Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 306: Gavinthor

Gavinrad now has an extra hammer, the original physical hammer, and now the Storm Hammer condensed from the power of thunder held in his left hand.

Walking out of the altar, Gavinrad released a terrifying power no less than that of Thunderbolt with every step he took. With his feet as the center, a large amount of lightning spread out from the instantly cracked ground. Tiny pieces of soil floated up to the sky regardless of gravity, but were shattered into dust in mid-air by the lightning released by Gavinrad.

At this time, Gavinrad was absolutely full of style, and his aura was no weaker than that of a boss of the Burning Legion.

Even if someone told Duke that Gavinrad the Dire was the real boss behind the scenes, Duke would definitely believe it without knowing it.

Unfortunately, Gavinrad revealed the secret with just one sentence.

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Gavinrad asked out of his mind, "Uh, Boss Duke, will I electrocute my wife to death when I get married?"

The Windrunner sisters were so overwhelmed that they almost fell from the tree.

Duke rolled his eyes in anger and said, "Idiot, can't you learn how to control your own strength? If something happens, you can marry a female paladin. She will guarantee that you won't be electrocuted to death!"

Duke didn't say the second half of the sentence.

If you are really such an idiot that you cannot control your own power, then when you perform the life inheritance ceremony with your wife, let your wife be bathed in holy light.

Well, young man, it is a good thing to blur the entire screen in actual combat.

Duke no longer cared about Gavinrad and sent him to watch the scene.

"Time is limited. Which Windrunner wants to be the next to gain power? Gul'dan has destroyed the energy field of the rune stone. In half a day, the energy will dissipate if it is not used. Moreover, this is the power that has been passed down by the ancestors of the high elves for thousands of years!"

The four Windrunner sisters looked at each other, and no one could move.

Duke's next words made none of the sisters remain calm.

"This is the Storm Altar! It's an altar that allows beings with the right attributes to awaken their powers! There are only three directions that can be awakened - thunder, fire, and wind..."

The power of the wind!

This is a temptation that every Windrunner cannot resist.

Once upon a time, the Windrunners were proud of their unparalleled archery skills. In their minds, there was nothing that they could not kill with one arrow.

Unfortunately, more and more powerful monsters overturned their ideas.

A Death Knight who might not die even if shot through the head.

An ogre with two heads and three hearts.

According to Duke, in the Draenor world where the orcs originally lived, there was a powerful creature that ruled over the ogres, and their name was Gronn. This terrifying creature usually had a height of more than ten meters, a huge body, and unparalleled brute force. In the days to come, it is very likely to become a war tool for the orcs.

They really couldn't imagine that kind of horrific beast rampaging through the elves' battle formation.

Self-improvement has become an urgent need.

Plus, that's the power of the wind.

The innate power of Windrunner.

Can't refuse!

As the eldest sister, Alleria was the first to step forward: "Duke, is this power safe?"

Duke sighed: "These are the powers left by your high elf ancestors. They have also been purified by the holy light..."

"Okay, I'll go first. Once I make sure it's safe, I'll let you guys come too."

Alleria stood in the center of the altar, and Duke quickly began to cast a spell. After a short spell, there was no terrifying aura of lightning and thunder like when Gavinrad awakened, but instead a gentle whirlwind rolled up around Alleria.

Gently and softly, like a mother caressing her child and whispering gentle nursery rhymes in the child's ear.

The feeling of the breeze blowing on the face was extremely comfortable, so comfortable that it made everyone present feel like falling asleep.

Everyone heard the sound of the wind.

"Huff, huff, huff..." That is the pulse of the earth, that is the breathing of the sky.

Gently opening her arms, Alleria let her entire body bathe in the wind.

The wind carries the scent of green grass, the fragrance of soil, and the unique aroma of the woods...

Listening to the sound of the wind and accepting its teachings, Alleria was in a trance, as if intoxicated. The violent energy reaction on the altar gradually subsided. The three Windrunner sisters looked at the eldest sister who sat limply in the middle of the altar, and their hearts were tense.

Sylvanas, the most rebellious and easily excited, stared at Duke.

Duke made an OK gesture, then realized they didn't understand, so he changed it to a thumbs up.

Even though they were mostly relieved, the three Windrunner sisters still stared at their eldest sister nervously.

Suddenly, Alleria stood up with her eyes closed. She took out a longbow, bent the bow and pulled the string, but did not put an arrow on it.

Shooting with an open string is one of the basics of archery.

What is elder sister doing?

Alleria's next action told everyone the answer.

She shot an arrow.

When she pulled the bowstring into an almost full moon shape, a strong wind blew up around the altar.

The storm gathered, obeying Alleria Windrunner's request and voluntarily converging into a single arrow of wind in less than half a second.

This was not an illusion, the three sisters of Windrunner had clearly seen the place where the arrows were supposed to be placed, and the scene was distorted. Under normal circumstances, this kind of scene would only occur when high temperatures caused the water vapor on the ground to evaporate and the light to distort.

Now, it appears in Alleria's hands.

As the two scallion-like fingers loosened, the sound of the bowstring vibrating suddenly rang out.

However, there was no sound of arrows being shot.

No one could see clearly the trajectory of the arrow; everyone just instinctively looked in the direction the bow was pointed.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

When the time entered the third second, there was an immediate reaction from five hundred meters away.

A huge blood flower bloomed on the treetop.

For humans, that has long exceeded the limit of vision. To the human eye, it is just a small dot.

For the Elf Ranger with amazing eyesight, it was also a huge test. However, the three Windrunner sisters saw it all.

Unrivalled precision.

A powerful shot.

Five hundred meters away, an arrow pierced the chest of the troll, and the entire body was blown into countless pieces starting from the chest.

That's a troll scout!

It was already very difficult to spot this guy who was good at hiding and almost the same color as the woods from 500 meters away.

Not to mention this kind of attack that is almost beyond visual range?

Alleria finally opened her eyes, with a warm smile on her dignified face: "My sisters, I strongly suggest that you also discover the limits of your own power."