Chapter 691 It Will Rain Heavily

Levin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then used his psychic powers to start weaving a strong psychic barrier for himself. This barrier can withstand the terrible whispers from the Old Gods and protect his mind from being corroded by darkness.

Levin could feel that Illidan was impatient with waiting at this moment, and his curiosity became more and more intense, so with the completion of the mental barrier, Levin immersed himself in the lake.

The well water was cold and dark, as if there were countless tentacles trying to invade his consciousness. He struggled to stay awake and began to draw energy from the dark depths of the well. He could feel that the surroundings were full of powerful magical power. These powers poured into his body like turbulent waves, making every cell in his body tremble.

However, during this process, a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his heart. He wants to take all the power of the Well of Eternity as his own and become invincible. This thought was like an evil seed, trying to take root and sprout deep in his mind.

But fortunately, the mental barrier he had woven before worked. It is like a strong line of defense, resisting this temptation. Levin opened his eyes suddenly and realized that he was almost swallowed by darkness. He quickly withdrew from the filthy well water and returned to the real world.

Not long after, the two wandering souls quickly returned to their bodies as if they were attracted by magnetism. Although they are far away from the Well of Eternity, the connection between their bodies and the well water is still as close as ever, as if there is an invisible tie that tightly binds them together.

Levin took a deep breath and immediately prepared to cast the spell. He had to act quickly to get rid of the indescribable feeling of filth in his soul. This feeling was like an invisible hand, always fiddling with the depths of his soul, trying to lure him into darkness.

At this time, the mages were already in place. They stood around Levin, forming a huge magic circle. Everyone's face was full of anticipation, and they were all ready, waiting for Levin's order.

Once Levin begins to cast a spell, they will immediately increase the intensity of the magic a hundred times and then unleash it violently on the enemy.

Levin stared ahead, and began to brew weather spells in his heart. Both druids and mages had magical magic to manipulate the weather. In contrast, [Druids who master the power of nature are undoubtedly more comfortable in the negative aspect - after all, Taiqi is also ten parts of nature.

But with Levin's current druid level, the range of weather he can influence is really limited - and the goal he wants to achieve would require a demigod druid at least.

So, maybe De Malfurion in the world ten thousand years from now can fulfill this request.

Therefore, he needs to use the power of the mage group and the Well of Eternity to assist him.

"Are you ready?" Levin asked in a low voice.

"Ready!" the mages replied in unison.

Levin nodded and closed his eyes. He began to recite the mantra silently in his heart, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, his hands began to move rapidly in the air, and he muttered words. A powerful magical energy began to emerge from his body and quickly spread to the surroundings.

At the same time, the mages also started their chants, and a large amount of magic began to gather, (cbfi) activating all the elements in the world under Levin's control. Their magical energy began to merge with Levin's energy, forming a more powerful force, which was then injected into the surrounding atmosphere.

At some point, sparse raindrops fell from the sky. They patted the ground gently, as if silently crying for the tragedies on the battlefield.

Luo Ning raised his head and looked at the gray sky, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

As time goes by, the raindrops gradually become denser, and they pierce the earth like countless thin needles, making a crisp sound. Soon, the rain began to pour down rapidly, forming silver curtains of water that enveloped the entire world.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, dazzling lightning pierced the darkness, and deafening thunder echoed in everyone's ears. Just like the mood of everyone on the battlefield - sadness, anger, despair, despair... all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined in people's hearts, as if echoing the increasingly gloomy weather.

Then, the wind suddenly rose, and it raged across the battlefield like an angry giant beast, roaring and roaring, as if mourning for the elves who had lost their comrades and relatives. The storm beat everything, and the trees swayed and groaned in the strong wind.

Under the influence of the wind, the rain became faster and more violent, and they gathered into raging torrents, overwhelming everything on the ground. The muddy ground was riddled with holes by the rain, and the bloodstains on the battlefield were also washed away, leaving only desolation and desolation.

However, in the center of the storm, the mage group was miraculously not affected at all. They still stood firmly in place and maintained their posture of casting spells.

Luo Ning's eyes widened and he looked at all this in disbelief. He took a few steps forward, wanting to test how hard the rain would fall, but just when he left the range of the magic circle, he was suddenly hit by a heavy rain.

He took a few steps forward, wanting to test how hard the rain would fall, but just as he left the range of the magic circle, he was immediately hit by a heavy rain.

Luo Ning still underestimated the heavy rain's best friend summoned by Levin. The amount of water pouring down like a galaxy brought a powerful impact, which directly caused him to stumble and fell to the muddy ground. The downpour of rain continued to beat him. he. His clothes were instantly soaked by the rain and clung to his body, making him feel a biting cold. Luo Ning struggled to stand up, but the impact of the rainstorm prevented him from moving.

"Is this his magic————?" Luo Ning blurted out, his voice seemed extremely weak in the storm.

He looked at the group of mages who were still standing firmly, and his heart was filled with shock and awe. This storm was of course caused by Levin's magic, but Ronin still felt unbelievable every time he thought that this young night elf druid could control such a powerful natural force.

He really didn't expect that there were such talents among the druids from ten thousand years ago. But if that was the case, why didn't the name "Levin Cuiye" appear in history?

With heavy rains and strong winds roaring, the war was finally forced to suspend. The armies of both warring parties retreated with difficulty in the wind and rain. The demons retreated into the ruins destroyed by Neltharion, while the elven army quickly withdrew in the opposite direction. At this moment, they are all facing a new and equally dangerous enemy - the raging rainstorm.

The heavy downpour washed away the earth, causing mudslides, making the roads muddy, and the marching speed was greatly reduced. A towering mountain landslided under the heavy rain. The huge mountain seemed to collapse, crashing towards a group of unprepared demon guards. A huge hell hound struggled hard in the soft soil, but its four claws had lost their former power and could not find a point of strength. Eventually, it and its owner slipped off the ridge and fell to death in a mud desert.

As the armies of both sides disengaged, Levin also began to adjust his strategy. He once again called on the help of the power of nature to project the wrath of nature in the direction of the enemy.

Under his control, the clouds in the sky began to roll and surge, forming a huge vortex, slowly moving towards the Burning Legion's position.

Gradually, the slowly retreating elven army found that the rain on their side began to weaken, while the Burning Legion fled in all directions on the land ravaged by Neltharion. The heavy rain over there was as fierce as the wrath of the sky, and it was about to submerge the entire world in floods.

Luo Ning looked up and found that the rain above his head had stopped. He clearly saw that the heavy rain was moving in the direction of Aissalin, which was the base camp of the Burning Legion.

"Well done, Druid! Well done!" Luo Ning couldn't help but praise loudly.

However, the heavy rain is only the prelude to divine punishment. Soon, the strong wind and thunder also joined the crusade against the demons, as if the force of nature itself was full of hostility to these dark creatures. As a deafening thunder sounded, the sky was torn apart, and countless lightning bolts snaked down like silver snakes, hitting the demons' heads with precision.

There are no Doom Guards flying in the sky anymore. These demons who were once arrogant in the sky have now become the primary targets of strong winds and thunder. Their huge bodies were swaying in the strong wind, and their wings were broken under the bombardment of thunder and lightning.

Those doomsday guards who insisted on staying in the air were eventually either blown down by the strong wind or directly hit by lightning, turning into a ball of coke and falling from the sky.

The demon guards on the ground also fell into panic. They discarded their weapons one after another, fearing that these metal products would become "lightning rods" in thunderstorms. For a time, the sound of metal falling to the ground came and went on the battlefield, intertwined with the sounds of thunder and rain to form a chaotic symphony.

The demon army began a comprehensive retreat. They were unable to fight back under the pressure of the force of nature, and could only flee in embarrassment from this land shrouded in divine punishment. Their footsteps stumbled in the mud, and their bodies were covered with mud and rain. The arrogance of the past was gone. .