Since Quel'Salas had officially announced his membership in the Confederation against the undead, this time, Da Sohan, Ethanlien, and General Abydis, all put aside their affairs and came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Dalaran's Master Antonidas even stepped in personally, and Alterac, the Hammer Dwarves, and even Gilneys, who had begun to close off the country, sent a grand delegation.

Now that Quel'Thalas has successfully thwarted the undead invasion and the situation in Sidaronmir has stabilized, almost everyone has seen the end of the "Scourge of the Dead", and they sincerely hope that after Quel'Thalas joins, order in the north can be restored to normal as soon as possible.

But only Dick knew that it was impossible.

Although he persuaded Avena at the last minute, Dick estimated that Kel'thugad's "ascension ritual" had actually been completed, and with the help of the cunning Great Lich, Arthas would not have died so easily in the collapse of the Sunwell, and they must now be hiding somewhere, planning a sinister plot.

And Dick knows that this undead invasion is actually just the prelude to the "rule of chaos" in the next 20 years of Azeroth, compared to the thrilling events that happened in the next 20 years, the undead invasion is really not on the list, in the final analysis, this is only a small regional incident that happened in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, and it does not involve the change of the fate of the world at all.

The demons are ready to go, the second invasion of Azeroth is about to begin, and Kalimdor in the Western Continent, ruled by the mysterious Kadore Night Elves, will slowly unveil itself, the orcs who withdrew from the human horizon last year, the ancient minotaurs, the ruthless trolls, the cunning goblins, and even the visitors from the outer lands who descended from the sky, the guardian dragons and their dragon legions that have re-entered the world stage, the dark ancient gods born from Azeroth to the present, and so on.

Any one of them is much more difficult to deal with than an appetizer like the invasion of the undead, and every time Dick thinks that the magnificent 20 years are about to begin, and every time he thinks that he will see those who stand on the cusp of the tide, those heroes who have left their mark on history, he has a kind of shiver from the bottom of his heart.

That's not fear, it's excitement! That's the joy of longing for a higher stage! That's the ambition of longing for more victories!

If there is a mission, Dick believes that these 20 years will be his mission!

Stimulated by this emotion, Dick drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, and he looked at Miss Gianna, who was resting her head on his shoulder, and his arm slid to the waist of Miss Gianna, holding her firmly to his side.

There is also the person you like, beautiful love, all of which are pursued by yourself!

Dick has never looked forward to the future as he does now!

Although he knew that the future, for him, would mean more adventures, more deaths! But he didn't care, after the bloody battle of Quel'Thalas, Dick's heroism had been completely aroused.

In the stands, the great star sorcerer Solan Lian took the crown of the Sun King from the hand of the archmage Rothman, and trembled and placed it on the top of Kael'thas's head, while Sylvanas took the "pride of the sun chaser", a symbol of royal power, from Haduron's hand, knelt down on one knee and held it high.

The leaders of these Sindore elves showed their support for Kael'thas with their actions, and His Royal Highness the Prince's eyes were clear, he took a deep breath, grasped the hilt of the pride of the Sunseeker, and raised it high, at this moment, the elemental phoenix lying on Kael'thais's shoulder also let out a cry, it spread its wings, and flew around Kael'thas, the Sun King, twice.

Ao's body suddenly became larger, like the phoenix god in Dick's memory, it was behind Kael'thas, the brilliant colorful light of the flames, firmly protecting Kael'thas, at this moment, Kael'thas was like the god of fire who descended on the world.

At this moment, under the spells of the Silver Moon Mages, countless bright red maple leaves fell from the sky. The elven civilians who had been fortunate enough to attend the coronation fell to their knees, Antonidas bowed down in salute, and the other guests bent down, as did Dick and Gianna, and at this moment, in the cry of the phoenix, the High Elves who had changed their name to Sindore finally had their own king again.

"Drop..."The Sunset of the Phoenix Dynasty" is complete!"

"Drop... The large-scale mission "The Pause of the Wheel of History" has been completed!

"Reviews-omitted"

"Reward: +30 for all stats"

"The evaluation is complete, the current world twist is -19%, and the new template - Followers is opened!

"Drop... The lord rank has been reached!

"Boom!"

Dick, who had just straightened up, heard a series of prompts in his head, and then an unfamiliar force exploded in his body, making his eyes black and his whole body sour.

"Anna... Take me... Take me to a place where no one is... Quick..."

Before he finished speaking, Dick's eyes rolled and he passed out, but Miss Gianna was also a person who had experienced a big scene, she struggled to hold Dick's body, and when everyone was not aware, a small portal appeared behind the two people, and the eldest lady dragged Dick and walked into the portal step by step.

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The North Sea, which is an icy sea, is inaccessible and few ships choose to pass through it due to the low temperature and harsh environment.

The edge of the Sidaron Mill region, surrounded by a circle of peaks, behind which is the icy waters lapping against the black cliffs, is too inhospitable for any life.

Arthas was holding his body with Frost Grief, and it was clear that the Death Knight King was not in good shape, and it was difficult for him to escape the disaster of the collapse of the Sunwell when Dick was seriously injured by the Sun's Essence-infused state, and was beaten by the furious Kael'thas with only half a life.

But just as Dick had expected, Kel'thugad's lich ascension ritual had already been completed, but the cunning lich had been hiding in the second plane until the moment before the sunwell detonated, and then he appeared and rushed out of that danger with Arthas.

In fact, Kel'thugad would not have saved Arthas at all without the Lich King's orders, and the cunning mage had been, and still is, acting in his own best interests.

Now, the Ascended Great Lich is floating on the shores not far from Arthas, and his appearance is very different from before.

It was a picture of white bones, white bones made up his body, each bone was engraved with powerful magic patterns, and beyond the white bones, six golden rune chains floated in the air, making complex movements around its bony body, which was the chain that the lich used to imprison its own powerful mana, and it was also necessary to maintain its physical existence.

Outside of the body of bones, Kel'thugad wore a purple ornate robe, which was not the same as the usual robe, this robe was gorgeous and almost extravagant, the robe was divided into four petals, each of which was inlaid with diamond-shaped gemstones, and judging from the texture, it was definitely a powerful magical item.

His white bones, crowned with a certain crown of purple gems, are also a rare magical item, and the lich is dressed in this way, supposedly to highlight their disdain for the world and their quest for power.

On the white bone claws, there are three dark magic rings, and there is also a crimson horse-head staff in his hand.

This is a moving treasure trove!

Lichs don't have vocal cords, they don't need that to speak, and it couldn't be easier for a lich with at least 3 times more mana than the average archmage to simulate a voice with magic.

"Arthas, I think you should check this out!"

After Kel'thugad became a lich, his cold voice turned ethereal, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything, but only... Only the black and white kitten lying in its other bony paw, yes, it is unbelievable, but it is indeed a living kitten, and Kel'thugad is unusually gentle with it, and this kitten is also very attached to the owner of the monster.

Mr. Bigworth, the most famous kitten in Azeroth's history, is said to be the last trace of kindness in Kel'thugad's soul, Dick didn't know if this rumor was true or not, but the lich cared for the kitten, and it was true.

In order to let the kitten live healthily, it even did not hesitate to open several ventilation pipes in the undead natural disaster weapon of war - natural disaster floating city, of course, this also laid the groundwork for its demise.

Hearing Kel'thugad's words, Arthas looked up at the image projected into the air by the Great Lich.

It was a hard piece of ice, and it could be seen that in it, a trace of gray aura was wandering, that was the body of the Lich King, the former orc great shaman, who destroyed the soul of a planet's powerful warlock Naozu.

"Arthas, my sword, the demons are getting impatient, especially after the failure of the operation to capture the Sunwell, Akmund is no longer following Kil'Gardan's plans, this reckless fellow is ready to do it, our chance has come! I need you and Kel'thugad to help Akmund come into this world, this will be our first step towards freedom!"

Arthas pondered for a moment and nodded,

"Yes, my master, but where should we go? As far as I know, for a great demon like Akmund to enter the world, a powerful source of magic is needed, and the sunwell has been destroyed, and we..."

"Let's go to Dalaran!"

Kel'thugad interrupted Arthas's question with a smile, and he looked reservedly at the Lich King in the picture, two undead fires flickering in his white skull,

"Master, I already know your plans, and I know where the Book of Medivan and the Eye of Dalaran are stored, and we will fulfill your request!"

Nao Zu in the picture was silent for a few seconds, and his old voice came into the thoughts of the two subordinates,

"Very well, Arthas, Kel'thugad, the capture of Dalaran is a difficult task, therefore, I will send Anubarak and Malogar to help you, and those nasty Nasrezm will also come with you, remember, do not let the demons detect our movements, my servants, soon, we will get everything we want!"

The icy tide repeatedly laps the shore, where evil plots are plotted, and where the source of evil is revived, but no one knows the secret of evil, until this poison ivy blooms into poisonous flowers, everything begins with fate, and everything will return to fate.

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In the far south, in the Iron Forge, a dwarven city located in Danmoro in the Great Snow Mountain, in the Great Forge, a top-level forge that directly extracts underground magma as the source of forging, the Copperbeard Dwarven King, Magni Copperbeard, is bare-chested, holding a black forging hammer, hammering the blade of the long sword in front of him.

The news of the death of his younger brother, the dwarven prince Muradin Copperbeard, was reported back to Ironforge a month ago, and His Royal Highness poured all his anger and sorrow into the artifact in front of him, he longed for revenge, but as a king, he could not take revenge himself, but the hatred for Arthas and the undead made Magni, the top master blacksmith, glow with unimaginable power.

He hammered for a whole month, used up most of the precious metals treasured in the Iron Fort for 300 years, and finally let the gem known as the "Ash Messenger" perfectly integrated into the sword body, he had a hunch that this sword would become the most powerful weapon against the undead, and it would complete the revenge of the Copperbeard Royal Family!

As Magni put the finishing touches on Excalibur, under the broken mage tower of the Headwind Trail farther south in the Stormwind Kingdom, Grand Knight Alessandro was looking nervously at the closed wooden door in front of him.

His comrade-in-arms, his good brother Uther, the Lightbringer, was among them, in contact with the magic sword that was more evil than Frostmourn.

The Grand Knight wondered countless times if he was crazy enough to choose such a way to save Uther's soul, but as Dick said, it was almost the only way.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and Alessandro looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure who walked out of it, and the blood-red ** sword that was carried behind him, his throat was unusually dry.

"Uther... You..."

"I'm fine... Alessandro, my good brother, I've never had a better time than I have now, let's go to Alsace to settle scores, I can't wait... Also, can you restrain your damn light, that thing makes me uncomfortable..."

"Well... Well..."