A hoarse roar sounded in a remote corner of Silvermoon City. In a dark alley in the business district, the corpses of more than a dozen high elf guards patrolling the city were lying in the alley. Blood should have been splattered everywhere.
There was not a drop of blood on the battlefield. On the other hand, those corpses were all skinny bones under the armor, and all the blood in their bodies was sucked dry in an instant.
Among these corpses, stood a figure wearing a blood-colored cloak. He looked a little violent. Under the robe, there were a pair of young hands with crystal clear and plump skin, just like what a handsome elf should have.
But the tops of the ten fingers have curved nails. In the dim light, the dagger-like nails shine with a metallic luster.
Darkan Drasil looked at his hands, which were like works of art, tearing out the throats of at least 300 people. There was no longer a living creature in the magic-forbidden prison where he was imprisoned. All the prisoners and
The guardsmen all became victims of the first blood-madness in Dal'kansalaine's career.
After he regained his senses, he put on a new set of clothes and came out to wander in the shadows of Silvermoon City. He regained his youthful posture nearly a thousand years ago, and his body was filled with endless energy. In the past,
For an hour, he enjoyed his new life wantonly, killing many people, and enjoying the pure bodies of many young and beautiful elf girls. The long-lost passion really made him miss it...
But how can the satisfaction of the body compare with the joy of the soul that comes every time you draw blood?
However, Darkan is a powerful archmage after all. He quickly woke up from the hallucination of his nascent power. Like a rigorous scholar, he began to try to control his new power, but after
After repeated experiments, Darkan discovered a fact that made him very disappointed.
The power of blood is very powerful. It can be said that it is stronger than Darkan's expectations. Immortality, rejuvenation, blood shaping and blood magic all make him obsessed, but the biggest problem is that after seeing it with his own eyes
After the power possessed by the Blood Mother, the power of blood, which is increasing with the number of blood draws, is completely unable to satisfy the greed released in Darkan's heart...
"The difference is huge..."
Darkan's fingernails slowly retracted. He clenched his fist and punched the wall next to him. A clear fist mark appeared, representing Darkan's inner anxiety. He recalled the night 4 days ago.
, the power of the Mother of Blood suspended in the blood moon that swept across everything, he gritted his teeth and said to himself:
"That's what I want... blood! It must be caused by blood... Yes, Alleria's blood of Sarain comes from the King of Dark Blade, which is the blood of the ancestor of Sarain known so far.
,Yes...it must be because of this!"
"The blood of the Dark Blade King hides a secret that I haven't discovered yet, and that secret can make me stronger...as strong as the complete form of the Blood Mistress, no...more powerful than that.
The power of people!”
"I'm going to get it!"
"Hehehe, I will definitely get it!"
Darkan let out a deep laugh. He turned back and glanced at the corpse behind him. The urge to draw blood reverberated in his bones again, but this time, Darkan's eyes were very calm, and his figure strangely transformed into a group of blood-sucking people.
The bat disappeared into the dark alley and began looking for its next victim.
It took the blood lords several months to master the blood shaping. Darkan completely figured it out within an hour after his transformation. It can only be said that a true academic master is so willful.
A moment later, in an alley in the harbor of Silvermoon City, a female officer wearing armor fell into coma due to a strange attack and fell weakly into Darkan's arms. Sarain did not drain her blood immediately.
Instead, he licked his blood-red lips, and after revealing his sharp fangs, he kissed the female officer's neck tenderly.
"Well, it's time to try blood transformation... You have been chosen, my first heir."
And while Darkan was waiting for his blood servant to wake up, bursts of noise suddenly broke out outside this peaceful port, which even attracted Darkan's attention. Sarain quietly poked his head out of the alley.
, and saw a chaotic and icy fleet approaching on the sea outside the dock not far away.
The blood of Sarain gave Darkan super senses and vision, allowing him to see the shadows on the fleet more clearly than those high elves. He could clearly see the tall figure standing on the ship.
They were the dead covered in frost. Those ominous auras and the cold temperature of death made Darkan's eyes widen in an instant.
"Dark Blade Undead?"
"No! It's not the Dark Blade... It feels like a puppet... a puppet whose soul is manipulated, from the north..."
Darkan's superb wisdom immediately reminded him of a terrible truth. Four days had passed since Alleria was captured, but the Darkblade Undead in southern Xinjiang did not behave abnormally. And here in Quel'Thalas,
When all the military forces were mobilized to the southern forest, an undead force from the north easily knocked on the door...like a deadly sharp blade flying from the sky, it pierced the most fragile heart of Quel'Thalas.
"He has acted! Tyrion... the undead of the north, ah... lo and behold, Anastarion and all of Quel'Thalas has fallen into the trap!"
Darkan's blood-red eyes quietly turned to the island of Quel'Danas, which faced the mainland of Quel'Thalas across the sea, and looked at the huge building shrouded in a halo of golden magic, the Sunwell.
Quel'Thalas' most important treasure.
There was something he needed there... and Darkan was still planning how to get in there, but this gift that fell from the sky gave him an almost perfect opportunity.
At the moment when Dar'kan discovered that the undead from the north entered the territorial waters of Quel'Thalas, in the Sunchaser Court in Silvermoon City, Sun King Anastarian also received the news from the garrison at Sunsail Port, and Dar'kan could
Whatever he discovers, Anastarian can naturally discover it too.
"Bang"
This urgent report was slapped on the table by the Sun King, and he clenched his fists with a gloomy expression:
"Let the Firewing Legion teleport our soldiers back as quickly as possible. Before this unknown undead gets close to Silvermoon City and Sunwell, the fleet in Sunsail Port must stop them!"
"Under the barrier of Benti Renor, these undead will not be able to escape so easily..."
"Bang"
Before the Sun King finished speaking, a loud noise erupted in the southeast of Silver Moon City. The Sun King's complexion changed drastically. He walked out of the palace quickly. On the steps of the Sun-Chasing Palace, he looked to the southeast. Under the sun,
In the sky, a giant magic storm was waving in the southeastern sky in a crazy manner, just like the night when the orcs invaded and the barrier was destroyed by Tyrion.
A node was destroyed, and the Bandirenor barrier covering the entire territory of Quel'Thalas was cut off from magic power, and instantly entered a state of rapid decline. Almost at the same moment when the barrier was broken, above Silvermoon City
In the sky, thousands of meters above the clouds that have exceeded the maximum height of magic detection, huge frost bone dragons covered with endless frost roared and tore through the clouds, landing rapidly towards Silver Moon City.
.
That's not one...that's a group!
They were densely packed together, like a disturbed chaotic swarm of bees, but they were not insects that could be easily crushed to death, but the bones of a powerful dragon that had been awakened after death. On top of the bones covered with frost, there were still
Carrying the tall vrykul undead...accompanied by the skeleton dragons, there was also a huge, cold, and ruthless will that descended on Silvermoon City.
Belonging to the will of the Lich King, after several years of dormancy, it finally showed its fangs, deadly fangs, in the civilized world for the first time!
"Go and repair the barrier quickly! No matter what the cost!"
The stone railing held by the Sun King was shattered by the surge of magic power. Amidst the splashing of gravel, the Sun King's deep voice woke up the royal mages in the entire royal court.
High elves are not creatures who are good at forgetting. In fact, during the Orc War, after the Bandirenor barrier was destroyed once, the Sun King ordered the wisest mages in Quel'Thalas to unite and use collective power to
They have the wisdom to improve the ancient way of operation of the barrier, and they are unwilling to fall on the same stone twice.
However, the Bandirenor barrier covers the entire Quel'Thalas, and the internal magic source is a very complex group. It will take a long time for the mages to improve. At this time, the suppression effect of the barrier is declining throughout the land. This is
A manifestation of improvement, this time after the barrier stone was destroyed, the barrier did not dissipate immediately, but left time for the mages to repair it.
"Immediately connect the enchantment energy of Quel'Danas Island to the Sunwell! Use the magic power of the Sunwell to recharge the entire Bandierenor enchantment! Don't let the enchantment lose its effect!"
Under the influence of magic power, the Sun King's order was clearly transmitted to the headquarters of the elite legion guarding the Sun Well. However, just as the golden mana light began to replace the blue magic supply barrier of this land, the first
Two loud bangs sounded almost at the same time.
Anastarian stared at the second magic vortex in the southeastern sky, his teeth clenched at this moment.
The fall of one barrier stone can be said to be an accident, but the destruction of two barrier stones in a short period of time is a completely premeditated attack, and the attacker must be well aware of the top secrets of Quel'Thalas
, that is, the specific locations of those barrier stones, that is a secret passed down from generation to generation only by the Sun King!
"It's too late!"
Anastarian is a skilled magician. In his eyes, the golden magic line full of energy extends from the island of Quel'Danas to the sky of half of Silvermoon City, as well as several fragmented airspaces covering the country.
After that, it was unable to extend forward due to the fracture of the nodes, which meant that Quel'Thalas' most critical moment had arrived.
After losing their magical power to completely suppress the enemy, the warriors of Quel'Thalas could only make tragic sacrifices to fight against the sudden appearance of their opponents.
"Wow"
The Ice Bone Dragon above Silver Moon City raised its head crazily, spreading its deadly frost breath wantonly over the majestic Silver Moon City. The Vrykul Undead that fell on the ground even used ancient and huge weapons like crazy.
, madly destroying the lives of the high elves who were unable to resist their brute force. What is even more frightening is that every elves killed will be destroyed in a short time under the control of the cold will that hangs over Quel'Thalas.
Internally reborn as a dead spirit.
Soon, in front of the first batch of high elf soldiers who returned from the front line through the portal, in the city ravaged by death, in the ruins covered with frost, the large tomb on the edge of the city was dug up, plus those who died
Or, a silent undead army has taken shape.
"We must hold on here! We must..."
Before the city guard chief who was guarding the entrance to the Silver Moon City block and escorting the panicked civilians to escape had finished shouting, the ground under his feet began to crack rapidly, and the ground collapsed silently, like an earthquake.
In the middle, a huge monster, 5 meters tall, like a giant purple beetle, with a ferocious body covered in thick frost and thick limbs like a battering ram, crashed off the ground and appeared in the chaotic city.
Under the thick layers of horny armor, its pair of eyes that exuded pale light shone, and its sharp boulder-like front paws briefly accumulated strength. In one domineering and unparalleled sweep, in front of its eyes and beside it
The erected, thick walls of Silver Moon City were destroyed as easily as pieces of paper amidst the terrifying vibrations and blasting sounds.
Riding the endless frost and dust, in the apocalyptic scene, this terrifying big insect strolled forward. The elves trampled under its feet by its huge body could not even make a howl, and would be crushed by it.
The huge and unparalleled power was forcibly crushed into terrifying and disgusting minced meat.
This monster, which weighs dozens of tons but is as agile as a hunter, is the Crypt Lord...the leader of the insect-like Nerubian Undead, and the most powerful fighting force under the Lich King...Anu
Barak, King of the Crypt!
"Weak life...I must obey the Lich King's will..."
The voice of the Crypt Lord was intangible and full of the helplessness of death and contempt for the weak. However, under its ruthless trampling, Silver Moon City, the most magnificent magical city in Northern Xinjiang, could not help but fall into the most despair.
in the struggle.
Their king has been guarding against the undead from the south, but now, they are struggling to survive under the trampling of the undead from the north. How ironic...
At the same time, within the suppression barrier charged by the golden halo of the Sun Well, a figure in a black cloak was looking at Silver Moon City on the stairs. From the moon-shaped buzzing demon in his hand,
Judging from the blade, this seems to be a figure that should not appear here...and beside him, those loyal and brave guards of the Sunwell have fallen powerlessly in a pool of their own blood.
"Empires begin to crumble, and death marches on... behold, it will end all things..."
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