19. The Last Day of the Mad King (Part 1) --- For Midsummer's Presumptuous Brothers [5/10]
Although in the eyes of Lord Tyrion of the Dark Blade, the history of Azeroth is a history of regression of power degradation and civilization stagnation, but from a realistic perspective, in these ten thousand years, the power level of this world has
It's not just retreating.
Precisely because of the loss of the high-concentration magic environment brought by the Well of Eternity, after surviving the catastrophe, the magical creatures of Azeroth faced the increasingly thinner world magic, and they had to start carefully calculating every moment.
The consumption of magic is no longer as abundant as it was 10,000 years ago. Naturally, spellcasters cannot be as "wasteful" as their ancestors.
Under the influence of this trend, compared with the methods of spellcasters ten thousand years ago, the magic released by mages ten thousand years later may be weaker, but their spellcasting skills have become very sophisticated.
In other words, any archmage in the Dark Portal Era could travel back to 10,000 years ago and become an unparalleled spellcasting master in the Elf Empire era simply by relying on his exquisite spellcasting techniques.
Therefore, although the overall strength has weakened, the skills have become stronger. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as an improvement.
Thousand-year-old antiques like Torsedlin are still following the tradition of thousands of years ago. He and his people used huge magic power to create ancient shields to protect themselves in the most arrogant and wasteful way.
But the shield in front of me, not to mention compared to the exquisite shield system of Silvermoon City, even compared to the violet barrier of Dalaran, is like a child's shoddy and inferior toy.
"This is the shield spell structure that was popular 10,000 years ago. These lazy Sindra elves have not improved it at all in 10,000 years..."
Archmage Romans analyzed the remains of the magic hub that was shattered by artillery with a look of disdain. He used his only remaining hand to pick up a fragment of the magic crystal from the ground. While examining it carefully, he looked around him.
The Sun King says:
"Calculator Pasaren's analysis is correct. The Syndra Elf's shield is very resistant to magic, but its resistance to physical attacks above a certain level is very poor. The 12mm or above caliber weapons equipped by the human army are
Artillery is enough to tear small cracks in the shield. It is a very wise and correct choice for you to ask human artillery to help."
Facing this compliment, Kael'thas shook his head slightly. He looked at the battlefield behind him. The high elf rangers were following the rhythm of human artillery bombarding the shields, and began to seize the second magic hub in the inner city. The arrogant
The madman Torsedrin no longer cared about taunting his enemies with magical illusions. He was probably completely panicked.
Watching the shocking scene of human artillery firing, the Sun King looked thoughtfully at the silver gun in his hand, which was a gift from King Drake. He felt the cold touch from the gun in his hand, and he
Said thoughtfully:
"Master Romance, after the people settle down, maybe... I mean, maybe we have to start studying engineering that has been ignored before."
These words made Archmage Romance's expression change slightly, but after a moment, the old mage sighed:
"Yes, you are right, Your Majesty. In this era, we can no longer protect ourselves by magic alone."
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The entire ancient city of Elrethalas is slightly smaller than Silvermoon City, but for other cities on the Kalimdor continent, this is already considered a real "major city". High elves and human infantry invaded from the front.
The scene in the City of Ten Thousand Years is grand, but in the ruins and shadows on the other side of the city, there is also a team trying to break through the shield of the upper elves and enter the inner city of the City of Ten Thousand Years.
This is not an official team, so they hide themselves well, just like rats in the shadows, carrying out their own battles secretly.
These are some warlocks, some warlocks who shouldn't be here.
The human warlock Kanrisad and the orc warlock Lesent were busy at the edge of the shield. They filled the strange spellcasting materials into the outlined magic circle on the ground. There were also some summoned demon imps helping to transport the materials. Between the two
Next to a warlock, Kel'Thuzad, the master warlock wearing a long hood, was calculating the strength of the Syndra elves' magic shield. This was a very complicated and tedious process. Kel'Thuzad frowned and no one dared to disturb him.
Further away, the dwarf warlock Wilfred and the werewolf warlock Xin Ning each led their own teams and patrolled the perimeter. Any creature approaching the invasion point would be ruthlessly killed.
This is a covert operation that cannot be detected by the authorities. Once exposed, no force will come forward to protect these warlocks. Therefore, they must be foolproof.
"The structure of this shield is a little weird..."
Ten minutes later, Kel'Thuzad stood up. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, which was mental exhaustion. After mentally calculating a large amount of data, no matter how smart a person is, he will feel the pain of losing strength, but even
After the calculation, the great warlock's frown still did not relax. He said to the humans and orcs behind him:
"The power of space tearing is three times stronger!"
"What?"
Kanrisad let out an exclamation. He stared at his leader with wide eyes:
"Three times? Boss, are you right? Such force will directly cause the space to collapse if you are not careful... This is too dangerous."
"No, it must be three times! In order to barely open the devil's door."
Kel'Thuzad took off the Scepter of Sargeras from behind. He originally did not intend to use this dangerous weapon, but judging from his calculations, in order to open a space passage that allows the warlocks to pass through, he must use it.
It's up.
He turned to his two subordinates and explained:
"The structure of the shield in front of me is coupled with sixteen layers of runes. It is equivalent to a city wall composed entirely of pure magic power. It is 1.5 times thicker than the confinement barrier of Dalaran's Violet Prison. Damn it...these upper elves
Are you crazy? This structure of rune coupling does not look like it is simply used for city defense... it looks like a super large seal."
Seeing his subordinates still stunned, Kel'Thuzad scolded with dissatisfaction:
"In short, do as I say! Wealth and fortune are at stake... We'll see if we can get the secret book we need before those elves break through."
Although it felt incredible, due to the pressure brought by Kel'Thuzad, the human warlocks and orc warlocks had to increase the spatial impact of the Demon Gate three times in accordance with the requirements of the big warlock. The original small magic circle was forced to
It expanded into a large magic circle that required 4 people to preside over.
After all preparations were completed, the great warlock held the Scepter of Sargeras and stood in the center of the magic circle. The four master warlocks worked together to activate the magic circle. The huge evil energy gathered again. Kel'Thuzad held it carefully
The Scepter of Sargeras mentally outlined the spatial parameters he calculated, and finally determined a spatial point within the barrier.
Then with the activation of the Scepter of Sargeras, the invisible space in front of everyone was crazily weakened, like a group of miners on stimulants, waving hoes to dig into the earth in front of them. In just a few seconds, purple appeared in front of their eyes.
On top of the magic shield, a black spatial singularity was formed.
"Now! Activate it!"
Kel'Thuzad gave an order, and the human warlock Kanrisad quickly threw a rune stone into the singularity in front of him. With a low buzzing sound, a green, small demon made of obsidian was decorated with a demon's head.
The portal appeared on the magic circle as if it had been summoned, and in a calculated space point inside the purple barrier, another almost identical demon portal also appeared at the same time, but that door's
The color of the magic light curtain is purple.
This is a portal that Kel'Thuzad borrowed from mages. It is a newly developed two-way demonic portal for warlocks. It is powered by evil energy. It is not as powerful as the portals of mages, but it is easy to operate and can be used in large areas.
It is used in some environments with chaotic magic, and its duration is longer than that of the mage's portal.
"Walk!"
Kel'Thuzad ignored the weakness coming from his body. He led the warlocks and strode into the tall portal. In an instant, he passed through the thick magic shield of the elves and appeared directly in Ere.
In the inner city of Salas.
However, the moment the great warlock stepped into the city, his nose twitched unnaturally, as if he smelled some strange smell. He stretched out his hand, and the warlocks behind him immediately stopped where they were and started
alert.
Kel'Thuzad's nostrils kept twitching. He turned his head to look behind him at the orc warlock Recent, who was most sensitive to evil energy. He frowned and asked:
"Did you smell it? The smell of demons... There is a demon in this city, and he is a big lord-level guy! But how can there be demons in the city of the upper elf?"
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"Pfft, pfft"
With two soft sounds, the bodies of the two upper elf guards guarding the entrance to the underground city in Elrethalas fell limply to the body of a man in black, as if all their life force had been drained away.
A slender figure with a long hood is in front of me.
There was a deep cut to the bone on their necks, and the ferocious wound had been frozen at the moment of cutting. A black rune sword engraved with thorn flowers was held in the hand of the slender figure. She looked around
Look, then humming a weird little tune, walking with relaxed steps, strolling into the passage in front of you in the city that has been shrouded in war.
The Highborne Elves are retreating steadily. Facing the coalition forces of humans and high elves, the Highborne Elves, who are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of quantity and quality, simply cannot resist. Especially after several magic hubs have fallen into the hands of the coalition forces, protecting the Highborne Elves
The range of the magic shield is getting smaller and smaller, and the fall of this city is inevitable.
However, the Highborne Elves did not seem to intend to surrender. Under the command of Tortheldrin, the last Sindra guards tenaciously guarded the few magic hubs that had not yet been lost. They were unable to resist them with their ancient magic.
victorious enemy.
In this chaotic situation, no one pays attention to those guys who take advantage of the chaos to "cross the border"...such as those warlocks, such as the slender figure in front of them.
They all came here with a specific purpose, and they all planned to "make a fortune and run away."
But unlike the warlocks who used technology to invade, Lord Luminas Sunscar did not spend much energy entering Elrethalas. She "walked" in completely easily.
"Tsk, tsk, this broken stone is really useful."
Miss Luminas shook the purple crystal in her hand. After she injected a trace of death energy into it, the crystal emitted a green light, shrouding Luminas's entire body in it, along with her body.
The body and breath were covered together, as if she didn't exist at all.
This magical crystal was given to her by Mother Alleria before she left. It is one of the Dark Blade Legion's most valuable assets. It is one of the Atama crystals belonging to the Draenei. This is
A magical thing that can hide a large city in light and shadow, the "shadow of the leaves".
Luminas has completed the task entrusted to her by the Blood Matron. She escorted the Windrunner sisters and their men to Feralas and confirmed that they returned to the high elves camp. Now, she wants to start her own
A "treasure hunt".
Lord Tyrion of the Dark Blade told her clearly that hidden in the ancient city of Elre'Thalas was the sister sword of Quel'Delar, also known as the "Blade Forged by the Ancient Dragon".
, but Tyrion didn’t know exactly where the sword was placed, so he could only rely on Luminas to find it herself.
Before the young lady entered the City of Ten Thousand Years, she was very confident in her treasure hunting ability. However, after actually entering the city, she realized that the problem before her was not simple.
Elre'Thalas is a complete city. Under the surface city, there is a slightly smaller underground city. The architectural style of the upper elves tends to be luxurious and cumbersome. The entire underground city is built just like an underground city.
Like a maze, Luminas passed through the spiral stairs leading underground, and after walking around the chaotic underground city for a few times, she suddenly discovered a very fatal problem...
She is lost.
"Ah, damn it!"
Luminas kicked the frozen corpse at her feet and cursed unhappily:
"I knew it wasn't that simple."
As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the dark cave behind her. Compared with the luxurious scene outside, the environment and smell in this cave made people feel disgusting. This was not a normal place. According to Luminas
Judging from her experience, she should have come to a place similar to a prison while wandering around.
The young lady walked around the prison several times before she found a half-dead guy in the cage in the corner. She was eager to find a guide, so she didn't kill the guy. She casually broke the guy in front of her eyes with her fingers.
He stepped into the thick dungeon railings and slapped a ball of cold ice shards on the face of the unconscious prisoner to wake him up.
The prisoner raised his head blankly and saw a wild red-haired beauty wearing a black windbreaker and black riding boots standing in the darkness next to him, looking at him. This made the prisoner immediately fall into a strange silence.
"Hey, idiot! Are you still alive?"
Luminas kicked the prisoner impatiently, put her high-heeled combat boots on the prisoner's chest, lowered her head and asked:
"May I have your name?"
"I...my name is Mordent...Mordent Yongying."
"Very well, Mordent... Tsk, what a stupid name. Anyway, you'd better know where Quel'Sera was placed. I mean, your holy sword belongs to me, do you understand?
