Chapter 237: Ghost in the temple

In the entrance hall of the Temple of Elune, Sylvanas, Lor'themar and others sat in place, their slightly tight bodies and hands on their weapons ensure that they could deal with attacks from other directions at any time.
Suramar’s magic swordsmen sat scattered on the other side, some of them sneaked up at Quel'Thalas’ rangers, and the other ran to the other side of the hall, looking at the patterns on the wall, pointing their fingers. .
Talissa walked to the Quel'Thalas rangers at this time. She watched the people entering the battle state and comforted them: "Relax, a few, this is the Temple of Elune, with the protection of the goddess. dangerous."
Lor'themar did not speak, Sylvanas shook her head slightly: "This is our habit, it's okay, Chief Arcanist, you don't have to worry about us."
Upon seeing this, Talissa stopped persuading, but instead put down the food in her hand and returned to Suramar's team.
After a while, the sensitive Sylvanas suddenly felt something in a dark corner that the sun could not reach in the distance. She took off the spear on her back with her backhand, and then turned her head to remind loudly: "All troops are on guard, Lother Ma, northeast, flares!"
Lor'themar Theron also felt that something was wrong. He had already taken out the short crossbow around his waist, inserted a weird short arrow, raised his hand and shot it, and the arrow flew into the air and exploded a white holy light. Light up the corner of the hall.
Aluriel was still chatting with Talissa, the chief arcanist was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous after seeing the movements of Lor'themar Theron and Sylvanas.
"Relax, Talissa, this is the Temple of Elune, it won't be dangerous, the township from Quel'Thalas... the compatriots are too nervous," Aluriel sneered, and then waved A look at the purple double-headed sword in his hand, "What's more, the Suramar Swordsmen are well-equipped and superb martial arts, and they are capable of facing various situations..."
Before the words were over, a long arrow with a blue light and some illusion sprang out from the darkness. A magic swordsman fell in response, and the Quel'Thalas who fired a flare on the other side were also attacked by a three-bladed dart. But the guarded rangers easily avoided these attacks.
With the flares fired by Lor'themar, everyone could clearly see who attacked them: it was a group of illusory and tall elves, all transparent, standing quietly in place.
Talisa recognized those people as ghost-shaped elves and stepped forward to say a few words, but the elves bowed their bows and aimed their arrows at them: "Intruder, how dare you desecrate such a sacred place! Take the goddess! In the name of, destroy these intruders!"
"Torilisar\'thera\'nal!" The ancient battle roar resounded through the hall, and the huntress ghosts riding leopards rushed forward in an instant, bursting into the front of the crowd with short arrows shining magical aura.
"Anar\';belore!" Lor'themar and the ranger under his command fired a round of crossbow arrows and then pulled out the double knives on their waists, directly stopped the rushing huntress, and fought with them.
Sylvanas also picked up her spear, and a low "pupu" sound came into the ears of the magic swordsmen who were still in a daze. Aluriel saw this female ranger with a slightly peculiar weapon, and coordinated with the rangers who wield double knives to fight against the ghost huntresses.
Whenever the fire from the long nozzle flashed, the ghost on the opposite side would pause, and a huge wound would appear on his body.
However, the priests standing in the distance always waved their staff in time, and a blue beam of light fell from the sky, quickly repairing the wound on the ghost hunter.
"Cencilia, Lucia, you attack the priests and stop them from casting spells!"
"Yes!"
The two apprentices of Aristophanes directly wielded their wands to condense their magic power, and the cones and fireballs kept shooting at the ghost priests. They had to suspend the spellcasting and avoid the spells, and then the two huntresses standing in front were caught by Lor'themar The rangers were chopped into stars.
But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, two more huntresses sprang out of the shadows, and the ghost priests ordered the ghost archers beside them to attack everyone present, and everyone in Quel'Thalas fell into a sudden A hard fight.
Lor'themar, who was fighting close to the huntress, was hit by a blue arrow. The ghost leopard in front of him raised his front paws high. After the shooting, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the purple shield directly blocked the attacks of the ghosts.
"Is it all right?" the purple-skinned night son turned his head and asked.
Lor'themar recognized that Suramar’s chief arcanist had saved him. He shook his head. Suddenly, the huntress in front of him clenched the three-bladed dart with both hands. The light on it was brilliant. The ranger ignored the injured left shoulder and shouted,
Be careful! "I got up and stood in front of Talissa.
The huntress shouted "Andu--dor!" and slashed the weapon in her hand at the two of them. The shield supported by Talissa was punctured like a bubble. Lor'themar opened her eyes wide as she approached. Weapons.
Aluriel is still pursuing his team of magic swordsmen, Sylvanas is willing to rescue, but she also scored the energy to protect the two wizards, these people can only watch the three-bladed dart stab the male ranger.
Suddenly everything in the hall fell into a static state, whether it was the bullets and bows with blue light, rune-engraved bullets, bows and arrows, or the hideous expressions on the faces of the rangers and huntresses. Lother, who hadn't stood still after jumping up Ma, the slightly flustered Talissa, the magic swordsman with a look of fear on his face, and Sylvanas who calmly commanded the ranger all formed a sharp contrast.
Three figures appeared. It was Elisand, Aegwynn, and Aristophanes. They stood at the entrance of the underground stairs, quietly looking at the slightly chaotic battlefield in front of them. Elisand raised his hand, purple. The magic circle flickered.
"Nice time spell," Aegwynn, wearing a hood and holding a purple staff, said softly, and the purple light flashing in his eyes quickly analyzed the magic principle of the Grand Magister.
"It's not worth mentioning a small spell," Elisande maintained the time spell, staring at the ghosts with dignity, "The Temple of Elune has buried countless powerful priests of Elune, and they maintain their beliefs during their lifetime. We still perform our duties faithfully, and our arrival disturbed them, so let's seal this place and let these ghosts continue to sleep."
Aegwynn didn't speak, and Aristophane flashed into the defensive circle of the Quel'Thalas spirit ~EbookFREE.me~ and pulled Talissa and Lor'themar out of the huntress's attack.
"Remove the spells, Grand Magister, I have saved them!"
Elisande nodded and turned with his right hand. The time flow in the hall continued to flow. With the sound of clanging arrows landing, Queldore and Chateauré in the hall also found Aristo. The three of Fen.
"Sylvanas, lead Lor'themar and the others out, leave it to us here!" Aristophane said while opening a huge shield to block the attacks of the ghosts.
"Then be careful!" Sylvanas didn't get tangled, turned around and led the ranger out.
"Aluriel, Talissa, you lead the Demon Swordsman and withdraw too!" Elisand also walked to Aristophane and turned his head.
"Your Excellency, Grand Sorcerer, I..." Aluriel wanted to say something, but Elisand glanced at her coldly. The leader of the Sorcerer turned pale, and he led the Sorcerer to follow Hill. Vanas and others withdrew from the main hall.