranger itself does not have a strong vitality and protection. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this case, if it's a paladin, maybe he can rush in and fight with invincibility.

But the Ranger ...... From the moment she was unable to shoot her enemies and refused to leave, Sylvanas' fate was decided.

Like a poor caged bird, no matter how fast she flutters her wings, she still can't break free from the shackles of the cage, and her activity space can only get smaller and smaller!

"Take my strongest blow—the fallen king who seeks to destroy his people and his kingdom. Anar'alahbelore, for the eternal sun. ”

This is Sylvanas' most powerful arrow!

It may be very effective against other beings.

The most powerful often means stopping and moving to recharge. This is almost the same as delivering food for a mage with an abundance of defense, control, and countermeasures!

On the contrary, the cold arrows used in the previous sneak attack will be more effective.

Until the end, Sylvanas definitely didn't want to use this trick.

Thunder converged on her, and the raging wind slightly blew away the black flames that swept in, and at this moment, Sylvanas had invoked all the elemental powers she could.

Seeing this scene, Anastrian's gray lips twitched: "If you have to shoot this arrow to make you desperate and serve me forever...... Then as you wish, my Ranger General. ”

"Who is going to serve you rotten bones!?"

The atmosphere is shaking.

The sky echoed with a hum.

The power of this arrow is definitely not small!

If it was a city gate without magical protection, maybe it would have exploded and shattered in an instant under this arrow.

"W-"

The ringing of the bowstring finally sounded, and the fingers that were almost twisted by the bowstring were released, as if they had already made a light arrow that twisted and twisted thunder and finally left the string. After this arrow was fired, the entire arrow turned into a meteor that fell to the ground in mid-air, and shot at the Sun King with great power.

It was such an arrow, and it was annihilated just by passing through the three layers of black flame barriers that blocked her and the Sun King......

Disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

"Kill me!" Sylvanas gritted her teeth.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the Sun King's lips: "Huh?"

He didn't even bother to raise his staff, and with a little wizened finger, an illusory black skeletal phantom swooped down on her with a roar.

Sylvanas let out a whimper. She never wept out of fear or regret, and this brief hoarse whimper was due to anger, hatred, and righteous rage, and to her inability to stop the wicked king who had become a degenerate.

Even if you fight everything she has, fight for her life, you can't stop it.

She suddenly remembered the bitter persuasion of Illucia and the others before leaving.

"Wait for Duke! Duke must have a way, if you don't have the strength to see through the overall situation, then please wait for Duke's instructions. ”

Suddenly!

Sister Aurelia, Sister Wenresa, am I wrong?

In her desperation and despair, she confronted the terrifying Dark Skeleton head-on, hoping that her magical items would be able to resist the dark magic a little, but they shattered the moment they touched the Dark Skeleton.

The low-level mysteries have no resistance before the high-level mysteries.

The black skeleton struck her.

The cold, the absolute cold that penetrated her heart, was like an ice sword cutting into her body.

At this moment, Sylvanas saw Kael'thas who was turning his head, and the two met their eyes. Sylvanas' face was bloodied, and his mind began to fog.

Is it my hallucination?, Prince Kael'thas's handsome face, a hint of remorse.

Sylvanas Windranger feels like he's in free fall.

It's not in a physical sense, it's in a mystical sense. It was her soul that fell, disoriented like a ship that lost power in a storm.

How did I get here?

I can't remember.

Was I killed by Arthas, or was it the damned Sun King?

There is no concept of time here. Her life was not a series of events, but just a moment, a flash of thought in the infinite void.

There was only darkness before her eyes.

Then she felt like she was falling—she really felt it, for the first time in a long time. She flinched. In excruciating pain.

Here she came, and she felt like her soul was being torn to shreds, and she felt nothing but pain.

Does heroically resisting evil and protecting one's homeland mean endless suffering?

Cold.

Despair.

Fear.

Visions abound in the endless darkness.

Countless relatives and friends died, and she became a brainless zombie staggering by her side, and her heart became shattered when she saw this scene.

The purple-black death scars weave through the city, splitting it in two. The inhabitants of Silvermoon City staggered to the dead king Anastrian, dangling their broken heads and entrails, staggering toward the dead king Anastrian, and finally fell to their knees in worship of the despair who was about to rule them forever.

She was furious, but she couldn't resist because a horror that was absolutely absent in the world of the living was suppressing her.

Dark claws poured out from all sides and tore at her, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

There were evil eyes staring at her behind her, but she couldn't turn back.

She saw the Sun King's rancid mouth, his face full of the sneer that had once played with him.

Her soul desperately tried to charge at him, and then somehow lost the courage to fight in the oppression of this sense of terror.

Suddenly, she found herself once again the same underage blonde child shivering in the dark forest, bearing the consequences of making the wrong choice alone.

Sure enough, my sister, my sister......

In the place where all the suffering and infinite sins of the world are gathered, the Lich King is insignificant.

Is your vision the right?

Sure enough, I shouldn't have been so rebellious, I wish I had listened to Duke earlier......

In the outside world, every elf watched in horror at the female ranger's convulsive body and listened to her incessant screams.

It was Sylvanas's soul that was ravaged and tormented, and each elf felt great pity for her, as well as fear for the Sun King.

[Death Coil]!

Such a simple blow knocked down Sylvanas, who they had hoped for the most.

Their courage is waning, their will is beginning to wane, their knees are about to go limp, their bodies are about to kneel.

At the end of the day, suddenly, the Sun King was shot.

He let out the most poignant scream he had ever screamed.

It was an arrow from a girl who suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps, and that girl had a face similar to Sylvanas!

Lilath Windranger Joins!

"This can't be!" cried the Sun King!

"Of course my arrows can't, but what if it's Alexstaza's arrows?" said the elder of the Windranger family, smiling faintly.