Azeroth Trail of Light

Dalaran has fallen!

This is not a symbolic sentence. In fact, what this sentence is describing is a fact.

On the originally fertile Dalaran Great Plains, a terrifying depression, like a wound on the land, appeared on the original location of Dalaran. Lake Lordamere was finally forced to die in the face of the Scourge's power to change the world. If you don't choose to divert, you will completely submerge Dalaran that fell into the ground.

This glorious city of mages, where does it still have its original glory?

In the waist-deep ice-cold lake, mages who could not use space spells struggled desperately with the undead that kept pouring into the city. Every minute, fresh lives were dying, every day. Every minute, this extremely bad environment will become even more dangerous.

Especially when Alsace's nerubian troop launched a surprise attack from the deep water, the defensive line that the mages put in a lot of painstaking effort to establish barely collapsed almost instantly.

Archmage Randalock, this noble mage with half the blood of the elves, now there is no trace of decency at all. He holds a staff covered with stinky blood in one hand, and holds an activated magic wand in the other hand. Magic scroll.

He inherited the excellent vision from his mother, and he was searching back and forth in the chaotic underwater battlefield. The mages around him consciously stood beside him, using various spells to delay the approach of those tireless and ferocious undead.

Of course, there are also those who are timid and try to escape from the water that has turned into a hellish killing field, but in the current chaotic situation in Dalaran, if a person leaves alone, unless it is a council of six or the highest-ranking battle mage, they will survive The possibility is already negligible.

Just when Landa Locke's eyes were a little sour, a faint wave of magic suddenly came from the water not far away. The half-elf archmage's expression changed, and he threw the scroll in his hand towards that place past.

"Go to hell! Demon!"

The next moment, a nerubian with a dark body and disgusting compound eyes just sprang out from the water, and bumped into the scroll of "Arcane Storm" thrown by Landa Locke head-on. It was purple and chaotic. A powerful arcane storm exploded above the nerubian's head, and in just a few seconds, the chaotic magic storm with extremely strong tearing power tore apart its small half of the body.

Landa Locke took another scroll from other mages with difficulty, and a group of people began to move to other places. Ordinary walking corpses or ghouls were not a big threat to the assembled mages, but in After the nerubians appeared, it was difficult for ordinary mages to notice these "underground killers".

Therefore, these mages with far more perception than ordinary people were gathered by Landa Locke to hunt and kill these insidious nerubians. Their team is also currently occupying the second floor of the magic tavern, treating the wounded The scouts sent by more than 200 mages were used to contact other surviving mages.

In such a situation where the battle situation is unknown, any mage who still has reason knows that if he rushes out rashly, he will only be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of undead. He must find a way to contact other surviving brothers. Only when it gets stronger and stronger can it be possible to live in a group.

"Go! Brothers, let's save the others!"

Randalock loudly encouraged the weary mages, and this was the only motivation for them to persevere. And just as the mages were saving themselves with astonishing efficiency, a frenzied fight was also going on in the Violet Tower Square.

The center of Dalaran, the Violet Tower and the nearby Mage Tower, have been enveloped by soaring flames. The originally gorgeous streets were completely disfigured by the powerful energy attacks in the confrontation between two epic heroes. The high-level battle lasted less than ten minutes, and one tenth of Dalaran had already been ruthlessly destroyed.

Antonidas entered the rank of an epic hero more than ten years ago. His understanding of fire and time magic surprised even the mysterious Bronze Dragon. Now, this kind of power that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, It became the archmage's trump card.

Arthas swung Frostmourne crazily. Every time he cut his sword, he could leave a scratch full of dark power on the buildings around Violet Square, and even directly penetrated those buildings. Go, fully unfold the power of death, like a king of death knights who want to cover the sky with black mist, now like a large hedgehog that keeps shooting dark blades in all directions, and seems to be moving fast humanoid demolition machine.

Everywhere he ran was in ruins!

Although it looked like he was attacking, in fact, this guy had been forced into defensive mode from the very beginning, frantically shooting at the dark energy blades in all directions, just to interrupt Antonidas' magic chant.

Only when mortals have truly comprehended the essence of power can they enter the level of epic heroes. Azeroth is so vast, with hundreds of millions of living beings, but there are only twenty or thirty real epic heroes. I have already realized that there is an existence called "Legend" above the ultimate level, but that is just a legend.

Most of Alsace's power comes from the gift of Frostmourne, so he, an epic hero, is actually hydrated. This can be seen from the fact that Kael'thas can draw with him. come out.

So when the King of Death Knights, who has always crushed his opponents with great strength, met the truly waterless epic hero Archmage Antonidas, it was only natural that he would be beaten violently.

When the light yellow light of time magic covered Antonidas' body, Alsace couldn't hurt him at all. Time, this is one of the several mysterious systems known as "the highest realm", when Antonidas When Si's special understanding of time is fully developed, his existence is spread to many timelines.

Only at the same time, in so many timelines, beheaded at the same time, otherwise Antonidas would never die.

Is this something mortals can do?

At least Alsace, whose understanding of the power of death is still in its infancy, can't do this!

The archmage ignored the dark blades shot by Frostmourne at all, and let those dark blades leave wounds on his body that would not ooze blood. He used the bursting to terrible flame magic to wrap Arthas in his body. The outer dark shield faded away little by little.

What's even more frightening is that every time the archmage moves, a phantom of another timeline will be summoned in place. Although it is very similar to the "mirror image" of arcane magic, in fact, the principle of these phantoms is far more than that magic Much more complicated.

Moreover, when these phantoms are gathered together and used as consumables, they can burst out an attack that can threaten Alsace in an instant, and the terrible flame that completely swallows the Violet Tower is the last time Antonidas consumed these phantoms. , The magic power produced exploded.

He said before that he wanted to strangle the existence of Alsace here, it seems that he is not talking big, he has this kind of power!

Alsace doesn't look embarrassed. In fact, apart from orcs and demons, which are races that focus on physical strength, other mortal races can skillfully use energy and integrate energy attacks into ordinary attacks. The basic condition of a hero.

At least before Antonidas exhausted all the energy in Arthas and Frostmourne, it was almost impossible to injure the death knight king's body.

Unless the archmage can also get the infusion of super energy like Dick before, so that his magic power can crush the dark power of Alsace.

But even if it can't hurt the body, Alsace is miserable now. At the level of Antonidas, all magic is almost instantaneous, and fire magic is famous for its high damage. Facing the archmage He can only choose to dodge the ranged magic like the flames of hell thrown out.

The battlefield between the two moved from the interior of the Violet Tower whose ceiling was blown off by Krasus to the square outside the tower. The old mage seemed to have made up his mind this time. To kill Alsace.

But is the king of death knights so easy to kill?

"Hahaha! Antonidas, you have entered my trap! You are the same as your city!...Death!"

The old mage who was casting a spell suddenly frowned, and the light yellow light on his body quickly flowed, causing him to switch places with a timeline phantom he left behind. In the next second, two giant red claws tore apart The space was opened, and the illusion left by the archmage was completely torn apart.

Accompanied by the black space rift suddenly expanding three times, when it disappeared, the leader of Nathrezim, who was more than 4 meters tall, was surrounded by blood mist, and the halo of fear was spread to the strongest state. The mighty Dreadlord, wrapped in red bat wings, like Tichondrius, a large vampire bat, appeared amidst the chaos!

"Tsk tsk, quietly who is this, a mortal who has mastered the mysteries of time, you surrender to the legion, I will mercifully let you go! Even your city!"

Tichondrius scratched his chin with sharp claws, and looked at Antonidas with a malicious expression, but the old mage ignored him at all, but looked behind him.

On the other side of the Violet Square, Antonidas also felt a chill that could freeze the soul. The tired old mage looked back and saw endless tides of frost flowing along the ground, along the buildings, and even Following the air, it spread from the streets behind to the battlefield.

Floating in the air, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, wearing a crown, holding a traveling wooden horse staff, the whole body is covered with pure white bones, locked by six magic chains, the great lich who has a huge amount of magic power, is freezing all the breath In the process, he slapped the Lich Palm, broke through the frozen building, and caught the shivering Dalaran mage hiding in the air.

In its nervous "hehe" laughter, the screaming mage was frozen into an ice sculpture. The archlich put his white claws 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.

"Hehe...My respected Master Teacher, I have returned, with death and despair...I have returned home."

Kel'Thuzad is no longer dreaming, its hollow voice is full of gloom. And Alsace, who was hit by a fiery fireball from the old mage, shook off the black cloak behind him, put Frostmourne on his shoulders, and strode to the side of the old mage, the black mist spread again, covering him behind him. Everything is swallowed up.

The black is death, the red is fear, and the white is frost.

Three forces, four battlefields, the space is still locked, and all ways of life are blocked.

The old mage looked up at the sky that seemed to be far away, and he knew that he had been calculated.

Facing the ambushes of three epic heroes, it was very difficult for him to leave here alive.

Whether it was Tichondrius, Arthas, or even the archlich whose head was not normal, no one rushed forward, not only because of the respect for the old mage, these cunning guys knew that once they mastered Antonidas, who possessed the mysterious power of time, went completely insane, and could definitely kill any of them before he died.

No one wants to die at the dawn of victory.

Instead, it gave the old mage a last moment of time. He put the shiny purple Eye of Dara on the ground, took out his exquisite ebony pipe from his arms, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

The pure tobacco from the Stormwind Kingdom sent a pungent and refreshing fragrance into his nostrils. The old mage squinted his eyes, and in the rising smoke, he seemed to see his past, Medivh, and his youth. Terenas, and himself.

He smiled heartily, threw the pipe in his hand aside, and straightened his crooked black pointed hat for the last time. The next moment, crazy flames and the time of riots erupted on the battlefield where the three parties gathered malice .

The golden light and red flame seemed to pierce the spreading darkness, and seemed to radiate the brightest and last hope in the setting sun when the sun set for the last time.

Dick, who was riding on a panhorn goat, followed the Frostwolf orcs and the heavily armed Stormpike cavalry, was rushing towards the fallen Dalaran. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the giant monster not far away. In the depression, the golden-red light that pierced the sky made his heart tighten violently.

"Accelerate! Accelerate!"

"Get those mages out!"

Dick, whose complexion changed drastically, swung his horsewhip again, and hit the goat that was already running hard.

Behind him, the expressions of Drek'Thar and Marshal Fandral were extremely ugly.

Mighty Dalaran... just fell?

What on earth should they use to resist such a dark force?