The elves who were far away from the seaside could see the pillar of light rising from the sky.

Looking at the strange rainbows with black and green colors and ominous auras, the timid elves were already shaking their legs, and their backs were sweating profusely. Even though they knew that this was a safe area announced by the National Salvation Committee, some elves were still running away in panic in a direction away from the sun well.

Of course, more elves stared blankly in the direction of the light column with complex expressions.

The glory of the Sun Well favored the high elves for nearly seven thousand years. There were very few older elves who witnessed the birth of the Sun Well that year. Most of them did not burn out their lives, but were lost in the nearly four thousand years of war with the trolls.

The rest basically became elders of various small families. Those who could still live after the attack of the Scourge were rare. Almost all the new generation of elves grew up under the glory of the Sun Well.

Under the protection of the giant magic circle, I enjoyed more than 2,800 years of comfort until the two battles of the Dark Gate completely broke their fantasy of hiding in the security protective shell and spending their lives in a erosive way.

The expressions on their faces were extremely complicated. If Sylvanas had not emerged, perhaps they would not know where their future path was.

The dark green water vapor surging in the sky seemed to be the Lich King Neozu smiling. More than one elf saw a huge skull laughing silently in a trance. And amid the skeleton's crazy laugh, a second sense of horror came.

Seeing the light column is vision.

Feeling shock is touch.

The body feels more direct, and what gives the elves is a more terrifying shock!

Boom! Boom!

Queldanas Island was shaking violently, and a more violent shock than an earthquake directly caused a tsunami, as if an ancient giant beast that was so big that it was awakened under the sea, making waves of roars.

"Ahhhh--" An elf child screamed.

"Don't be afraid! Lord Sylvanas, who is about to become queen, will protect us." The mother comforted her child.

But it's useless.

"Don't be afraid! Duke, who defeated the evil orc with the battle flag, will protect us."

It's amazing that even though the children were sniffing, they didn't cry anymore.

Whether they wished or not, Duke, who saved Quelthalas twice in the heart of the elves, had become sacred in his name.

The huge waves caused by the tsunami rushed towards the seaside.

If there is no next scene, it will definitely be an extremely bad disaster.

There is no origin, an extremely huge air curtain wall of 1,000 meters suddenly appeared on the beach, separating the entire beach along the coastline from the sea.

The amazing huge waves, more than ten meters high, hit the surface of the air curtain wall, and only golden magic runes suddenly appeared, and disappeared out of thin air after the waves subsided.

As the huge waves slammed, they appeared repeatedly, disappeared, appeared, disappeared.

After the explanation of the elves' middle-level command, the civilians finally understood why they were evacuated here. This was the magic circle left by Dasrema back then, in order to prevent the Sunwell magic from running wildly and the elves had to evacuate and protect the people at the last moment.

Although the magic circle is driven by the magic power of the Sun Well, it operates and only needs to be charged once a year to ensure that it can be activated at any time in the next year.

Tens of thousands of elves were protected by the magic circle, silently watching the Sunwell towards destruction.

That is... the end of an era!

The hot and turbid well water sprayed into the sky, and the hot breath swept across the entire sky. Occasionally, birds flew by, and they would be immediately swallowed by the flames, leaving no residue left.

Wow!

In the sun well with a diameter of more than one kilometer, the well water is boiling and surging. At first glance, the water in the whole well flows counterclockwise, turning into a huge vortex.

However, near Duke's well island, the well water surged clockwise under the urging of the magic circle.

In the surprised eyes of elves such as Kelthas, the well water of the Sunwell was like two gears with different diameters and wrong threads, impacting and frictioning each other at the intersection of the two streams of water.

"This is..." Kelthas's eyes were full of disbelief.

The inner circle centered on Duke is becoming brighter and brighter when rotated at high speed, while the outer circle becomes more and more turbid and blacker. At first, everyone thought it was an illusion, but soon, when everyone saw that the inner circle and the outer circle showed a very large contrast, it was already a point where it could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Suddenly, the light of magic runes flashed continuously on the huge well wall northwest of Sunwell. After a few breaths, several well walls fell down with a bang.

A turbid torrent with a diameter of at least a hundred meters made a "sizzling" sound that shook the sky, and it shot out from the gap.

"No-that shouldn't be!"

It was abruptly, the Lich King's will came again, and the image of the white skull in the void was very blurry, but the sharp voice, the common word with a strong orc accent, undoubtedly confirmed his identity.

"Duke-You actually broke my secret hand!?"

"So what?" On the island of Well, a huge Duke phantom stood up, with a strong disdain on his phantom's face.

"No...not very good." Unexpectedly, Ner's reaction should be... laughing!?

"Oh?"

"I don't like the deteriorated imitation of Sunwell, so you can save it if you want to. But soon you will know what I am going to do. Haha! Hahaha!" Accompanied by a burst of laughter, the Lich King's will came quickly, but it also quickly, and disappeared without a trace.

In the eyes of others, Ner's sausage is purely for soy sauce.

Only Duke knows the meaning of Ner's words.

It seems that just like history, Archmond, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion, is about to come. What Archmond likes is of course not the Sunwell made of a mere cup of Eternal Well.

Neozu at least said nothing wrong.

Even the Well of Eternity is an original copy, how could Archmond like to be a copy of the copy?

Fortunately, if the Lich King doesn't come to make trouble, Duke's confidence in getting the Sunwell is a little more serious.

Duke raised his right hand hard and made a push move.

At the same time, the phantom of Duke, who was 100 meters tall, also happened.

For a moment, the sewage from the sun well shot out began to spin wildly on the seaside of Queldanas Island, like a vortex, sucking everything around it in.

The trees, the turf, the gravel on the beach, and the larger pieces of rugged rocks, everything was crushed and stirred constantly in the vortex.

Gradually, a ball that was even larger than a hill appeared.
Chapter completed!