Multitasking.

Do it all.

Doing it all at once.

It's the same concept, but it's not the same weight class comparison at all.

Gianna is multitasking at best, and coping with a dozen or so at the same time is already the limit.

Twenty-six years after his death, Khadgar was struck by Duke's 'Hundred Hands' prowess and honed his multi-spell casting abilities by spreading his mind and reading multiple books in the Karazhan Library at the same time. After so many years of training, Khadgar has transformed himself into a super spirit creature who can do a hundred conflicting things at the same time without messing up.

Obviously Khadgar is already exaggerating.

Hatefully, through the powerful spiritual amplification of this Ice Skull created by Kilgardan himself, Anastrian could control at least a thousand spiritual energy beams to attack the magic net at the same time.

"No! I can't stand it!" Gianna and Khadgar shouted in despair at the same time.

Khadgar has recruited helpers: Falina the Black Witch and Solan Liane, the Great Star Sorcerer.

Inadequate!

Bucket!

Gianna gritted her teeth: "Open mid-to-low-level access to all mages of the Alliance Morning Star or above, and ask for their help." ”

"This ......"

"Don't hesitate!, no matter how bad it is, it's better than being taken away by Anastrian!, I'll go back and plead with Duke!" Gianna concluded.

In the next second, Gianna's voice rang out in the entire net: "I am Gianna Prodmoor, Queen of Coultiras!Now that the nets have been attacked by the former Sun King Anastrian*Sunchaser, please help all the users of the nets repel his attack......"

Here, Gianna tried her best to resist the Sun King's spiritual attack.

Over there, Kael'thas summoned his phoenix, and he risked collapsing and destroying himself to reunite with his own phoenix to gain demigod-level combat power.

Because, the ice coffin of his dead ghost father began to get bigger and bigger, and he had to use high-purity fire elemental magic to fight against the expansion of the ice block.

Thorim next to him had already retreated, and under this level of spiritual attack, he couldn't move at all.

"That damn lich!" Torim cursed viciously.

Because the flaws in his soul have been discovered, the illusion of his deceased wife is constantly attacking his spiritual sea.

I don't know if Anastrian was forced to switch from playing with fire to playing with ice, which led to some unknown flaw, he also attacked Kael'thas, but his mental power attack was more dissolved by Kael'tham's blazing spiritual fire.

The situation suddenly entered a stalemate.

Several of Ulduar's guardians are mentally defective, and Torrim can't stand it, let alone the other three. It's funny to really let Freya come up and be forcibly controlled by the water every minute.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Sun King alone has dragged six demigods and two sun-level powerhouses.

"Perhaps, we all underestimated the Lich King...... Gianna couldn't help but think of this former childhood sweetheart.

In the Icecrown Fortress, fierce battles continue.

"Be careful!" Varian shouted as Valeera beside him jumped out of the way.

Almost as soon as the female elf dodged away, a terrifying storm descended.

Lord Malogal, an undead creature with a cyan blue soul substance as its core and white bones as its support, brazenly unleashed a skill similar to that of a whirlwind slash.

The white bone spikes that were fixed to the soul energy mass opened and spun at high speed in an instant. Looks more like a terrible blender.

Anything that is touched by the bones will be torn to pieces by it.

What made Varian's scalp tingle even more was that the direction of travel after Lord Malogar unleashed the [Bone Storm] was towards Browl*Bearskin, who had just been shot by him with a huge [Scourmet Lord's Thorn].

A huge bone spur pierced the elven druid's waist.

I don't know if Broll's guts were blown up.

Whoever is pierced through the abdomen by such a two-meter-long, thigh-thick bone spur at the thickest point will definitely be in pain.

In this extremely painful situation, Brower had previously shouted to leave him alone.

Varian gritted his teeth and leaped high, finally smashing his precious jump slash skill into the bone thorn on Broll's body.

In fact, he unknowingly made the right decision.

Almost at the same time as he burst the bone thorn, Browl rolled to dodge the undead leader's bone storm.

Blood splattered all over the floor, and Varian could see that a pig's kidney-like organ had almost fallen out of the gaping hole in Brohl's waist. Brower quickly fished it back.

"Don't look at it! he can't die yet. Valira grabbed Varian.

Although Broll's face was extremely pale, the spells on his mouth and the spell-casting gestures in his hands were not at all chaotic. An emerald green glow rose from the palms of his hands and pressed against his abdomen.

That huge blood hole began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just three or five seconds, the blood hole was gone, replaced by a newly grown belly.

Brower smiled bitterly: "I can barely let the internal organs return to their places, and it will take me at least three minutes to recover about thirty percent of my combat strength." ”

Varian's hands trembled and he gritted his teeth: "This battle is left to the two of us." ”

I don't know how many times in life and death battles, Brower guarded their backs.

This time, it was their turn to protect their venerable brother.

Varian fused the two artifacts on his hands to form a giant Excalibur.

His fierce gaze swept over Lord Malogar's body.

"Four skulls aren't enough! you'd better have a thousand heads cut off for me—"

In the next second, his whole body turned into a violent wind, blowing towards this huge undead leader......

On the other side, in a hall full of skull-faced tiles, Magni and Santis Hazuki are battling against the Lady of the Dead Whisperer of the Cult of the Damned.

The flames erupted from the Flame Demon Warhammer, engulfing a huge humanoid aberrant three people tall.

However, more monsters continued to pour out of the side doors lining the hall.

More than a dozen cult supporters and fanatics pursued the seemingly weak Hazuki shogun.

is obviously 10,000 years old, because she is the adopted daughter of Tyrande, and she is a generation lower. While Tyrande was at odds with the leaders of the Alliance, Santis ...... Quite bitter.

Her sullen breath was destined to be vented only in battle.

Even though he was chasing and killing more than a dozen powerful Divine Cultists, the elven general who was guarding one side lightly stepped on the pillar next to the hall three times in a row, and the whole person flew into the air.