Under the control of the portal mages, a rift slowly opened in the violet barrier covering Dalaran. Nearly a thousand Silver Hand paladins waiting at the violet sentry post quickly passed through under the guidance of the mages.
Barrier, come to the portal hall, and meet with their commander.
"Everyone, we will be ordered to return to Lordaeron to drive away the natural disaster undead entrenched in the country. I know that many people are worried about their relatives, but with the efforts of King Terenas and Prince Arthas, most of the people of the motherland have been
It is protected within a solid wall, and as warriors of the Holy Light, we must show our value in this critical moment!"
The great knight Turalyon stood in front of the portal hall and lectured the paladins in front of him:
"In times of crisis, it's time for heroes to step in. Now, it's our turn to go to the battlefield. Everyone, follow your respective queues and enter the corresponding portal. The wizard brothers of Dalaran will send us to everyone's battlefield.
, please do your best and fight bravely!"
"For the Holy Light! For Lordaeron! For the Empire!"
"Set off!"
The Grand Knight gave an order, and the portals leading to various cities in Lordaeron behind him also opened at this moment. The fully armed paladins strode into the portals, and the surrounding mages also looked at them with reverence.
A warrior who is about to embark on the battlefield.
The great knight stood at the end of the team. He raised his head and looked at the slowly closing violet barrier in the sky. He asked softly in his heart:
"Varimathras! Did the node sense it?"
At this time, the Dreadlord, who was walking through the intricate tunnels under Dalaran, quickly responded:
"The opening just now and the closing now reveal the location of the Violet Center, which is underground in Dalaran. I am rushing there!"
"Very well, seize the event and destroy it!"
The great knight looked back at the paladins who were passing through the portal, and he whispered:
"I'll give you 5 minutes!"
"Enough!"
Varimathras' cunning and confident voice came. The great knight nodded to the portal mage beside him, and then walked behind the paladin who was passing through the portal. There were some strategic materials piled up there.
While checking the supplies, the knight quietly turned the Apexis ring on his finger. The moment he turned around, the small piece of Apexis crystal on the ring was crushed into powder by him.
At the same moment, Tyrion, who was far away in the forge room of the Black Iron District, suddenly raised his left hand, and the Apexis crystal ring on his ring finger cracked like a spider web. Even the King of Dark Blade could
He suppressed his inner emotions very well. At this moment, he still felt the emotion called "tension" rising in his heart.
The figure of the Dark Blade King suddenly disappeared from the forge workshop in the Black Iron District. A moment later, a first-level combat readiness order was issued through a special communication channel to the entire 13 battle groups of the Dark Blade Legion and the overseas fleet.
The order was very simple, only a few words, but it set the entire Dark Blade Legion's war machine in motion in an instant.
"The "Disaster Day" combat plan is launched, with a countdown of 240 minutes!"
"Shua"
In the uppermost research room of Karazhan, the archlich was interrupted by the sudden battle order. He decisively dropped everything in his hands, and with the help of the undead attendant, he put on his favorite purple suit.
Wearing a robe, carrying the staff of the guardian on his back, he picked up a black metal box and stepped into a portal leading to the location area.
In the ruins of Tidal Island in the waters of Khaz Modan, the fog of war lingers above the sea. In the deepest part of the thick fog, it has become larger and more ferocious because it has devoured the souls of too many Nagas and pirates.
The "Sea King Power" was docked quietly on the shore. Dai Lin, dressed in black and wearing a black captain's hat, stood quietly on the deck, like a sculpture.
In front of him, the undead sailors on the deck were under the command of several dwarfs and goblins, fixing a huge heavy artillery full of futuristic technology on the deck. This artillery was a three-stage coupling system, one section
One section is loaded on a dark gun base. It is movable, but it does not have the matchlock and ammunition loading port of a traditional artillery piece.
On the top of the naval gun named "Backfire", there is an energy aggregation port that is very similar to the energy cannon like Rukhmar's Breath. In the dim light of the deck, a dim light dances.
"Shua"
The light of the two portals shone on the deck of the King of the Sea at the same time, and the Archlich and the Blood Mistress stepped in almost one after the other.
"Good day, Alleria."
Across from Khadgar, Alleria, who was as cold as ice, leaned forward slightly. He looked at the black box in Alleria's hand and asked in a low voice:
"Even after doing such stupid things in Quel'Thalas, are you still the one Tyrion trusts the most?"
"With all due respect, Khadgar."
Alleria ignored the ridicule. She handed the black box in her hand to Khadgar and said:
"Tyrion trusted you as much as I did...but you failed him."
Blood Matron’s voice lowered a bit:
"Nasa is not dead. She told me all the things you did with her. Khadgar, be careful every step you take. If you dare to betray him, I will kill you with my own hands!"
This vague threat made Khadgar's eyes twitch, but after a moment, the great lich raised his head, picked up two boxes, and slowly walked into the dim cabin. He said without looking back:
"I did not betray him, and I, or any Death Lord, will not become his... burden! What qualifications do you have to preach to me? Miss burden..."
This strong ridicule made Alleria clench her fingers, but in the end, she turned back in despair. The moment she walked towards the portal, above the deck, Dai Lin, who had witnessed all this, suddenly spoke.
explain:
"I can see the uneasiness in your eyes, Alleria Windrunner. Maybe your next effort will completely crush your remaining will... So I will give you a suggestion, no matter what you want to do
Come and prove yourself...discuss with Tyrion first, and the system you have established is full of contradictions. In my opinion, it is no better than the human empire."
"Tell Tyrion for me that if you want to go further... you have to resolve these conflicts first. If it is inconvenient for him to come, I will be happy to... do it for you!"
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"Tear it apart"
The blood-stained robe was torn apart like the most fragile piece of paper under the devil's claws. Also torn apart was the body of the female mage guarding the Violet Center. Her blood-stained head hit the ground.
, beating feebly a few times in the pool of blood, with strong unwillingness and despair shining in those beautiful blue eyes.
Behind her, there were bones and blood stains all over the hall. Lord Nasrezim, who had completely emerged from the body, showed no mercy. During a shadow raid, the demon lord completely burst out with his own strange power.
This kind of power is difficult for human mages to resist.
At this time, it moved its shoulders, not paying attention to the sharp alarm sound in the underground hall. In the air filled with the smell of blood, it took a step forward, leaving a blood-stained hoofprint in front of its eyes.
, is a control core shining with blue magic power. In the energy conduit made of crystal, the magic power extracted from the ground is gathered in one place. Complex and obscure runes are shining around the entire hall.
"A big toy made by low-level creatures! The energy transmission efficiency is simply a mess!"
Varimathras scratched his chin and let out a deep laugh. It stepped forward, not caring about the erosion of the heavy magic power. The moment the halo of the portal behind it shattered, it waved its claws and tore it open with one claw.
He touched the rune control layer on the wall in front of him and twisted the connected magic conduits.
When the alarm first sounded, Antonidas, who had brought the battle mage to the underground hall, had just stepped out of the portal when he saw a chaotic mixture of blue magic roaring and exploding in all directions. This scene made everyone
The mage's eyes widened. His thinking was a little stagnant and confused at this moment. He couldn't figure out what was going on and why this situation happened... Obviously, it was clear that the entire Dalaran was internal.
Blocked!
How did this demon appear?
"Whoosh, whoosh"
While the blue flames of magic were beating, Varimathras turned around and let the heavy magic beat on his body. He stared at the archmage Antonidas in front of him and let out a series of sharp laughs.
Voice:
"Casanatirto, I say hello to you... Archmage, it has lived in this city for hundreds of years... Haha, it knows the structure of this city better than you, it's a pity, but...
.You lost!"
"Casanatir?"
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Antonidas's eyes. As a member of the Six-person Council of Dalaran, he certainly knew about the city of Dalaran and the "evil" of the fearful Lord Cassanatir who was active in this world hundreds of years ago.
"Fate", that Dread Lord had nearly destroyed Dalaran more than once, but after the Archmage Merry Winterwind sealed him in his body, no news about this Dread Lord was ever heard again.
Now it seems that Archmage Meili Dongfeng, who disappeared several years ago, may have...
"boom"
The Archmage waved his ice staff backward, and the entire underground hall passage was covered with bone-chilling frost. He stared at the Dread Lord bathing in the magic storm in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"Just kill you...the Dreadlord! The barrier can still be repaired! You are just a victim of your evil master, you just threw yourself into the trap."
"No! No no no!"
Varimathras did not panic when faced with the battle mages lined up in a row. It stretched the wings on its back. In the blue magic storm, the figure of the Dread Lord looked more and more ferocious.
"I have a helper too! Look, here it comes!"
Amidst the evil laughter of Lord Nasrezim, the ground of the frozen underground hall began to sway strangely. Between the flashes of broken ice, one head was covered with thick frost, like a giant beetle, and as sharp as a siege.
The Crypt Lord with hammer-like forelimbs appeared in front of the mages in a silent and extremely shocking way.
Anub'arak's ice-blue eyes stared ruthlessly at the human in front of him. Between the heavy and sharp forelimbs, it made an obscure and low voice:
"The disease of fear destroys the living and the dead...but absolution awaits..."
"Time flies...where should your blood go?"
"Shua"
Varimathras' figure flashed above Anub'arak's thick carapace. Its wings representing endless darkness suddenly opened at this moment. It stared at the mages below and said in a deep voice:
"My friends always talk so poetically, sorry, but I'm a rough guy, so I say..."
"Kill without mercy!"
"Wow"
Amidst the screams of the Dread Lord, its body suddenly turned into insects flying all over the sky, carrying deadly diseases, roaring towards the battle mages in front of them. Archmage Antonidas clenched his staff with both hands, and fiercely
Spotted on the ground, the thick ice was like a city wall trying to block the Crypt Lord coming slowly in front of him.
but...
"Bang"
After two loud noises, the thick ice wall collapsed in an instant, and the Crypt Lord's forelimbs were covered with fragments of frost. Under the control of the Lich King's will, this behemoth was ready to wash away the living people with blood.
city.
And just as the battle started below the city, above the city, just as the great knight Turalyon was about to enter the portal, the violet barrier in the sky of Dalaran appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
The purple light curtain danced with sparks, and amid the screams of the mages, a loud noise exploded in the sky. The next moment, the purple barrier protecting the entire city shattered in an instant.
The crypt lords who had been waiting impatiently, those undead generals under the command of the oldest spider demon emperor Anub'arak, like their invincible kings, came from the unprotected ground of Dalaran.
Rolling out from underneath, those huge bugs appeared in the sunlight for the first time. They screamed and opened their thick carapace. The tall undead Vrykul roared and waved their weapons like black turbidity.
Rushed towards this empty city.
Outside the city, the mindless undead wandering around Tirisfal Glades and Lake Lordamre also accepted orders from the Lich King at the same time. They roared, and the anger brought by death surged through them.
Breeding in the body, they began to run, and began to rush towards the end of everything.
From the sky, endless corpses were rushing towards Dalaran from all directions, and the Magic City, which had lost all defenses, was about to be completely submerged by this wave of death.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
The great knight Turalyon grabbed the lost mage beside him and asked loudly. The mage was frightened by this scene. He was speechless and could only shake his head crazily.
"The undead are coming!"
The great knight dropped the mage in his hand, and shouted to the last group of paladins behind him who had not yet entered the portal:
"Knights, form up! Protect the teleportation hall!"
"Shua"
With an order, the well-trained paladin began to build a defense line in front of the portal hall, and the ferocious-looking knight looked back at the mages behind him, and shouted loudly:
"You! Gather all the people in the city and let them pass through the portal! This city... this city is going to become a battlefield!"
