"Mages, follow me!"

Flying low in the air, Crassus has reverted back to his dragon form, his real name is Clyostraz, he is the young magic genius of the Red Dragon Legion, and the queen of the red dragons, one of the guardian dragons, Alexstasa, the youngest spouse of the Oath of Life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the years when the dragon army lived behind the scenes of the seclusion of the world, many young dragons like Crassus would take human form and travel in the vast world, but none of them, like Crassus, were full of interest in the mortal world, and no dragon could experience a strange journey like Crassus.

Crassus found many good friends over the course of his long time, and Antonidas was one of them, a wise old mage who gave the young dragon a lot of inspiration, and he even regarded him as a teacher, which was simply unthinkable for a proud dragon.

But Crassus really regards Dalaran as his second home, so he is willing to contribute to it in this critical moment.

Crassus is an adult dragon, after he is truly transformed into a prototype, from beginning to end, it is more than forty or fifty meters long, and the wingspan is all spread out, with a distance of nearly twenty meters, it is a real behemoth, and the five-colored dragon army is a guardian who has been given the responsibility of protecting the world by the Titans, and their magical power, compared to their strong bodies, is not inferior at all.

Crassus is a red dragon, and every breath of the dragon is a red flame full of violent vitality and destruction, like a huge pillar of fire falling from the sky, with the dance of the red dragon, a large number of undead are purged, and when the shadow of the dragon floats across the earth, a way of escape, appears in front of those mages who have suffered heavy casualties.

Archmages Ronin and Landalok led the rescued mages through the water, following the escape path that Crassus had made for them, towards the outside world of Dalaran.

In the recess behind them, Archmage Anslem of the Council of Six was independently supporting a staircase made of frost, a staircase more than thirty meters high, connecting the fallen Dalaran with the ground that had not yet collapsed, building a real lifeline for the surviving mages.

But to maintain such a pure elemental ladder, the amount of mana required was terrifying, and only a top-level mage like Ansrem could hold on for a long time.

It's not that the mages are panicked, they don't know how to build the ladder with those stones, the current Dalaran is almost filled with undead, even the mages with extremely strong combat power don't have so much time to waste, and Dalaran is not only a mage like Luo Ning who is good at fighting, in the final analysis, it is a large organization, and the actual combat effectiveness of most of the personnel is not high, what is really precious to them is the knowledge in their minds.

When Dalaran was in its heyday, it was claimed that there were 1W2,000 mages, but in fact, one-third of them were mage apprentices, and one-third were researchers of this "academic school", and only one-third were good at fighting, and their combat effectiveness was still high and low.

In the face of hundreds of thousands of undead, even if such a mage is exhausted, he can't kill more than these walking corpses!

Of course, in the actual situation, they will definitely not be as embarrassed as they are now, but Arthas and the Great Lich's brains have opened up, and Dalaran has entered a state of embarrassment that he is simply unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Archmage Ronin and Landalok, as well as those who were still in battle, escaped with the wounded and those who were unable to fight, Archmage Ansrem and the others were in charge of maintaining the ladder, and Archmage Derlandon led a group of full-time battle mages who struggled to resist the invasion of the undead while searching for survivors and leading them into the ruins of Dalaran, a place of death.

Luo Ning's face was covered with black ash, and the robes on his body were already dirty, but what was more painful to him than the physical pain was the mental torture, he knew that Dalaran had been destroyed, but if now, like other countries, there was a standing army, even the weakest kind of army, it would not fall into this kind of situation where he could only flee in embarrassment.

As he thought, he used his magic to make a handful of clear water and handed it to the High Elf beauty standing beside him, guarding with a bow, his wife, Winlesa-Windranger.

He met Winlessa during the Second Orc War, when he was nothing more than a calamity and ill-luck mage apprentice, dubbed the "Moving Calamity" by other mages, and was even sent to spy on the reality of the terrifying creature that escaped from Lordaeron under the alias "Lord Presto", who was actually the fallen guardian of the earth, the Black Dragon King Netsario, who called himself Deathwing.

An old mage once teased Luo Ning like this: "The most perfect result is that Deathwing swallows Luo Ning, and then chokes to death, so that we will lose two big troubles at once!"

But in the midst of the changes in the world, Ronin got acquainted with Winlessa and the Hammer Dwarf Furstad, and after a series of difficult and fortunate journeys, Ronin miraculously rescued the Red Dragon Queen who was imprisoned by the Dragonthroat Clan.

But Luo Ning knew that he was not actually a magical genius, all he had was diligence, but in the face of the current situation in Dalaran, his diligence could not help him in any way.

Wen Lesa pursed her lips, took the water handed over by her husband, and wiped her face that was also black, when the little sister of the Windranger family washed her face, she was simply an elf girl who resembled Sylvanas, of course, compared to Sylvanas, her face was less mature, but more free.

"Ronin, my husband... Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault!"

Wen Lesa stretched out his hand to hold Ronin's cold hand, the archmage looked at his beloved wife, smiled hard, he was about to say something, and then he heard a wail that resounded through the earth, Ronin and Wen Lesa looked at the sky, and Crassus, who was flying low, was attacked!

It was a giant beetle that suddenly burst out of the ground, and its 6-meter-tall body gave it the power to challenge the dragon!

Anubrak, King of Eldraine Nirub of the Northrend Spider Empire, the most powerful Crypt Lord, and while he was still alive, the Dragon... It's also its food!

The Crypt Lord's thick four pillar-like legs gave it unimaginable strength, and it jumped up from the ground, hideous, sickle-like recurves, and cone-shaped claws with amazing lethality, and stabbed into Crassus's wings fiercely, and the dragon soaring in the sky was stripped of its flying power.

This was not the end, as Crassus fell to the ground in disarray, overwhelming countless undead, Anubarak lowered his head like a charging tank, aimed the blade above his head at the dragon struggling to get up from the ground, and then slammed into Crassus's chest.

"Bang!"

The young dragon had no experience in fighting the Crypt Lords at all, just like those prey preyed on by the Anubarak, pierced through the neck and shattered the sternum by the sharp spikes on the top of the Crypt Lord's head, but with the dragon's life force, it did not die so easily.

The pierced wings have lost the ability to float in the air, but the dragon that has fallen to the ground has lost the capital to fight against the Crypt Lord, but Crassus does not intend to surrender like this, he has learned courage and wisdom in human society, and the aggressiveness from the dragon's blood has also aroused its ferocity.

Crassus folded his wings, his thick claws and long whip-like tail swayed, and he and Ranubarak, who had entered the predator state, engaged in a confrontation and a terrible fight among the undead.

The strongest Crypt Lord, and a wounded adult dragon, every impact and bite of them can make the ground crack, the Crypt Lord's scream, the roar of the red dragon that resounded through the sky, the boulder lifted by Anubrak, the flames spit out by the red dragon, this is like a mythical scene in the eyes of the mages.

But the mages didn't stay around for long, because their trouble came!

Without Crassus's suppression in the sky, the mages were in a very awkward situation, where they were now happened to be the center of hundreds of thousands of undead, Ronin and Landalok stood on the heights, shouting loudly, allowing those who still had power to form a porous defense.

In the face of the undead, walking corpses, ghouls and abominations slowly surrounding from all directions, as well as those cursed mages who were smiling darkly, every mage in the line couldn't help but clench their staffs.

Without Ronin's command, all kinds of magic, ice, fire, arcane, poisonous mist, curse, thunder, etc., the tide of magic that these elemental energies converged swept through the surrounding necromancy, forcing them back.

But before 10 seconds, another wave of offensive appeared, and the low-level undead, under the command of the scattered death knights and cursed mages, rushed to the defensive line formed by the extremely tired mages in waves.

Luo Ning and the mages raised their eyes, in all directions, there was a black torrent that could not be seen at a glance, at this moment, even Luo Ning and Wen Leisa, who had really seen the big scene, lost the hope in their hearts little by little.

Without the heavily armored soldiers in front of them, no matter how strong the firepower of the mages was, there was no way to stop the approach of the undead.

They were trading what little magic they had left for the last bit of time.

The most terrible thing is the blockade of space, and the loss of portals and teleportations, which are the big killers of escape, can only leave these mages with despair!

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes!

After fifteen minutes of perseverance, Crassus was covered in bruises, and the young dragon was completely desperate in the face of the thick carapace that the Crypt Lord could not penetrate, and there was no hope in its yellow snake eyes.

The mages on the other side were the same, fifteen minutes of magic frenzy, they almost killed nearly 10,000 undead, but this could not reverse their final defeat.

Luo Ning and Wen Leisa, whose magic power has been exhausted, are holding together, and this pair of bitter mandarin ducks are already planning to face their final fate peacefully.

Luo Ning looked at the sky for the last time, the panicked day, the sunset filled the sky, and the sky was like the most faithful recorder, wanting to record everything that happened on this land every day in time.

"Great sunshine... If you could... Please let me live in those memories forever... If I could..."

Winlesa, whose abdomen was cut by the death knight who rushed into the defense line, lay down in Ronin's arms with her eyes closed in pain, and began to sing the sad ballad of the High Elves, and the mages who made a roar like wolves that had been cornered, those mages who did not want to be humbled even held their staffs high and rushed out like warriors.

On the battlefield of death and blood, this sad and tactful ballad made all this so miserable, but at this moment, Luo Ning suddenly felt that the temperature of the sun dissipated.

He looked up blankly, and saw the shadows that pierced the sky, the flying shadows that blocked the sun, that's... That's a griffin... Griffins of the dwarves!

In Ronin's magically modified eyes, he could clearly see those heavily armored griffins, carrying dwarves, humans, and even elves!

They streaked across the battlefield, as if looking for something!

A surge of excitement welled up in Luo Ning's heart, he knew, he knew what those flying soldiers were looking for!

He knelt on the ground, holding Wenlesa in his arms, holding his staff high, and with the last of his magic power, he shot a red magic firework into the sky.

"Bang!"

Fireworks are on!

The hovering griffons immediately changed the direction of their flight, flying over the heads of the mages of Ronin, and engineering bombs fell into the undead crowd that was approaching the collapsed mage front.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The flames that erupted from the ground blew a blazing, scorching wind through the mages who were as dazed as Ronin.

Watching the flames burst open, Dick handed the Silver Hand's banner to Liadline, holding the horn around his waist to his lips.

"Woooooooooooo

The heavy, amplified horn blessed by the High Elves instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

Dick held the flame of justice aloft, the aura of holiness burst on all the warriors, behind him, the paladins of the Camp of the Cold Wind stood solemnly, the tall orcs rode on the restless wolves, the brave warriors were eager to join the battle, the dwarves were flying the banners of Ironforge on the steam tanks, and the High Elves were ready to teach the undead a profound lesson as punishment for their invasion of Quel'Thalas.

In front of their eyes, the spirits of the undead with teeth and claws are pouring in like a tide, and on the battlefield that is not far away, there are compatriots who are also alive, waiting for them to come to the rescue.

At this moment, the line between life and death, light and darkness has never been clearer. This is the beginning of the struggle, but it is far from the end, no one can trample on the dignity of life so easily, and no monster can go unpunished after doing such evil deeds.

Dick looked indifferently at the darkness in front of him, like the darkness of an invincible abyss, and his heart did not fluctuate.

If this weak world can't give them a fair sanction, then let me come!

"Warriors of the North! For our departed compatriots, for the hatred we carry, for this trampled land!"

"Charge !!"