Sindaiseth's offensive suddenly stalled!
Even without turning his head, he instantly grasped the sudden change in the situation behind him.
In a flash of lightning, a counter-strategy was already formed.
His speed was undiminished, and in an instant, he had circled behind the female Elf Mage, Jarinde!
He firmly restrained her with one hand, while the other held a blade, its tip pressed steadily against her throat, a thin line of blood slowly seeping out.
Only then did he clearly see the owner of the male voice and the threat he posed—a male Elf hovered in mid-air not far away, surrounded by a scorching aura of arcane light.
He held his hands as if grasping something, clutching two chains made of arcane fire.
And the other ends of the chains were wrapped around two familiar figures!
The 'glamour' on both of them had failed due to severe injuries, revealing Dracthyr's true appearance.
At this moment, their scales were charred and damaged in many places, and blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, clearly indicating they had been injured and captured after a fierce struggle.
The scorching chains cruelly seared their scales, emitting a piercing'sizzling' sound, bringing unbearable agony.
Their faces were distorted with pain, yet they still gritted their teeth, not uttering a single cry of anguish.
A flicker of surprise crossed the male Elf Mage's face, quickly transforming into a twisting fury.
He hadn't expected the opponent to react so quickly, nor had he expected his companions to be instantly counter-controlled!
His fingers tightened sharply, and the flames on the chains 'boomed' and surged, causing the two Dracthyr to tremble violently!
"Let her go! You damned worm!" The male Elf Mage's voice was hoarse with rage. "Immediately drop your transformation and release Jarinde! Otherwise, I will burn them alive into ashes right before your eyes!"
The temperature of the flame chains rapidly increased, and even wisps of smoke began to rise from the two restrained Dracthyr. Suppressed groans of pain were forced out through their clenched teeth.
Sindaiseth's cold, vertical pupils locked onto the male Elf Mage, then swept over his struggling, pained teammates.
The arm he had around Jarinde not only did not loosen in the slightest, but he also pressed the tip of his dagger deeper into the skin of her neck.
Jarinde's breathing was ragged, her eyes filled with humiliation and panic, not daring to make the slightest move.
"A gamble? I like gambles too." Sindaiseth's voice was low and hoarse, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the crackling of burning flames and the shrill alarms in the distance.
"If you also don't care about your 'little girlfriend's' life, you can certainly try."
His gaze pierced the male Elf Mage's face, twisted with anger.
"Bet that before your spell burns my teammates to death—"
Sindaiseth tilted his head slightly, his cold breath fanning Jarinde's ear, and the blade's tip pressed in another half-inch, making Jarinde let out a suppressed grunt of pain.
"—my blade can cut her throat and scramble her brains first."
Of course, he didn't know the relationship between these two Elves, but in Sindaiseth's eyes, it wasn't too difficult to guess.
Judging from the male Elf's expression, even if they weren't lovers, she was at least an object of his unrequited affection.
The male Elf's face twitched with anger, and the surrounding arcane glow flickered erratically, revealing the struggle and fury within its owner.
Sindaiseth's words pierced his heart like venomous barbs.
He certainly wanted to burn those two damned invaders to death immediately, but Jarinde—a representative of the Frostwhisper family, one of the core members of the Council!
Her death, especially if she fell when he 'had the chance' to save her, would have consequences far beyond what he, Chris Sunspear, alone could bear!
The Council's interrogation, the Frostwhisper family's wrath—the price was too great!
Coupled with the secret in his heart—all of this made him hesitant to act!
"Despicable worm!" The male Mage squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with fury.
His knuckles, gripping the flame chains, turned white, and the flames leaped violently, making the two Dracthyr convulse, but he ultimately did not further increase the intensity to turn them to ash.
He was hesitating, weighing the pros and cons of each option.
Sindaiseth had been closely watching his expression, and at the moment that intense emotion gradually subsided and reason returned, he finally detected a slight softening.
It was a look of relief, meaning the other party had made a decision. And that was the signal he wanted.
"Since you are so eager for 'mana'—" Sindaiseth's voice suddenly rang out, instantly interrupting the male Elf's newly clarified thoughts.
Almost at the same time, he abruptly grabbed Jarinde's left arm, gave a fierce tug and swing, and threw her like a broken sack towards the statue of Azshara on the side.
The force of this throw was astonishing, and the angle was even more cunning. Jarinde screamed, completely lost control, and flew straight towards the statue!
His right hand swiftly swept across his belt, replacing the dagger with the overheated, glowing Mana Siphon Cube with lightning speed!
He watched the male Mage's expression change dramatically due to the sudden turn of events, and his thumb pressed down hard on the lethal button on its side!
"...Then I'll give it back to you! Catch!"
!!!
The cube, a few seconds after leaving his hand, burst into dazzling white light while still in mid-air, flying towards the male Elf!
A destructive tsunami of unstable arcane energy spewed forth from it, twisting and tearing the surrounding space!
It was no longer a container, but a lit arcane bomb!
The male Elf Mage, who had just been preparing to rush towards Jarinde, paused, realizing something was terribly wrong!
When he saw the scorching white orb radiating destructive energy, his pupils instantly contracted!
Extreme fear overwhelmed his anger!
He had no time to think about rescuing Jarinde or executing the captives; the instinct for survival drove him to frantically inject all his mana into the flame shield on his body, while simultaneously trying to dodge to the side!
However, it was too late!
The arcane bomb exploded with a roar less than five meters from him!
"Boom—!"
First, a brilliant white orb suddenly expanded, engulfing everything around it!
Then, a violent shockwave tore through the air, carrying the scorching and destructive wrath, sweeping across all directions!
The male Elf bore the brunt of it, his hastily conjured flame shield torn apart like paper.
He screamed, then was swallowed by the high temperature and impact, screaming as he was sent flying backward, his beautiful magical robe instantly charred and ripped, smashing into the stone wall with scorching flames.
At the edge of the explosion's epicenter, Sindaiseth had rushed to his two severely injured teammates, but he too was thrown by the ensuing torrent of energy.
"Pfft—!" He spat a mouthful of blood in mid-air, his back scales shattered, excruciating pain tearing at every nerve.
But he held onto the two tightly, exposing his back to the shockwave, his wings wrapped tightly, shielding them firmly in front of him!
"Grab onto me!" he roared amidst the deafening explosion and the shriek of the energy turbulence!
Though the two Dracthyr were covered in wounds and their consciousness was hazy, their survival instinct and warrior's will made them react instantly, using their last reserves of strength to grab onto Sindaiseth!
The three of them, like fallen leaves caught in a gale, were propelled by the explosion's shockwave, tumbling and uncontrollably crashing towards the faint purple barrier several meters away!
Their previously faked authorization was still active, so all three passed through the barrier without hindrance.
But the explosion's shockwave did not.
The already considerably dimmed barrier flickered rapidly a few times in the violent explosion, finally, after an almost inaudible 'click,'
It completely extinguished!
The three Dracthyr were still tumbling in the air, but the barrier had blocked the subsequent shockwave for them.
This gave them a chance!
Sindaiseth endured the intense pain, spread his wings, and used the airflow to forcefully stabilize his posture in mid-air.
"Fly!" he growled.
His two teammates also gritted their teeth and spread their wing membranes, barely stabilizing themselves.
Then, the three figures, flying together, swept across the chaotic and alarm-blaring Sendarra, disappearing into the night sky—
Behind them, the center of the explosion was a wreck.
The ground was blasted into a charred crater, nearby statues had toppled, and building surfaces were covered in cracks.
Jarinde had been thrown against a statue by the shockwave, her head bleeding, her fate unknown.
Chris, further away, was deeply embedded in the stone wall, still groaning incessantly.
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