Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The Silvermoon Legion's counterattack has just begun.

"Hiss!!!"

A piercing scream, as if the soul had been torn apart, came from the battlefield between Kerrigan and the level six Mother Nest in the distance!

It was filled with pain, fear, and despair before the end of life.

The shriek lasted only half a second before abruptly stopping.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and majestic will swept across the entire void.

Azshara's emerald eyes narrowed suddenly, and she abruptly turned her head to look in that direction.

The level 6 mother nest, which was just clashing wildly with the dark gold insect ball, has had its massive life force completely extinguished!

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

On the Zerg side, the swarm of Zerg that had been frantically attacking the defensive line froze, and countless Zerg units reflected bewilderment and instinctive fear in their compound eyes.

"That level six mother nest... is dead?" Elf Queen Serafina's voice trembled, her heart filled with shock.

High Priest Karendil's aged body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed with emotion.

Azshara took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

Her will, like the loudest horn, instantly resounded throughout the entire Silvermoon Legion.

"The Zerg level 6 mother hive has been destroyed by Elder Ian Marcus!"

"Warriors of the Silvermoon Legion! Counterattack! Counterattack with all your might! Drive these filthy insects out of our lines!"

"kill!!!"

This declaration was like pouring a ladle of ice water into a boiling oil pan, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of all the wizards!

"kill!"

"For the Wizarding League!"

"For the Silver Moon!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the wizards, who had only barely managed to stabilize themselves and were beginning to launch tentative counterattacks, now had bloodshot eyes and their magical power surged out like a burst dam!

Beams of magical light poured down on the sea of ​​insects like a torrential rain.

Fire, frost, thunder, acid, purifying light... countless destructive energies exploded within the swarm.

The Wizard Tower's artillery fire intensified, the War Fortress's massive wizard array operated at full power, and even the wounded Moon Wizards struggled to maintain their positions, unleashing their rule domains once more to relentlessly annihilate the Zerg forces that had lost unified command and fallen into chaos.

Morale is an invisible and intangible force, yet it is real and powerful enough to turn the tide of battle!

However, this is just the beginning.

Just as everyone was getting excited about Kerrigan's victory and launching a frenzied counterattack.

"Ugh!!!"

Another, even shorter, but equally resentful and painful scream came from the battlefield where Ian was!

Everyone instinctively looked over.

In the void battlefield shrouded by the golden-red sun and the blood-red crescent moon, the massive body of the originally shattered Level 6 Mother Nest was "collapsed" inward in a strange way!

It appears that the core internal support structure was forcibly removed and destroyed.

The golden-red sun, like the hottest furnace, scorched and vaporized its broken shell and flesh layer by layer.

The crescent moon cast its blood-red light, precisely piercing the deepest part of its psionic core, utterly shattering the frantically struggling hive will.

One by one, the light in the tens of thousands of compound eyes of the mother nest went out.

That enormous body, with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, lost all its support and began to silently disintegrate and dissipate.

The second level-six mother hive... has fallen!

This time, it was Ian Marcus, a level 5 Moonlit Wizard, who killed him head-on!

The entire battlefield fell into a second, even more complete and utter silence.

Whether it was the Silvermoon Legion's wizards or the Zerg units waiting in the distance to strike, they all seemed to be held back by an invisible giant hand.

Serafina's staff fell to the ground with a clatter, but she was completely unaware, staring blankly as the sun and moon's halos slowly receded in the void.

Karendil's mouth gradually opened wide, and the faces of the elven elders behind him were filled with shock, tears welling up in their eyes.

Level 5 Moonlit Night, a direct hit on a Level 6 Mother Nest!!

This has completely overturned their understanding of power levels.

Even the most elite Radiant Moon cultivators would find it difficult to even hold off and delay a level six being, let alone kill it? That would be a feat only found in legends.

After a brief silence, a volcanic roar erupted!

"Elder Marcus!!!"

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

"We won! We won!"

Every member of the Silvermoon Legion had an almost fanatical adoration and fighting spirit in their eyes.

Ian and Kerrigan's victory signifies not only the disappearance of two formidable enemies, but also a belief.

The Zerg are not invincible; even a level 6 Mother Hive can die!

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, there are still four level-six mother nests remaining.

Almost the instant the second mother nest fell, they all let out a shriek of shock and anger.

The shrieking sound no longer carried the chill of before; instead, it was filled with fear and a desire to retreat.

The four enormous, dark purple "planet" simultaneously changed direction, their surfaces surging with psionic energy, and began to retreat desperately into the depths of the insect swarm behind them.

They even deliberately severed their psionic connections with the surrounding Zerg, allowing the lower-level Zerg to descend into deeper chaos, all in an effort to escape the battlefield as quickly as possible.

"Trying to run?" Ian's icy voice rang out.

The realm of the sun and moon lit up again, and the tower transformed into a stream of light, ready to give chase.

Kerrigan's Dark Gold Insect Ball also finished devouring and regenerating. With a flap of its six pairs of crystal wings, it was about to pounce on the nearest retreating Mother Nest.

"Ian, Kerrigan, stop!"

Azshara's voice carried a hint of urgency as she promptly stopped the two from acting.

Ian paused slightly, and Kerrigan, hovering in the void, looked at Azshara with a puzzled expression.

"Don't chase after them yet, we have more important things to do," Azshara quickly explained.

"Look, they're retreating in different directions; they're clearly fleeing for their lives. Even if the three of us work together, we can only manage to keep two alive at most. The other two will still escape."

Kerry Gan, still not satisfied, quickly locked his gaze on one of the slower-moving cars and prepared to give chase.

"Stop, Kerrigan," Ian said at the opportune moment.

Azshara looked at Ian, then at Kerrigan's ferocious and powerful insectoid orb, her eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

"I know you still have resources, but the most urgent task right now is not to hunt down these stray dogs."

Azshara quickly explained, "As you just saw, the Zerg have mobilized 150 level 6 mother hives and distributed them across various defense zones."

"We in the G-7 sector face the greatest pressure because I only have fifteen Radiant Moons under my command."

There was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"The War King Bloom and the Star Council have built their power over countless years. They have dozens, even hundreds, of Moon Wizards under their command. Combined with their massive war fortresses and legions, their defensive pressure is much less than ours. However, they are also entangled in the Mother Nest and cannot break free."

"The thirty Sun Thrones of the Alliance are currently engaged in fierce battles in their respective defense zones and are unable to gather together as before to unleash the [Civilization Barrier]."

A resolute glint flashed in Azshara's eyes. "I need you to support the other struggling defenses, to help the Thrones there quickly repel or destroy the level six Motherhounds that are holding them back, so they can break free!"

"Once twenty Suns are gathered, the [Civilization Barrier] can be activated."

Ian nodded. At the start of the war, the thirty Sun Thrones joined forces and condensed a phantom close to a level seven True Spirit, wiping out the swarm of insects and several level six mother nests at the entrance of the passage with a single blow.

The power of that strike is still etched in his memory.

"As long as the [Civilization Barrier] can be used again," Azshara's voice rose slightly, "the tide of battle can be turned, not in defense, but in reversal."

Ian understood. He and Kerrigan were now the key "Rangers" and "Disruptors"!

"Why not use the [Civilization Barrier] from the beginning?" Ian asked, puzzled.

"That won't work," Azshara said with a wry smile. "They also have similar combined arcane arts; the combined power of one hundred and fifty Void Mothers..."

The only good news is that the combined secret technique of the mother nest requires a large number of them, and they can only be defeated one by one after they are dispersed.

Moreover, the power that those throne-kings have cultivated over many years cannot be abandoned.

"Tell me which defense zones are most critical, and their coordinates," Ian said in a deep voice.

"Good!" A glint flashed in Azshara's eyes as she shot a stream of emerald light containing the highest level of authentication toward the Tower of Eternity.

"This is the exclusive battlefield emergency communication channel key for the Throne of the Sun. I have already entered your soul fluctuations and... Kerrigan's special identifier."

"Through this channel, you can receive real-time battle information and requests for assistance from all defense zones, and you can also communicate directly with other thrones."

Ian took the key, and a brand new channel interface slowly unfolded in his mental sea.

First, there were constantly flashing code names for each defense zone, battle reports, and some brief distress signals.

"Sector G-5 needs support; a level 6 mother hive..."

"A gap has appeared in the H-2 area's defenses, and high-level combat forces are urgently needed to fill it..."

"..."

In addition to this information, dozens of points of light float at the very top, each representing a Sun Throne that has accessed the channel.

The colors of the light spots are all different.

Azshara is a warm, verdant green; Bron is a fiery crimson; Umbrolos is a dazzling silver-white; and Orensor is a rich, deep golden yellow.

There were also some points of light that Ian had never seen before, deep purple, dark orange, dark green... each one radiating a heart-stopping fluctuation.

Thirty points of light, thirty thrones of radiant suns.

The moment Ian's consciousness entered the channel, dozens of wills swept over at the same time.

There was scrutiny, surprise, and curiosity. At this crucial moment, a Radiant Moon Wizard had accessed the Sun Throne's encrypted channel, suggesting that something urgent had come of it.

"Azshara." Bron's will was the first to sound, filled with undisguised surprise.

"Why bring a little guy in at this time? Is there some reason?"

"The consciousness beside him..." Orion's will interjected, his tone tinged with academic interest.

"The aura of a level six hive, but the rules and structure are completely different. A divine system? Has the Zerg hive fused with the power of faith?"

"Her name is Kerrigan," Ian explained.

His will remained steady, unwavering even when facing thirty thrones of the Sun.

"He is also one of my allies, with level six strength. He just destroyed a level six Mother Nest in the G-7 defense zone."

The channel was silent for a moment, then instantly erupted in excitement.

"A kill?" Braum's voice rose a notch. "Are you sure?"

"I can guarantee that," Azshara began, "and Ian himself also destroyed another level six Mother Nest."

Suddenly, no one spoke in the channel.

Only Brûl's will resounded once more: "Hahahaha! Excellent! Very good! Azshara, you've struck gold!"

"He wasn't found," Azshara said with a hint of amusement. "He is the chief elder of my Silvermoon Highlands."

"Fine, fine, it's yours." Bloom's laughter made the channel buzz.

"With your support, we'll soon have twenty men, and then... we'll launch a major counterattack!"

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