"Mages, follow me!"
Krasus, who was flying in the low altitude, has transformed back into the giant Dragon Form. His real name is Korialstrasz, he is the young magic genius among Red Dragonflight, and the youngest spouse of Alexstrasza and Life-Binder, one of Red Dragon Queen and Dragon Aspects.
During the years when Dragonflights lived in seclusion behind the scenes of the world, many young Dragon like Krasus would transform into human forms and travel around the vast world, but none of them were like Krasus is so interested in the world of Mortal, and no Dragon can experience all kinds of strange travels like Krasus.
Krasus found many good friends during the long time, and Antonidas was one of them. This wise old Mage gave young Dragon a lot of inspiration. He even regarded him as his teacher. This was simply unimaginable for the arrogant Dragon.
But Krasus really regards Dalaran as his second hometown, so in today's critical moment, he is willing to devote his efforts to it.
Krasus is the adult Dragon. After it has truly transformed into a prototype, it is more than forty or fifty meters long from beginning to end, with its wingspan fully spread out, and a distance of nearly twenty meters. It is a truly behemoth., and Five Dragonflights, are all Guardians who have been given the responsibility to protect the world by Titans. Their magical power is not inferior at all compared to their tyrannical bodies.
Krasus is Red Dragon. Every bite of Dragon Breath is full of violent Life Force and red flames of destruction, like a huge pillar of fire falling from the sky, accompanied by Red Dragon With the dance of, large areas of Undead were cleared away. When the giant Dragon's Shadow floated across the earth, a way of escape appeared in front of the Mage who suffered heavy casualties.
Archmage Rhonin and Landarock led the rescued Mages to trudge through the water with difficulty, following the escape path that Krasus made for them, and fled towards the outside world of Dalaran.
In the depression behind them, Ansirem of Council of Six Archmage is independently supporting a ladder built with Frost. This ladder with a height of more than Thirty connects the fallen Dalaran to the ground that has not yet collapsed, creating a real lifeline for the surviving Mage.
But to maintain such a pure Elements ladder, the amount of Arcane Power that needs to be consumed is very terrible, and only top Mage like Ansirem can persist for a long time.
It's not that Mages are panicking and don't know how to use those stones to build stairs. Now Dalaran is almost filled with Undeads. Even Combat Strengths who are extremely powerful Mages don't have that much time. It's a waste, and in Dalaran, there are not only Mage like Rhonin who are good at fighting. After all, it is a large organization, and most of the personnel's actual Combat Strength is not high. What they really value is the knowledge in their minds.
When Dalaran was in its heyday, it was claimed that there were 1,000 Mages. In fact, one-third of them were Mage apprentices, and another one-third were such "academic" researchers. Only one-third were good at fighting, and Combat Strengths had high and low levels.
Facing hundreds of thousands of Undead, with so few Mage, even if they die from exhaustion, they still can't kill all these walking corpses!
Of course, in actual situations, they would never be as embarrassed as they are now. It's just that Arthas and Archlich's imagination has opened up, which has put Dalaran into an embarrassing situation where it is impossible to organize an effective counterattack.
Archmage Rhonin and Landarock, as well as those Mage who were still fighting, escaped with the injured and Mage who were unable to fight, Archmage Ansirem and others were responsible for maintaining the ladder, Archmage Drenden, together with Battle Mage who are dedicated to fighting, struggled to resist the invasion of Undead while looking for survivors and bringing them into Dalaran Ruins, which had become a place of death.
Rhonin's face was covered with black ash, and the robe on his body was also dirty, but Pain was more worried than the physical pain.
It is Torment in the soul. He knows that Dalaran has been destroyed, but if now, like other countries, there is a standing army, even the most Weaklings kind of army will not fall into this situation and can only flee in panic. To the point of running. As he was thinking, he used Arcane Power to get a handful of water, and handed it to the beautiful High Elf standing next to him, holding a bow on guard, his wife, Vereesa-Windrunner.
He and Vereesa met in Second War. At that time, he was just a Mage apprentice who was in trouble and had very bad luck. He was called a "moving disaster" by other Mages. For this reason, he was even sent to spy on people who escaped from Lordaeron, using the alias "Prestor" Lord" is actually Earth-Warder of Corruption, Black Dragon King Neltharion, the virtual reality of the terrifying creature calling itself Deathwing.
An old Mage once ridiculed Rhonin: "The most perfect result is that Deathwing swallows Rhonin and then chokes to death. In this way, we will save two big troubles at once!"
But as things changed, Rhonin met Vereesa and Wildhammer Dwarves Falstad, after a series of difficult but lucky journeys, Rhonin miraculously rescued Red Dragon Queen who was imprisoned by the Dragonmaw Clan. In a sense, the reason why Second War ended so quickly is all the credit of Rhonin.
But Rhonin knows that he is not actually a magic genius. All he has is diligence. However, facing Dalaran's current situation, his diligence can't help him in any way.
Vereesa pursed her lips, took the water handed over by her husband, and wiped her face, which was also stained. After the Windrunner family girl washed her face, she looked exactly like the Elf girl from Sylvanas. Of course, compared with Sylvanas, her face was less mature, but more free.
"Rhonin, my husband... don't blame yourself, it's not your fault!"
Vereesa reached out and held Rhonin's cold hand. Archmage looked at his beloved wife and smiled hard. He was about to say something, and then heard a cry that resounded throughout the earth. Rhonin and Vereesa looked at the sky. Krasus, who was flying in the low altitude, was attacked!
It was a giant beetle that suddenly sprang out from the ground. Its 6-meter-tall body gave it the power to challenge Dragon!
Anub'arak, Northrend Nerubians Empire King of Azjol-Nerub, the most powerful Crypt Lord, while it was still alive, Dragon... was also its food!
Crypt Lord's four thick Stone Pillars-like legs gave it unimaginable power. It jumped up from the ground, ferocious, recurved like a sickle, and cone-shaped with amazing lethality. Claw stabbed hard into the wings of Krasus. With this blow, Dragon, soaring in the sky, lost its power to fly.
This is not the end yet. When Krasus fell to the ground in embarrassment, overwhelming countless Undead, Anub'arak was like Like a tank, Charge lowered his head, pointed the sharp blade above his head at Dragon, who was struggling to get up from the ground, and then hit Krasus hard in the chest.
"Bang!"
The young Dragon had no experience fighting against Crypt Lord. Just like those prey preyed upon by Anub'arak, the sharp spikes on Crypt Lord's head pierced the neck and shattered the sternum. But with Dragon's Life Force, it did not die so easily.
The pierced wings lost the ability to float, but Dragon, who landed on the ground, had lost the capital to fight against Crypt Lord. However, Krasus did not intend to surrender just like that. He learned Courage and Wisdom in human society, from Dragon The aggressiveness in Bloodline also aroused its ferocity.
Krasus folded its wings, the thick Claws and the whip-like dragon tail swayed, and Ranubarak, who entered the predator state, started a confrontation and a terrible fight in the group of Undead.
The strongest Crypt Lord, and an injured adult Dragon. Every impact and bite they make can make the ground crack. Crypt Lord screams, The roar of Red Dragon resounded through the sky, the boulder lifted up by Anub'arak, and the Flames spit out by Red Dragon. To the Mages, it was like a scene from a myth.
But the Mages didn't stand around for too long, because their trouble was coming!
Without the suppression of Krasus in the sky, Mage are in a very embarrassing situation. Their current location happens to be hundreds of thousands of Undead In the center, Rhonin and Landarock stood on a high place, shouting loudly, asking those Mages who still had power to form Defensive Line, which was full of loopholes.
Facing the Undead, Risen, Ghoul and Abomination who were slowly surrounding them from all directions, as well as those Cursed Mage who were smiling sinisterly, every Mage in Defensive Line couldn't help but hold on to Staff.
No need to command Rhonin, various magics, Ice, flame, Arcane, Poison Mist, the Cursed, Lightning and so on, the Arcane Power tide of these Elements energies gathered together swept across the surrounding Necromancer and forced them back.
But not even 10 seconds later, another wave of offensive appeared. Under the command of the scattered Death Knight and Cursed Mage, wave after wave of Lesser Undeads rushed towards the defense line composed of the extremely tired Mages. In this case, the Undeads perfectly utilized their strongest advantage, quantity!
Rhonin and Mage looked up and saw endless black torrents in all directions. At this moment, even Rhonin and Vereesa, who had really seen the big scene, were losing their inner hope little by little.
Without the heavily armored soldiers blocking the front, no matter how powerful the Mage's firepower was, they would not be able to stop the Undead's approach.
They are using the few remaining Arcane Power in exchange for the last bit of time.
The most terrible thing is the blockade of space. Without Portal and Teleportation, a big escape weapon, the only thing left for these Mages is Despair!
One minute! Five minutes! Ten minutes!
After persisting for fifteen minutes, Krasus was already covered with bruises. The young Dragon was completely Despair when faced with the thick carapace that Crypt Lord could not penetrate at all. There was no hope in its yellow Serpent Eyes.
The same goes for the Mages on the other side. In a fifteen-minute magic frenzy, they almost killed nearly ten thousand Undeads, but this could not reverse their final defeat of Fates.
Arcane Power has been exhausted, Rhonin and Vereesa are holding together. This pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks have already planned to face their final fate peacefully.
Rhonin looked at the sky for the last time. On that frightening day, the sunset filled the sky. The sky was like the most faithful recorder, trying to completely record everything that happened every day on this land in time.
"Great sunshine... if you can... please let me live in those memories forever... if you can..."
Defensive Line's Death Knight was rushed into Vereesa's abdomen and cut out a hideous wound. Pain's eyes were closed, lying in Rhonin's arms, and began to sing High Elf The songs of Sorrow were uttered by the Mage, like the roar of a pack of wolves who were forced to a dead end. Those Mage who did not want to die a humble death, even the Most High held up Staff and rushed out like Warrior.
In the battlefield where death and blood were splattered, this Sorrow and melodious ballad made everything so miserable. But at this moment, Rhonin suddenly felt that the temperature of the sun had dissipated.
He raised his head blankly and saw those shadows that cut across the sky, those flying shadows that blocked the sun. Those were... those were Gryphon... Dwarves's Gryphon!
In Rhonin's eyes that had been modified by Arcane Power, he could clearly see those Gryphons wearing heavy armor carrying Dwarves, humans, and even Elf!
They crossed the battlefield, seemingly looking for something!
Rhonin felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He knew, he knew what those Flying Troops were looking for!
He knelt on the ground, held Vereesa, held Staff high, and used the last Arcane Power to shoot a group of red Arcane Power fireworks into the sky.
"Bang!"
Fireworks explode!
The hovering Gryphon immediately changed its flight direction and flew over the heads of Rhonin and Mage. One by one, Engineering Bombs fell into the Undead group that was approaching the collapsed Mage front.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The line of flames that burst out from the ground blew the blazing, scorching wind over those Mage who were as dazed as Rhonin.
Watching the flames explode, Dick handed War Banner of Silver Hand to Liadrin beside him, and raised the horn on his waist to his mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
The heavy horn, blessed with amplification magic by the High Elfs, instantly spread throughout the battlefield.
Dick lifted Fire of Justice high, and Aura of Holiness exploded on all Champion, behind him, Paladins of Chillwind Camp stood solemnly, tall Orcs rode on the anxious Dire Wolf, brave Warrior can't wait to join the battlefield, War Banner of Ironforge is flying on Dwarves's Steam Tank, and High Elf are gearing up to teach these Undead a profound lesson as punishment for their violation of Quel'Thalas.
In front of their eyes, Undead, with its teeth and claws arrogant, was coming like a tide. On the battlefield that was not too far away, there were compatriots who were also alive, waiting for them to rescue them.
At this moment, the boundaries between life and death, light and darkness have never been so clear. This is the beginning of the struggle, but it is far from the end. No one can Stomp the dignity of life so easily, and no monster can get away with such evil things.
Dick looked at the darkness in front of him indifferently, as if it were an invincible Abyss darkness, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.
If this weak world cannot give them a fair Judgment, then let me do it!
"Northern Frontier's Champions! For our fallen compatriots, for the hatred we bear! For this land that has been Stomp ed!"
"Charge!!!"