"I've been wondering how Mr. Presto will help us..."
Grokush stood on a hillside not far from Dalaran, looking at the city that was being burned in the distance in the dark night, and the monsters flying in the sky. As a dead man, he shouldn't be surprised.
This emotion, but after witnessing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"It's actually...a dragon..."
Seeing that a dead man was shocked, the illusion of Lord Presto standing next to Grokush showed a satisfied smile, seeming to be very satisfied with the appearance of his "minions".
"Mortals think that they are the masters of the world. The magicians of Dalaran think that they can control the whole world by mastering magic. They arrogantly challenge the world, just like a group of ants challenging the giant. You see, I just flicked
Fingers let them see the fact clearly..."
"What fact?"
Grokush got on his horse, and after the skeleton warhorse was ready to charge, he looked back at the gradually dissipating magical illusion. On the distorted cheek, the last taunt of the mysterious lord still remained.
"I let them return to the system of life in this world, where they should be... they can be crushed to death with one kick... ants!"
Seeing the magical illusion disappear, a hint of disdain appeared on the expressionless face of the orc death knight. Maybe this lord did possess powerful power, but didn't he pretend to be a human and live under human rules?
I don’t know where this weird arrogance comes from...
"Click"
The black iron helmet was closed, only the gray eyes were exposed. The battle ax in the death knight's hand was swung forward. This silent movement represented the beginning of the attack. While the death knights rushed towards the burning Dalaran,
In the other direction, Grom's orcs have already entered the chaotic magic city.
Dalaran, one of the seven human kingdoms and the smallest country, has only one city managed by mages, and that is the pure white city of Dalaran located on the shores of Lake Lordamre, the holy land of human mages.
In the second war between the orcs and humans that just ended a few months ago, the orcs led by Orgrim besieged the city. Under the stubborn resistance of the mages, the orcs failed to break through it, but three points outside the city
One of the buildings was destroyed by the war.
After the war, the mages were busy working with the rulers of various countries to restore the order of the human world. On the other hand, they also took the time to renovate their only city. The noble mages would definitely not build the city by themselves. They are mysterious and noble.
Their magic couldn't be used for such lowly things, so they recruited many workers from the surrounding human towns.
And this move, which was nothing wrong, brought unimaginable disaster to Dalaran in the dark night of the sudden attack.
More than 20 giant black dragons flapped their wings and flew over Dalaran. These behemoths were no different from the red dragons that the orcs once controlled, but the black dragons who were good at melee combat were stronger than the red dragons, with bigger wings and thicker scales.
It is hard, the dragon fire it spits out is hotter and more lethal, and its temperament is more cruel.
As a black dragon that betrayed the Aspect Dragon Legion ten thousand years ago and was hunted down, it has not appeared on the stage of history for thousands of years. But now, these black giant beasts that have been almost declared extinct suddenly appear in the world.
Over the defensive Dalaran, they let out a low hiss, as if playing a cruel game, using their hot dragon breath to ignite the newly built houses.
The mages armed with knowledge and magic may not be afraid of the black dragon, but ordinary people can't... The moment the first dragon fire fell, thousands of sleeping workers fell into a riot.
They were running around in panic, like headless flies, driven by dragon fire that obviously had some kind of strategy, and they were running towards the city.
The order of Dalaran was disrupted in an instant.
On the dozens of mage towers erected inside the city, the mage who can still move has already begun to take action. Amidst the dragon fire falling from the sky, the dark night of Dalaran is illuminated by the luster of the magic guided by the mage, everywhere.
The flying fireballs, ice cones, and some defensive barriers, the roar of magic, and the roar of the dragon made Grom Hellscream couldn't help but raise his head as he rushed into the city along the fire.
Wherever you look, the flying light draws out a gorgeous trajectory in the darkness, as if you are watching a war movie, and the panic that permeates the city in front of you is the background of this cruel movie.
"Look for the mages' treasure trove! Don't fight them!"
Dalaran is different from Alterac City. There is still the power to fight back here, so the chief decisively issued the order. At the same moment when the orcs rushed into the streets almost silently through the chaos of the city, at another time
On the side, the death knights also quickly disappeared into the burning city like ink dripping into the sea.
"Where did these black dragons come from!"
Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider stands on the top platform of his mage tower. Around him, the mages of Quel'Thalas have propped up a solid barrier. Some battle mages are driving away the black dragon in the sky, and the Elf Prince
He himself was thinking about the situation in front of him.
"Ouch!"
A frantic roar woke the prince up. He raised his head and saw that the purple barrier of the mage tower on the left was torn apart by two black dragons with their claws. The third black dragon folded its wings and hit it like a meteor.
The top of the gray mage tower.
"Bang"
It was like being hit directly by a cannonball. Bricks and rocks flew everywhere. The prince clearly saw the disaster of those human mages. The young apprentice was almost hit by the black dragon head-on. With blood splattering, his body was torn apart, just like the mage.
Like the tower, it was completely destroyed by the arrogant black dragon.
"That's the mage tower assigned to Archmage Khadgar."
Standing behind the prince, the high elf mage Lannathel whispered:
"Khadgar himself is not here, only some apprentices are maintaining it. They are no match for the dragon... What a pity."
The black dragon in the sky that destroyed the mage tower shook its huge head. The impact just now made it a little dizzy, but looking back at the destroyed mage tower and the blood stains on the corpses in the ruins, the brutal giant beast felt
There was a touch of joy.
It spread its wings and raised its head. Just when it was about to express its emotions with a roar, it saw the flame storm from the right exploded in a complicated and complex spell. The flames sprayed out from the spell were like
Like a big net, the black dragon that was caught off guard was tightly wrapped up.
"Helping Dalaran maintain order, Lana'thel, is a kindness from Quel'Thalas."
There was no expression on Prince Kael'thas's handsome face. He took a step forward and floated in the air. His gorgeous robes fluttered in the night wind. With the dancing of his fingers, a crisp bird-like chirp was heard in the burning
There was a sound in the flames, and the magical elements flapping the wings of the flames flew into the air. Its body was dotted with substantial flame feathers, with red and gold light floating around, and there were beautiful feathers at the tail.
It looks like the emblem of Quel'Thalas, the true phoenix.
"Oh... stop this atrocity!"
The prince stretched out his left hand and flicked it. A ball of beating flames burst out from his fingertips like a light cannon, knocking away the other black dragon that was attacking. The third black dragon opened its mouth and wanted to spray out.
The scorching shadow flames, but when it opened its mouth, the phoenix-like elemental creature flapped its wings and disappeared. When it reappeared, the scorching and slender beak fiercely pierced the dragon's neck.
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Amidst the painful roar of the black dragon, the battle mages of Quel'Thalas joined the battle one after another, and this was just the beginning. The ruler of Dalaran, the magic from the six-person council shook the sky above the city. Obviously, the wizards
They were also angered by the attack and launched a counterattack.
However, the black dragon in the sky attracted too much attention, and the news of the orcs entering the city had not yet reached the ears of the mages, because everyone who had seen the orcs was brutally killed.
"Bang"
The locked door of the Dalaran Bank's treasure house was split open by a blood roar. Amidst sparks flying, the heavy door burst out with the luster of magic. Amidst the shrill warning sounds, the tall Grom walked into the mage.
In their treasury.
"This is it! All the treasures of the mages are here! Search!"
The chief gave an order, and the orcs rushed into the treasure house quickly. Exquisite collections, priceless works of art, and manuscripts worth millions of dollars were all rudely thrown to the ground, smashed, trampled, and torn.
.
Behind Grom, the bodies of the six battle mages guarding the treasure trove were scattered on the ground, their bodies separated. Their final resistance caused Grom to lose several warriors, but their warning did not attract anyone.
Dalaran patrol.
Compared to the orcs, the black dragons causing chaos in the sky are the real trouble.
"Keep quiet and no one will hurt you, human."
At the same time, in the library display room in the center of Dalaran, Grokush looked around. There were books everywhere, and in front of him was a human mage wearing a robe. He stood there, seemingly as if he had no idea what he was doing.
He didn't see the death knight rushing in. He was completely immersed in his reading. A small tabby cat lay on his shoulder, looking at the death knight in front of him with curious eyes.
This unusual reaction made the orc stunned for a moment. Then, he stepped forward and tried to grab the weird mage's neck, but before it touched the neck, a ball of beating flame stopped Grokush's rough behavior.
.
"Human, tell me, where is the Eye of Dalaran?"
The mage turned his head and reached out to push the monocle on the bridge of his nose. There was no panic or fear in his eyes. On the contrary, there was a hint of curiosity that made Grokush's hair stand on end.
"Are you a death knight? I have dissected many of your kind before. Frankly speaking, this unsightly combination of soul and corpse really doesn't interest me much, but you seem to be an exception."
The black-clothed mage reached out and touched the kitten on his shoulder. He looked at Grokush. After an embarrassing ten seconds, he seemed to have lost interest. He coughed lightly, pointed to the top of his head, and focused his attention again.
Focus on the book in front of you:
"The things you want are on the second floor. Go get them. Be quiet and don't disturb my study...or I will dissect you!"
This attitude made the orc death knight a little confused, but his instinct told him that the psychotic black-clothed mage in front of him was weird. He took a step back, turned around and walked up the stairs. After a moment, the weapon pierced his body, and
The screams before death, the rhythm of magic emission, and the faint smell of blood, all caused a trace of anger to flash across the face of the black-clothed mage.
"Mr. Bigworth, do you think we should kill this idiot?"
He stroked the kitten on his shoulder and seemed to be asking for the pet's opinion. The latter responded with a sweet voice:
"Meow~"
"Okay, then consider him lucky."
Ten seconds later, Grokush walked down from the second floor with a box in his arms. Behind him were bloody footprints one after another. He looked back at the weird mage, who seemed to still be immersed in knowledge.
In the ocean, the death knight saw a line of names composed of golden threads on the mage's black robe.
"Kel'Thuzad?"
Grokush recited this line silently, and finally, in the strange atmosphere of silence between the two of them, he strode out of the library.
The streets of Dalaran are already covered with corpses, most of them were burned to death by the breath of the black dragon, and a small number were hacked to death by the orcs. The black dragons in the sky suffered a counterattack from the mages, and they have begun to retreat.
, Grokush looked around, and he felt a magic power approaching, so he decisively mounted his skeleton horse and rushed out of the city.
Ten minutes later, at the edge of the forest where the death knights set out, Grokush waited for the returning death knights... There were only two of them, and their horses were loaded with various weapons.
"You two are the only ones back?"
The orc death knight frowned and looked at the two death knights in front of him, one tall and one short: "Where are the others?"
"They're all dead, boss!"
The short death knight rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"The orcs under Grom killed humans at will, which attracted the revenge of the mages. All the brothers were trapped, and only the two of us escaped."
The tall death knight opened a pocket full of weapons as if offering a treasure, and said to Grokush:
"Boss, we took advantage of the chaos and looted all the weapon shops in Dalaran and brought back all the magic weapons we could see."
"Yeah yeah!"
The short death knight then said:
"Our organization has a small number of people, but it still needs to develop. Sophisticated weapons are a must. This can be regarded as our dedication to the organization. We just did some trivial work."
"Huh? They all died in the hands of the mage?"
Grokush didn't believe this statement at all. He could feel that the two guys in front of him were hiding something, but since they could escape from the burning Dalaran, they proved their ability. According to Tyrion
I mean, these half-finished death knights are "cannon fodder" for sacrifice, and no one cares about their life or death.
"We've got the stuff, it's time to retreat!"
The orc waved his hand and got on his horse. The short death knight looked back at the burning city behind him and asked in a low voice.
"Boss, do you want to wait for Chief Grom to come with you?"
"Why wait? What does their life and death have to do with us?"
