People in crisis can easily enter a state of despair, especially rookies who have no war experience. They are often frightened by the cruel war in front of them.
At this time, the importance of veterans becomes apparent. When the new recruits are in despair, they can always take the most correct actions to point out the path of action for these confused guys.
While the crypt lords and the undead Vrykul began to destroy the city, under the command of the great knight Turalyon, a simple defense line had been formed in the portal hall, and mages summoned by magic were everywhere to join this effort.
array, but the chaotic and arrogant magic storm emerging from the underground formed one after another criss-crossing primitive magic rays in the city, cutting the entire city into a mess.
The underground battle between the Archmage, the Crypt Lord, and the Dreadlord has affected the stability of the city above.
"Buzz"
The light of the operating portal completely dimmed after a violent shake. The knight turned around and saw several unlucky low-level mages who wanted to escape through the portal being cut into pieces by the suddenly closed portal.
The fragments were broken, and blood and corpses were scattered everywhere in the hall, while the magic sparks that rebounded threw away the mage who maintained the operation of the portal.
"What's wrong?"
The great knight chopped down the Nerubian Digger who rushed towards him with one sword. His whole body was filled with scorching holy light, and he turned around and shouted:
"What happened to the portal?"
"Space Anchor! Someone dropped a space anchor in the city! The portal is locked!"
A mage climbed up clutching his chest and shouted loudly:
"Don't let them rush in! I'll untie this anchor, it'll take some time."
"Knights, stay here and buy time for the mages!"
The great knight gritted his teeth and slammed into the tall undead Vrykul in front of him. In the flash of holy light, the head of the tall vrykul was cut off by the swing of the holy light blade. Turalyon, who was covered in blood, was
After rolling on the ground for a week, he looked back at the defense line behind him and then at the chaotic battle situation in the city. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"You guys stay here and rush out as soon as the portal opens! I...I'm going to check on the Archmage and ask for help from the Empire! Do you hear me? As soon as the communication is restored, I'll ask for help from the Empire."
Under the gaze of everyone behind him, the great knight rushed out of the defense zone brazenly. He slashed left and right with the long sword in his hand. The undead along the way were no match for him. Wherever he went, he only left a piece of cold corpses.
But soon, the brainless zombies that rushed into the city from all directions rushed into the neighborhood again. The paladins raised their heavy shields one after another. Behind them, the mages also began to use magic to fight back, but at the locked portal
Before reopening, these mages trapped in the isolated city still can't find a way to save themselves.
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Turalyon rushed into the chaotic city. He looked around. When he was sure that no one was paying attention, he jumped up and quickly jumped up to the tower at the top of the city. He stood in the tower and looked at the people below.
Click on the streets filled with undead, the mages who struggled to evacuate from the ravages of the undead, and the demons and monsters who were forced out of the lower city of Dalaran.
Those are some warlocks...an evil profession that is not tolerated by the outside world, but in Dalaran, although warlocks' research is prohibited on the surface, secretly, the mages do not cut off the warlocks' research and allow them to organize in the lower city.
In his own small society, of course, the act of summoning demons at will is prohibited, but currently on the continent, except for Dalaran, only the area in the southern border ruled by the undead does not prohibit the study of magic by warlocks.
Most of these guys who are playing with the dark power are a group of cowards. They will not risk death by going to southern Xinjiang to study.
In short, after the undead poured into the city, these warlocks were also alarmed. However, unlike the magicians who swore to defend the city, the warlocks did not have much affection for the city that protected them. Most of the warlocks were in critical moments.
Ignoring the city's ban, they summoned a large number of demons. Under the escort of the demons, they began to fight their way through the undead crowd with difficulty.
But this attempt is doomed to fail... With the magic power of these warlocks, the low-level demons summoned will soon be completely swallowed up by the Lich King's mindless zombies, and they will not be able to go anywhere.
So soon, Turalyon lost interest in this group of escapees. He hid himself in the shadow of the tower. After a while, he contacted his "companions".
"Balnazzar, go to the library and kill all the mages hiding there!"
"Deserok, you idiot, go to Violet Prison and release all those prisoners!"
"And you, Bernholler, my old brother, there is a special space hidden in this city. It is a secret room that mages have used to store dangerous items for thousands of years. Find it."
"Finally, Mal'Ganis, control your space anchor! Don't let those mages go... I'm going to see Antonidas off, and start opening the door to the stars... Wish me well
Good luck, brothers."
The voice of the Grand Knight Turalyon suddenly changed at the last moment, turning into the strange and deep tone of the Dreadlord Kasanatir, but in just the blink of an eye, Turalyon's figure disappeared from the tower again.
A few minutes later, on the road leading from the ground to the underground hall, the great knight Turalyon wildly waved the long sword in his hand and fought his way through the high-level undead that filled the place. The sound came from behind.
The rhythm of the holy light and the cry of death made the archmage who was besieged by the Crypt Lord and Varimathras in the hall suddenly turn around.
Then I saw the bloody knight appearing at the entrance of the underground hall. His handsome face was covered with blood and wounds. He kicked away the spider demon that rushed towards him and shouted loudly to the archmage:
"Master, go this way!"
As he spoke, Turalyon grabbed the small war hammer on his belt. After gathering the power of the Holy Light, an energy light hammer like a physical weapon appeared on the war hammer. After his roar, the war hammer was severely
Smashing hard at the Crypt Lord and Dread Lord in front of them, the holy light all over the hall was like thunder and lightning falling from the sky, scurrying around in the hall filled with chaotic magical light.
The Crypt Lord seemed to be knocked back by this unexpected blow, while Nasrezim, who had been pressing towards the Archmage, screamed and flapped his wings, trying to stay away from the erupting golden light in the sky.
This sudden help made Antonidas, who was struggling hard, subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. The old mage's white beard and hair were floating in the air. He looked back and saw that the dozen battle mages who followed him were already on the high ground.
A class professional lost his life in the aftermath of the battle.
This loss made the Archmage very heartbroken. As he waved his fingers, a pale golden light wrapped around his body. The light was very much like the time magic used by the bronze dragons. In fact, it was only Antonidas and
Powerful spells that only a few talented mages master.
Back in time!
In this rare surge of time magic, Antonidas' body strangely dispersed several selves. Those golden phantoms seemed to have their own thinking and reason. Facing the Crypt Lord who pounced again, this
Several illusions quickly released cold magic, and amid the roar of the Crypt Lord, the road in front of them was blocked again.
"Come on, Master! Follow me!"
Knight Turalyon waved his long sword, killing the undead behind him one by one in the shining light of the Holy Light. The Archmage followed behind him, and the two of them rushed towards the city above their heads.
"Grand Knight, how is the city?"
The Archmage asked hurriedly:
"Mage Tower...Are those Mage Towers still okay?"
"It's very bad. We are ready to retreat. There is a stronghold over there in the portal hall. Follow me."
The great knight turned around and supported the somewhat weak archmage. The two of them walked on the stairs full of undead corpses. After entering the city ground, they saw that half of Dalaran fell into chaos and desperation amidst the raging undead.
Archmage Antonidas, who had devoted his life to this city, couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Destroyed... the city, destroyed..."
"As long as people are still there, everything will be fine! There is no time to stay here, come with me!"
The great knight held Antonidas's hand, but behind the two of them, Lord Nasrezim's evil laughter sounded again, accompanied by the sound of the ground shaking. On this raging battlefield, Master Antonidas's
A trace of firmness and determination flashed across his face.
He threw off Turalyon's arm and looked at the high knight. After a moment, he threw a simple ring with the emblem of the Kirin Tor to the high knight:
"The oldest secret of Dalaran is hidden within it. Take it away, Turalyon...bring it to my disciple, Kel'Thuzad or Jaina, please!"
"What a stupid thing to say!"
The great knight was furious and looked at the great mage:
"Come with me quickly! As long as you survive, you still have a chance! Don't sacrifice in vain!"
"No, someone must stay here to stop them... These two monsters are too dangerous. If they are allowed to wreak havoc, no one will be able to leave."
Archmage Antonidas reached out and brushed his beard, a relieved smile flashed on his face:
"I have lived in this city since my youth. It is my home and a part of my life. I can't just hand it over to the villains who destroy everything... Let's go, Lord Knight, I
I'll clear the way for you, let's go, don't..."
"puff"
Before the Archmage finished speaking, a scorching sharp sword pierced his body from behind, and the magic barrier arranged on his body was also completely penetrated at this moment. This sword was cruel and vicious.
, Accurate, in the pain of having his heart cut open, the Archmage staggered a few steps forward, supported his body with the Ice Staff, and looked back at the Grand Knight behind him with an incredible look.
"You...why?"
"Shua"
The long sword was pulled away, and amid the blood splattering, the great knight's face was calm. He looked at the archmage in front of him and whispered:
"Great sacrifices should not be deeply mourned, but that greatness should be remembered in the heart... Your destiny should not end here, Antonidas, I just gave you a key to greater things...
.You don’t understand, right? It doesn’t matter...you’ll understand soon.”
"Now, wait quietly for death..."
"You, you're not... you're not..."
Amid the tumbling force of darkness, the Archmage lay in a pool of his own blood. At the moment when his life was being withered by Nasrezim's magic, he pointed at the Great Knight. At the moment when darkness enveloped his eyes, he saw
When I arrived... I saw a Dread Lord whose whole body was shining with endless holy light.
"Sorry, I'm Turalyon..."
The Dread Demon King Antonidas, whose whole body was wrapped in holy light, showed a ferocious smile:
"But I am also...Casanatir."
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At the same moment when the undead launched an attack and Antonidas died in battle, in the sky of the Arathi Highlands, which was not too far away, the Griffin Knight stared at the sky dumbfounded, and the wine bag in his hand slipped at this moment.
Above the sky higher up, the silhouette of the giant skeletal dragon shreds the clouds. Behind the huge death creature are densely packed undead arakkoa, as well as death knights riding undead flying dragons, and powerful warriors carrying powerful skeletal dragons.
The Death Lord's Death Raven.
They ignored the panicked fleeing human air force in the sky, and they didn't even pay attention to the castle below, as if they were crossing the limit of the sky unscrupulously. Under the guidance of the Great Journey, they brazenly crossed the boundary between life and death.
On the land, black death knights and undead infantry wearing solid armor lined up in positions one after another. At the front, Danaus Trollbane, wearing armor, silently looked at Stromgarde in the distance.
After a moment, he sighed.
"Let's go! We must reach the designated combat zone within 3 hours!"
The commander's order was issued. The next moment, as the black tide rolled forward, the undead artillerymen arranged on the periphery of the position also controlled the newly installed artillery. Under the command of Lord Rogelio, they fired the scorching shells.
, covering the entire human defense line in front of us. In the silence of the past few months, the production capacity of the entire Black Iron Zone has been fully activated, and all strategic changes have been completed for the 13 battle groups of the Dark Blade.
If the Dark Blade Knights used swords to fight humans, now, before humans launch a charge, they have enough power to bury the human army in a hell of artillery fire.
And the entire land of Arathi is under this seemingly endless bombardment. The earth and gunpowder smoke rising from the ground, amidst the flames and blood... are trembling endlessly.
"Lord! The dwarf knights of Wildhammer are harassing our perimeter! Do you want to shoot them down?"
The death knight drove the flying dragon close to the pitch-black skeleton dragon. Death Lord Saurfang, who was sitting on the bone dragon, waved his hand and said impatiently:
"Dispel them, and the real opponent is about to appear. I don't have time to fight with humans now. After I drink the blood of demons, I will come back and have a good "play" with them."