Dalaran has fallen!
This is not a symbolic statement. In fact, what this statement explains is a fact.
On the originally fertile Dalaran Plains, a terrifying depression, like a wound on the earth, appeared in the original position of Dalaran. Facing the power of Scourge that could change the world, Lake Lordamere finally had to choose to change its route, completely submerging Dalaran that fell into the ground.
This glorious City of Mage, where is its original glory still present?
In the waist-deep icy lake water, the Mages who cannot use space magic are struggling to fight to the death with the Undeads who are constantly pouring into the Citys. Every minute, fresh lives are passing away. Every minute, this already extremely bad environment becomes more dangerous.
Especially when Arthas's Nerubians troops started a sneak attack from deep water, the Defensive Line that Mage had put in a lot of effort to barely build collapsed almost instantly.
Archmage Landarock, this noble Mage who is half Elf Bloodline, now has no trace of dignity at all. He is holding Staff stained with stinky blood in one hand, and holding an activated magic Scroll in the other hand.
He inherited the excellent vision from his mother and was searching back and forth in the chaotic water battlefield. The Mages around him consciously stood beside him, using various spells to delay the approach of the tireless ferocious Undeads.
Of course, there are also timid people trying to escape from the water that has turned into a Hell killing field, but in the current chaotic situation of Dalaran, if a person leaves alone, unless it is Council of Six or the most advanced Battle Mage, the possibility of survival can be ignored.
Just when Landarock's eyes were a little sour, a vague magic wave suddenly came from the water not far away. Elf Archmage's face changed, and he threw the Scroll in his hand towards that place.
"Go to hell! Demon!"
The next moment, an Nerubians with a dark body and disgusting compound eyes had just emerged from the water and collided head-on with the "Arcane Storm" Scroll thrown by Landarock. The purple, chaotic, and powerful Arcane Storm exploded above the head of the Nerubians. In just a few seconds, the extremely powerful chaotic Arcane Power Storm tore apart half of its body.
Landarock took over another Scroll from other Mage with difficulty, and a group of people began to move to other places, ordinary Risen or The Ghouls are not a big threat to the assembled Mages, but after the appearance of Nerubianss, it is difficult for ordinary Mages to detect these "underground Killers".
Therefore, these Mage, whose perception is far beyond that of ordinary people, were gathered together by Landarock to specifically hunt and kill these vicious Nerubians. Their team is currently, More than two hundred Mages who were entrenched on the second floor of Mana Tavern and were treating the wounded sent out Scouts to contact other surviving Mages.
In this situation where the battle is still unknown, any Mage who still has sense knows that if they rush out rashly, they will only be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Undead. They must find a way to contact other surviving brothers. Only when their own strength becomes stronger and stronger can they survive with the group.
"Let's go! Brothers, let's save the others!"
Landarock loudly encouraged the tired Mages, which was the only motivation for them to persist. And just as the Mages were using amazing efficiency to save themselves, a crazy fight was also going on in Violet Citadel Square.
The center of Dalaran, Violet Citadel and the nearby Wizard's Tower, have been wrapped up by the soaring Flames. The originally gorgeous Street, also in the confrontation between two Epic Hero, was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming energy attack. This high-level battle only lasted for less than ten minutes, and one tenth of the Dalaran had been ruthlessly destroyed.
Antonidas entered Rank of Epic Hero as early as more than ten years ago. His understanding of flames and Time Magic surprised even the mysterious Bronze Dragon. Now, this power that is difficult for ordinary people to understand has become Archmage's Killer's trump card.
Arthas waved Frostmourne wildly, and each sword slash left a scratch full of dark power on the buildings around Violet Square, and even directly penetrated those buildings. From a distance, the power of death was fully unfolded, like a black mist that wanted to cover the sky. The king of death knights, now like a large hedgehog that continuously shoots dark blades in all directions, and like a fast-moving humanoid demolition machine.
Everywhere he ran was in ruins!
Although it looked like he was attacking, in fact, this guy was forced into a defensive mode from the beginning, shooting Dark Energy blades in all directions crazily, just to interrupt Antonidas's magic chant.
Mortal Only by truly understanding the essence of power can it be possible to enter the level of Epic Hero. Azeroth is so vast, and Living Being is no less than hundreds of millions., but the real Epic Hero is only twenty or thirty. It is said that there is an existence named "Legendary" above this level that has understood the ultimate power, but that is just a legend.
Most of Arthas's power comes from the gift from Frostmourne, so his Epic Hero actually has water. This can be seen from the fact that Kael'thas can even tie with him.
So when King of the Death Knights, who has always crushed his opponents with powerful strength, met Epic Hero Archmage Antonidas, who was really without any water, it was only natural that he would be beaten up.
When Time Magic's pale yellow light covers Antonidas's body, Arthas cannot hurt him at all. Time, this is known as "" One of the several mysterious systems of "The Most High Realm", when Antonidas's special understanding of time was fully developed, his existence was transferred to many Timeline by Spread.
Only at the same time, Execute among so many Timeline, otherwise Antonidas will never die.
Is this something Mortal can do?
Arthas, whose understanding of the power of death is at least at an early stage, cannot do this!
Archmage completely ignored the dark blades shot by Frostmourne, allowing those dark blades to leave wounds on his body that would not ooze blood. He used the terrifyingly explosive Fire Magic to wear away bit by bit the dark shield surrounding Arthas's body.
What's even more frightening is that every time Archmage moves, it will summon a phantom of other Timeline in place. Although it is very similar to Arcane Magic's "Mirror Image", in fact, the principles of these Illusion are much more complicated than that magic.
Moreover, when these Illusion are gathered together and used as consumables, they can explode in an instant with an attack that is enough to threaten Arthas, and the terrifying flames that completely devour Violet Citadel are the Arcane Power explosion caused by Antonidas's last consumption of these Illusion.
He said before that he wanted to kill the existence of Arthas here. It seems that he was not talking nonsense. He has this power!
Arthas does not look embarrassed. In fact, except for Orcs and Demon, which are races that focus on physical strength, other Mortal races can skillfully use energy and integrate energy attacks into normal attacks. This is the basic condition for becoming Hero.
At least until Antonidas consumes all the energy in Arthas and Frostmourne, it is almost impossible to harm King of the Death Knights's body.
Unless Archmage can also be filled with super energy like the previous Dick, so that his Arcane Power can have a crushing effect on the dark power of Arthas.
But even if it can't hurt the body, Arthas is still miserable now. At the level of Antonidas, almost all magic is instantaneous. Fire Magic is famous for high damage. Facing the range magic like Hellfire thrown by Archmage, he can only choose to dodge.
The battlefield between the two people moved from the inside of Violet Citadel, where the ceiling was blown off by Krasus, to the square outside Tower. Old Mage seemed to have made up his mind this time. Even if he destroyed Dalaran with his own hands, he would still kill Arthas.
But is King of the Death Knights so easy to kill?
"Hahaha! Antonidas, you have entered my trap! You are just like your City!... Dead!"
The old Mage, who was casting spells quickly, suddenly frowned, and the pale yellow light on his body quickly circulated, causing him to switch places with the Timeline Illusion he left behind. The next second, two giant red claws tore open the space, completely tearing apart the Illusion left behind by Archmage.
As the black Spatial Rift suddenly expanded three times, when it disappeared, the 4-meter-tall body was filled with bloody mist. Aura of Fear was spread to the strongest The leader of Nathrezim, the strongest Dreadlord, wrapped his body in red Bat Wings, like a large Vampire Bats Tichondrius, appeared in the chaos!
"Tsk tsk, who is this quietly? Mortal who has mastered the secret of time. If you surrender to the Burning Legion, I will let you go mercifully! Even your City!"
Tichondrius scratched his chin with sharp claws and looked at Antonidas with a malicious expression, but old Mage ignored him at all and instead looked behind him.
On the other side of the Violet square, Antonidas also felt a coldness that could freeze his soul. The already a little tired old Mage turned around, and he saw an endless wave of Frost, along the ground, along the buildings, and even along the air, from the Street behind, Spread arrived at the battlefield.
Floating in the air, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, a crown on his head, holding a traveling Trojan staff, and covered with pure white bones. The great lich was locked in a huge amount of magic power by six magic chains. In the breath of freezing everything, he hit the lich palm smoothly, broke the frozen building, and caught the shivering Dalaran mage hiding in mid-air.
In its nervous "hehe" laughter, the screaming Mage was frozen into an ice sculpture. Archlich put its white paws on the ice sculpture, and with a slight twitch, the light green soul fell into its hands. At the same time, the ice sculpture exploded and turned into stars all over the sky.
"Haha... My respected Lord Mentor, I'm back, taking death and Despair... I'm going home."
Kel'Thuzad was no longer talking in sleep, and its hollow voice was full of gloom. Arthas, who was knocked away by a pyrotechnic fireball from the old Mage, threw away the black cloak behind him, put Frostmourne on his shoulders, and strode to the side of the old Mage. The black mist spread out again, swallowing up everything behind him.
The black one is death, the red one is fear, and the white one is Frost.
With three forces and four battlefields, space is still locked and all ways of survival are blocked.
Old Mage raised his head and glanced at the sky that seemed far away. He knew that he was being plotted.
Facing the ambush of three Epic Hero, it was already difficult for him to leave here alive.
No matter it was Tichondrius, Arthas, or even Archlich, whose brain was no longer normal, no one came forward in a hurry, not only because of respect for the old Mage, these cunning guys all knew that once Antonidas, who had mastered the mysterious power of time, went completely crazy, he could definitely kill any of them before he died.
No one wants to die in victory Dawn.
This gave old Mage the last moment. He leaned the shiny purple Dalare's Eye on the ground, took out his exquisite Ebony Smoking Pipe from his arms, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.
The pure tobacco from Kingdom of Stormwind introduced a spicy and refreshing fragrance into his nostrils. Old Mage squinted his eyes, and in the rising smoke, he seemed to see his past, Medivh, Terenas in his youth, and himself.
He smiled heartily, threw the Smoking Pipe in his hand aside, and straightened his crooked Black Horned Hat for the last time. The next moment, crazy flames and riots broke out on the battlefield where the three parties gathered maliciously.
The golden light and red flame seemed to pierce the darkness coming from Spread, and seemed to shine out the brightest and last hope in the sunset when the sun set for the last time.
Riding on Ram, following Frostwolf Clan's Orcs and the fully armed Stormpike cavalry, heading towards the fallen Dalaran rushed Dick. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden Red Light piercing the sky in the giant depression not far away. His heart suddenly tightened.
"Speed up! Speed up!"
"Save those Mages!"
Dick, whose expression changed greatly, waved his whip and once again hit the goat that was already running with all its strength.
Behind him, the faces of Drek'Thar and Marshal Fandral were extremely ugly.
The powerful Dalaran... has fallen like this?
What on earth should they use to resist such dark power?