Seeing Rowan's focused gaze and concerned expression, Capernian assumed it had been an innocent mistake and did not dwell on the matter.
"What are you two doing? I can't hold them off much longer." Sylvanas had emptied two quivers, and the bowstring had left streaks of cuts across her slender, pale fingers.
Rowan reached out and pulled Capernian to her feet. She cast a clarity spell on herself, forcibly bringing down her body temperature.
They were still at a severe disadvantage. Capernian gathered her thoughts and turned her attention back to the enemies swarming toward them.
Explosions thundered in succession as Pyroblasts and frostbolts flew, bringing down swaths of the Doomguards charging at the front.
How could that Arcanist still fight? Gleazer had watched his focused beam knock her to the ground, gravely wounded.
Gleazer had spent years campaigning with the Burning Legion and participated in over a hundred battles, large and small. As a scout in the Legion's Vanguard, most of his opponents were rangers conducting counter-reconnaissance and spellcasters who controlled energy.
Rangers were tough and could take a beating, with considerable vitality. That much made sense.
But these spellcasters who toyed with energy generally lost the ability to resist once fel spells or close-range attacks brought them down.
Yet this elven Arcanist was still full of life. Despite such serious injuries, she had recovered in less than half a minute as though nothing had happened.
What kind of bizarre healing ability was that?
But that was not all. The most monstrous of them was the frail human who had cast the healing spell.
That human looked unremarkable, but deadly power lurked beneath his ordinary appearance.
Strange. This human showed no outward energy signature, yet he could control the elements and healing power.
Moreover, even under attack from nearly