As Antonidas's words fell, the buildings of Dalaran began to resonate. The magic nodes buried deep in the ground awakened, and the whole city began to breathe like a huge magical creature. The runes on the streets lit up one after another, and the violet light flowed along a specific route, finally converging on Violet Citadel in the center of the city."
When Undead's vanguard stepped into the one kilometer radius outside the city, Antonidas slammed the staff to the ground, and the metal at the bottom of the staff collided with Stone Tablet, creating dazzling sparks. "Start Holy Light Matrix!"
In an instant, the entire Dalaran city turned into the sun. Countless golden light pillars burst out from the ground, shooting into the sky like a reverse meteor shower, intertwining in the sky to form a giant network covering the entire city.
The skeletons in the front row turned into ashes before they could even scream. A dozen Abomination melted like wax statues, and the green pus was purified before it hit the ground. The Undead mages tried to hold up the shadow shield, but were pierced like tissue paper in front of the strong Holy Light.
A Death Knight wearing black armor suddenly rode out of the mist. He raised his rune sword high and roared the ancient Lordaeron war cry as he rushed towards the city wall. Holy Light burned his body and peeled off his armor. He fell, his flesh and blood carbonized, but he was still Charge - until three hundred meters away from the city wall, the man and his horse exploded into a ball of green fireball. The shock wave shattered dozens of nearby Undead, and also caused the city wall to shake slightly.
"It's Baron Rivendare" Paladin on the city wall recognized the figure, with fear in his voice, "He was once one of the greatest knights Lordaeron" and now he died here silently. Oh, he would have died long ago!"
But at this moment, the city of Dalaran has erupted with deafening cheers. The tavern owner moved out the treasured Mead and started distributing it for free regardless of the ban; the mage apprentices excitedly gestured to the famous scene and argued about which spell was the most effective; even the always reserved High Elf couldn't help but smile and sang the ancient Warsong Clan in his native language.
Antonidas stood alone in the shadow of the tower, looking at the Undead army that was still gathering in the distance. The picture displayed by Crystal Ball made him frown - at the very back of the Undead sea, several vague figures were looking at Dalaran with fearful energy.
The golden Holy Light runes circulate on the surface of the barrier. Any undead creatures that approach will ignite pale flames the moment they step in. Their flesh and blood will quickly carbonize, and their bones will disintegrate into ashes. Scourge's vanguard troops were like waves hitting a rock, shattering one after another, but they were still unable to shake the defense of this magical city.
On the high slope in the distance, Arthas·Menethil watched all this in silence. Frostmourne was stuck on the ground beside him, and the sword exuded a biting cold air.
"How stubborn." Kel'Thuzad stood beside him, the fire of the soul beating in his empty eyes, "The anti-Undead barrier is stronger than expected."
Arthas did not respond. His eyes crossed the battlefield and landed on the towering Violet Citadel of Dalaran. There, the mages of Antonidas and Kirin Tor were controlling the defense system of the entire city.
"We can't afford it." High Elf Undead mage Dar'khan whispered, "Every time a Undead is lost, it takes time to replenish it. And Dalaran's magic reserve..."
"I know." Arthas finally spoke, his voice low and cold.
He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the edge of the anti-Undead barrier.
In the council hall of Dalaran, Antonidas was discussing defense deployment with High Mage. Suddenly, a Arcane light flashed, and Jaina·Proudmoore walked out quickly from Portal.
"Mentor!" Her voice was urgent, "Arthas Undead army has arrived!"
Antonidas frowned. "Jaina, you shouldn't come back at this time."
"Listen to me!" Jaina stepped forward quickly, "Dalaran's anti-Undead enchantment is based on the hedging research between Holy Light and undead energy, but Arthas was once the best Paladin! His understanding of Holy Light far exceeds that of us mages!"
There was a commotion in the hall. Several High Mage exchanged glances, and one of them sneered, "Miss Proudmoore, you are too alarmist. The barrier has not been broken yet, and Scourge has suffered heavy losses."
"That's because Arthas hasn't really taken action yet!" Jaina looked at Antonidas eagerly, "Teacher, we must adjust our defense focus!"
Antonidas was silent for a moment, and finally motioned for the others to leave. When they were the only two left in the hall, the old mage sighed tiredly."
"Jaina, Dalaran's materials and personnel are already insufficient." He whispered, "Maintaining the barrier consumes a huge amount of Magic Crystal. There is also the deployment of personnel day and night. If we adjust the defense system again... we will have no spare power."
Jaina's heart sank. "But Arthas will definitely find a weakness!"
"Maybe." Antonidas looked out the window, Scourge was still attacking the barrier like a tide, "But at least now, we can still hold on."
"I hope so!" Jaina didn't know what to do. Faced with Undead's attack, Dalaran had done a good job. But facing the pair of enemies Arthas and Kel'Thuzad, it happened to restrain Dalaran's defense system.
One of them is very familiar with Holy Light, and the other was once a senior mage of Dalaran. She felt that the conspiracy was approaching. But this feeling of being passively beaten but unable to fight back was really cowardly.
Outside the city, Arthas's palm reached into Holy Light Matrix. The golden Holy Light lit up the moment Arthas touched it. The power of Holy Light burned his palm like fire. Wisps of white smoke rose from the surface of the black armor, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
Arthas didn't flinch.
That familiar burning sensation made the fire in his dead soul suddenly rise.
--Uther's voice seemed to ring in my ears:
"Holy Light is not a weapon, Arthas. It is faith and the power of protection."
The young prince stood on the training ground, the warhammer in his hand shining with warm light. At that time, he still believed in justice and glory.
Although he had become Death Knight for a long time, this moment in front of Holy Light reminded him of his past memories.
"Master Arthas?" Kel'Thuzad's voice brought him back to reality.
Death Knight slowly took back his hand and looked at the charred fingertips. Holy Light's burning continued, but the pain could no longer shake him.
"This is just a fake!" Arthas mocked, "Holy Light simulated by Arcane Energy, Dalaran's wooden heads thought that they could sit back and relax."
"But the damage to our troops is still very large." Lich said hesitantly."
"Don't worry about him, you know what our goal is. Let's go." He turned around and said, "We will act tonight."
A strange smile appeared on Kel'Thuzad's skull face, "Do you have a plan?"
Arthas's eyes were cold. "I am too familiar with Holy Light."
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