Rumble.
A deafening roar shook the earth, and the ground cracked open. The soil in Dalaran rapidly coalesced and, under the influence of magic, formed solid rock.
Magnificent and splendid buildings rose from the ground, radiating dazzling light. The tall and slender spires defied the laws of physics, standing majestically like a dense forest after being reinforced by magic.
Then, the land, now turned to rock, supported the buildings on it and, driven by magic, slowly rose into the air, forming a magical city floating in the sky.
A new Dalaran appeared, bathed in sunlight as if shrouded in a golden halo, a magnificent sight, a perfect fusion of magic and architectural aesthetics.
The monster gazed up at the Floating City in the sky, its heart surging with emotion. The Floating City before it was very familiar, as if it had stirred up a soft spot in its heart, and some forgotten memories were faintly resurfacing.
"I once lived in a similar city, studying, researching, fighting, and experiencing beautiful love. No, back then, the whole world was made up of similar Floating Cities. A beautiful memory, precious times I experienced, a glorious and magnificent magical civilization—it's all so nostalgic. Strange, why do I have these memories? Who am I?"
The monster shook his head, those memories gradually blurring. He couldn't recall the events of a distant era, the beautiful things long forgotten.
Rhonin and Jaina were completely stunned, staring blankly at the monster, both revealing expressions of piety as if they were facing a god.
Actually, this magic isn't difficult; the main thing is the application of vast magic. The structure of this city was already in the monster's memory, so it can be used directly.
In contrast, the subsequent long-range attack on the Frozen Throne was a sophisticated and powerful spell, requiring the monsters to use a complex Magic Circle even with the Eye of Sargeras.
The monster led Jaina and Rhonin to the Floating City, where they got up close to the magnificent Floating City, and the two were once again filled with awe.
Exquisite buildings, tidy streets, and spotless squares.
A beautiful fountain, where fish swim happily. Near the Floating City, several smaller islands float in the air, one of which has clear ponds built on its surface, forming part of the whole of Dalaran.
This is the new Dalaran.
The monster declared with pride, "I hope Dalaran become a mobile fortress for Azeroth, able to arrive swiftly in the event of enemies or rebels, ensuring the safety of Azeroth."
Rhonin and Jaina were stunned by the beautiful scenery before them, and nodded in agreement in unison. The monster's expression turned solemn, and it commanded:
"Rhonin, immediately gather all the surviving Dalaran Mages. They must be truly learned; I need to construct a Magic Circle," the monster said simply, without further explanation.
At Rhonin's urging, a large number of mages rushed back to Dalaran, marveling at this miraculous Floating City.
The monster was very low-key and didn't tell anyone that it was the builder of Dalaran. Rhonin saw through the monster's intentions and casually replied that it was a magical miracle.
After gathering more than five hundred mages, the monster handed over the drawn array diagram to Rhonin. Attacking the Frozen Throne requires skillful operation, as the Magic Circle is very complex and requires the coordinated efforts of Dalaran Mages.
Robbie was well aware of the course of history, so he had long ago sent spies to monitor the movements of Dalaran. None of the monsters' actions escaped the Scourge's intelligence network.
While the Scourge mages were busy constructing Magic Circle targeting the Frozen Throne in Dalaran, they were also working on the Frozen Throne itself. Meanwhile, on the edge of the Aetrite Ore's Nexus area, many Ghouls were secretly building a tower.
It turned out that the Scourge's excavation had encountered difficulties from the very beginning. The soil in the Nexus was rich in magic and almost as hard as rock, so Robbie came up with a good idea.
The mages of Dalaran gradually returned and joined in the construction of the Magic Circle. After about half a month, the Magic Circle, which covered almost the entire Dalaran, was finally completed.
Neither Rhonin nor Jaina knew the true meaning of the Magic Circle. The monster personally inspected the Magic Circle, and after several adjustments and improvements, it was finally declared complete.
On a bright and sunny day, the monster climbed to the very top of Violet Citadel in Dalaran, holding the Eye of Sargeras in his hand, and began to cast a spell.
Powerful magic converged above Dalaran, forming a terrifying Maelstrom. The monsters held their breath, constantly compressing their mana. The magic from the Azeroth Ley Line, combined with the energy provided by the Legion, merged together and swirled into the Eye of Sargeras.
The monster raised the Eye of Sargeras, its eyes shooting out a cold light. The Magic Circle beneath its feet rapidly activated, and the Frozen Throne, thousands of miles away, appeared before it.
Holding the Eye of Sargeras with utmost care, the monster launched an attack on the image of the Frozen Throne at the center of the Magic Circle. Countless energies traveled thousands of miles and poured onto the Frozen Throne.
According to the information in the monster's memory, such an attack would be enough to cause the Frozen Throne to collapse.
Unexpectedly, the Frozen Throne only swayed slightly and remained stubbornly standing. The monster frowned slightly; had the Scourge reinforced the Frozen Throne?
He immediately dismissed the idea, since only Kil'jaeden and a few others knew about the plan.
The monster was extremely confident in itself. It gathered powerful magic, more than three times its original strength, and launched an attack on the Frozen Throne.
This time, the Frozen Throne shook violently, like a tree in Gale, yet it remained standing.
"That's impossible."
Even if the Scourge reinforced the Frozen Throne, it wouldn't achieve the same effect, since passive defense is much harder than offense.
The monster gritted its teeth, its eyes piercing through thousands of miles of space, seeing countless Ghouls scurrying about in panic on and off the Frozen Throne, letting out apocalyptic howls.
"Judging from the Scourge's performance, they were not prepared, or some unknown force strengthened the Frozen Throne. If it wasn't the Burning Legion, then perhaps it was the Titans, or maybe Elune?"
"Titans?" The monster hesitated for a moment when he thought of this answer. Although he didn't know why, he quickly dismissed the idea.
"Is that Elune? Others fear your power, but I don't." The monster gritted its teeth, a fierce glint in its eyes, finally taking the situation seriously.
Terrifying magic gathered above Dalaran, turning the entire sky as black as ink, covering an area of hundreds of miles, and floating in mid-air like a surging ocean.
The mages of Dalaran all paled, fearing that this unprecedented and terrifying magical power would unleash its full force and turn the newly built Dalaran into ashes in an instant.
Fortunately, the monster had excellent control over magic. With the Legion's energy and the magic of the Azeroth Ley Line, the monster also added infinite power from the Void. Above Dalaran, space cracked and shattered like a spider web.
A massive amount of magic poured into the Eye of Sargeras, and the artifact seemed unable to withstand it. The monster roared and launched its strongest attack on the Frozen Throne.
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the Frozen Throne's influence within the Magic Circle was largely destroyed, the mountain peak nearly snapped at its base, and countless Scourge perished. Yet, the monster remained unsatisfied; the underground portion of the nail remained unaffected and continued to exert its effect.
Unseen by the monsters, in the Nexus of the Aetrite Ore, a huge crack appeared in the hard Frost, and the cows locked above the Nexus cried out in alarm, startling the moon in the sky.