Listening to the man before her seemingly use magical communication to say a string of strange words to someone, Sylvanas was utterly baffled.
She understood every single word he had said, yet when they were put together, she could not guess what they meant at all.
"Um... can I ask, Sandor? What exactly were you talking about just now? Orbital... strike, or something? Is that... some kind of code?"
"Not code. A kind of weapon." Ye Ting smiled without explaining further. "Just watch. You'll soon witness the power of an orbital strike."
"Honestly, just like before, always being so mysterious." Sylvanas could not help but grumble. Still, because of Ye Ting's past accomplishments and her trust in him, the elven ranger eased her worries somewhat and began waiting patiently.
Even though the undead encirclement was already less than ten meters away.
Yet several seconds passed. The skeleton soldiers were practically in their faces, but Sylvanas still had not sensed what she had been waiting for.
In her understanding, any large-scale spell consumed a tremendous amount of mana, and when such magic was activated, intense mana fluctuations would always arise within the casting area.
Because of this, many large-scale spells could be detected in advance. Well-trained mages, and even some people sensitive to mana, could more or less accomplish this.
As a Quel'dorei with a high affinity for magic, Sylvanas naturally possessed a little of this ability as well.
But even now, she had not sensed any abnormal mana fluctuations. Only the power of death grew increasingly dense as the undead army drew closer.
What was going on? Had his plan failed? Or had he been lying?
Yet the calm expression on Ye Ting's face denied both possibilities.
Just as Sylvanas began to grow secretly anxious, the sky directly above the