Stormwind God

More than 200,000 people, together with the soldiers of the Kul Tiras fleet anxiously waiting for the results of the war, all of them looked up subconsciously, and then their eyes widened.

That round rose up, and finally lonely in the dark sky, it made the entire Queldanas island, no, it almost made the whole earth resonate with it, shaking slightly.

It was as if the end was coming.

Duke fangs, and although he knew that Kel'Thuzad would be resurrected by the Sunwell, he felt as if he had seen the same scene before the bright blind magic blockbusters.

Under the black sun, the huge abutment of the sun well rose.

The next scene brought the ultimate horror to Sylvanas and her compatriots. They saw Arthas walking with a few figures to the pool of energy that allowed the glory of the high elven race to last for thousands of years.

Next to the most powerful death knight, a real, a translucent, two figures waiting for the death knight, Sylvanas recognized the guy Dalkan Delahill at a glance.

It was he who betrayed Quel'Thalas first.

Then the Sun King who is not in the right position ...

Darcan's well-maintained hands had even more blood on his hands than Arthas.

Fury swelled in Sylvanas' body. If it wasn't for Duke who raised her hand to stop her, maybe she had rushed into her head.

too late!

There is a huge space barrier on the Sunwell Heights. What you see now cannot be reached in a straight line. Without entering from the main entrance of Sunwell Heights, you will never be able to reach the front of Sunwell.

The golden light reflection of the sun well that has not been completely polluted on Arthas's face softens his features, and even has a kind of artificial warmth.

Immediately afterwards, everyone noticed that Alsace had already inserted the infamous [Sorrow of Frost] into the altar of the Sunwell, and the golden energy overflowing the Sunwell was quickly polluted, and then led back in turn Inside the sun well.

Arthas poked at Duke as if demonstrating, then snapped his fingers smartly.

Darkan knew it at the time. He turned a carved ashes back into the water, and the contents were poured into the water. The light changed immediately, pulsating, spinning, and appeared in the center of the fading magic light vortex.

It was a twisted shadow.

Recognizable from the thin, skeletal shadow, it was the thin spirit of a Lich.

The polluted Sunwell tumbled with black liquid, and began to cling to the dirty soul who stepped into the Sunwell.

At this moment of "no", many high elves cried, and they watched in despair as the polluted magic spread on the evil shadow. They bit their lips and could only pray that a miracle would happen.

At this time the whole island shook again,

The shadows of two withered arms comparable to towering giant trees stretched from the polluted sun well to the sky and held the black sun in the sky. Although Duke was already mentally prepared for this, he had already made up his mind to take advantage of the fisherman He was still stunned at this moment.

The huge shadow on the back of the hand took the entire black sun into his arms. I saw the filthy sun shrinking and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more concentrated, and finally immersed in the evil figure standing in the black well water.

Kel'Thuzad's figure finally broke the boundary between soul and entity, and returned to this world of Azeroth.

It was a horned skeleton with an evil smile, its flames were flaming, and a snake-like chain was wrapped around its body. The purple vestment flew with his every move.

Kel'Thuzad laughed, "As the Lord Lich King promised, I was born again! He gave me real eternal life!"

Sylvanas, Lor'themar, Hadullon, and Liadrin, each High Elf looked at Kel'Thuzad with incredible eyes.

Is everything just for this?

All the slaughter, torture, terror, just to resurrect a Lich?

The precious sun well that is at stake for the fate of a family is contaminated and smeared, and the way of life that has lasted for thousands of years has been ruined.

Just for this?

What a joke! ?

Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted at the loudest she could: "Offense"

Each high elf stared at the giggling big Lich with angry eyes, and the only thing that could give them a little comfort was that this Lich that killed the thousand swords was destroyed again.

And the darkan who betrayed his compatriots and congratulated the new owner on the Sunwell as a gift. Only by smashing his body and throwing his soul into **** and roasting for millions of years can they vent them Hate of my heart!

To the west, the Alliance's army was also charged under the leadership of Mograine.

However, Duke, who was at the core of the Alliance and the High Elves, stopped and sat down slowly.

"Duke, what's wrong with you?"

Duke didn't need to look up to know that the private maid Vanessa was here, and smiled bitterly: "No! It is the continuous use of the magic of the Sunwell tributary, and the burden on the body is still too great."

"Duke, are you okay?"

"Have the coach been injured?"

Immediately following were Jaina and Abidis, one flashed over and the other rushed to the horse.

"It's no big deal, let Mograine go first. However, I don't think Arthas will fight with us." Duke was holding his chest, breathing a little shortly.

Jaina noticed that between Duke's breath, the exhaled air had much higher fever than ordinary people, which was almost a steam-level breath.

Duke guessed right!

Although Alsace was strong, he never thought that he would fight against the main force of the league when his losses were exhausted. The undead legions brought this time were all directly transmitted by the power of the Sunwell Magic Branch. At the moment when the Sunwell was polluted, the stability of the branch vein energy naturally disappeared, and there was no way to continue to supply troops.

After playing for so long, the Alliance and the Plague Legion knew each other, because of the problems of the strength of the soul and the degree of degeneration, the combat power of the newly admitted undead was always limited.

Scourge Corps can support the war, but to become the true strong among the undead, it still takes a lot of time to train and adjust.

Alsace's retreat became inevitable.

Sure enough, I heard Alsace's laughter over there: "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! This time, it's my victory! I'm curious if we have the courage when we lift the final hole card. Stand in front of us! "

A huge space portal appeared under Kel'Thuzad's spells.

It takes time for the army to kill the past.

In this way, a possible battle ended.

This is not regrettable, because Arthas and Duke wanted everything.