Dalaran has fallen!

This is not a symbolic sentence, in fact, it is a fact. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the originally fertile Great Plains of Dalaran, a terrifying depression, like a wound in this land, appeared in the original location of Dalaran, and Lake Lordamir finally had to choose a diversion in the face of the Scourge Army's strength enough to change the world, and completely submerged Dalaran who fell under the ground.

Where is the original glory of this glorious city of mages?

In the waist-deep icy lake, the mages who can't use space spells, and the undead who are constantly pouring into the city, are fighting to the death, every minute, the fresh life is dying, and every minute, this already terrible environment will become more dangerous.

Especially when Arthas's spider demon forces began to sneak attack from the deep water, the defense line that the mages had barely built with a lot of effort collapsed almost instantly.

Archmage Landalok, a noble mage with half elven blood, still has the slightest decency to speak of, holding a staff stained with stinking blood in one hand and an activated magic scroll in the other.

He inherited the excellent vision from his mother's side, and was shuttling back and forth in the chaotic water battlefield, and the mages around him consciously stood by his side, using all kinds of spells to delay the approach of those tireless and hideous undead.

Of course, there are also cowards who try to escape from the water that has been turned into a hellish killing field, but in the current chaos of Dalaran, leaving alone, unless it is the Council of Six or the highest level of battle mage, the chance of survival is negligible.

Just when Landalok's eyes were a little sour, a faint magic fluctuation suddenly came out from the water not far away, and the half-elf archmage's face changed, and he threw the scroll in his hand towards that place with a flick of his hand.

"Die, demon!"

The next moment, a dark, disgusting compound eye spider demon, just came out of the water, and hit the scroll of the "Arcane Storm" thrown by Landallock head-on, purple, chaotic, and powerful arcane storm exploded above the spider demon's head, and in just a few seconds, the extremely tearing chaotic magic storm tore apart its small half of its body.

Landaloc took another scroll from the other mages with difficulty, and a group of people began to move to other places, ordinary walking corpses or ghouls, not much of a threat to the assembled mages, but after the appearance of spider demons, it was difficult for ordinary mages to detect these "underground killers".

Therefore, these few mages whose perception is far beyond ordinary people have been concentrated by Landallok to hunt down these vicious spider demons, and their team is also currently entrenched on the second floor of the Magic Tavern, treating the wounded and sending scouts to contact other surviving mages.

In this kind of unnamed situation, any mage who still has reason knows that rushing out rashly will only be surrounded by the hundreds of thousands of undead souls, and he must find a way to contact the other surviving brothers, and only when his own strength is getting stronger and stronger can he hold the group alive.

"Let's go, brothers, let's go save the others!"

Landaloc was a loud motivator to the weary mages, and that was the only motivation for them to persevere. And just when the mages were saving themselves with amazing efficiency, in Violet Tower Square, a crazy battle was also going on.

The center of Dalaran, the Violet Tower and the nearby Mage Tower, have been wrapped in soaring flames, and the originally gorgeous streets have also been completely attacked by the imposing energy in the confrontation between the two epic heroes, and this high-level battle has only lasted less than ten minutes, and one out of ten Dalaran has been ruthlessly destroyed.

Antonidas had entered the rank of epic hero more than ten years ago, and his understanding of fire and time magic surprised even the mysterious bronze dragon, and now, this power that is incomprehensible to ordinary people has become the killer weapon of the archmage.

Arthas wielded the Frost Sorrow like a frenzy, and every sword slashed out could leave a scratch full of dark power on the buildings around Violet Square, and even directly pierced through those buildings, looking from a distance, the power of death was fully unfolded, like a mass of black mist that wanted to cover the sky, and now it was like a large hedgehog that constantly shot dark blades in all directions, and it was like a fast-moving humanoid demolition machine.

Everywhere he ran, it was in ruins!

Although it looks like he is attacking, in fact, this guy has been forced into defensive mode from the beginning, and he is frantically shooting dark energy blades in all directions, just to interrupt Antonidas's magic chanting.

Only mortals can truly comprehend the essence of power enter the level of epic heroes, Azeroth is so vast, there are no less than hundreds of millions of creatures, but the real epic heroes are only twenty or thirty, legend has it that on this level of power has been comprehended to the extreme, there is also an existence called "legend", but that is just a legend.

Most of Arthas's power comes from the gift of Frost Sorrow, so he, an epic hero, actually has water, which can be seen from the fact that Kael'thas can draw with him.

So when the King of the Death Knights, who has always crushed his opponents with great strength, meets the truly waterless epic hero Archmage Antonidas, it is only natural that he will be beaten up.

When the pale yellow light of time magic covered Antonidas's body, Arthas couldn't hurt him at all, time, which is one of several mysterious systems known as the "Supreme Realm", when Antonidas's special understanding of time was fully developed, his existence was spread to many timelines.

Only at the same time, in so many timelines, kill them at the same time, otherwise Antonidas will never die.

Is this something that mortals can do?

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

The archmage ignored the dark blades shot out by Frostmourn, allowing the dark blades to leave bloodless wounds on his body, so that he could use the terrifying fire magic to explode the dark shield that enveloped Arthas's body bit by bit.

What's even more terrifying is that every movement of the archmage will summon an illusion from another timeline in place, although it is very similar to the "mirror magic" of arcane magic, but in fact, the principle of these illusions is far more complex than that magic.

Moreover, when these illusions are gathered together and used as consumables, they can burst out in an instant with an attack that is enough to threaten Arthas, completely engulfing the Violet Tower, which is the last time Antonidas consumed these illusions, and the magic explosion he created.

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

Arthas's appearance is not embarrassed, in fact, except for the orcs and demons, which themselves focus on physical strength, other mortal races can skillfully use energy and integrate energy attacks into ordinary attacks, which is the basic condition for becoming a hero.

At least until Antonidas has used up all the energy in Arthas and Frostmourn, it will be almost impossible to harm the body of the Death Knight King.

Unless the archmage can also get a super-large energy infusion like Dick did before, so that his magic can have a crushing effect on the dark power of Arthas.

But even if he can't hurt his body, Arthas is miserable now, at the level of Antonidas, all magic is almost instantaneous, and fire magic is notoriously high damage, and in the face of the range magic such as the hell flame thrown by the archmage, he can only choose to dodge.

The battlefield between the two of them was transferred from the inside of the Violet Tower, which had been lifted off the roof by Crassus, all the way to the square outside the tower, and the old mage seemed to have made up his mind this time, even if he destroyed Dalaran with his own hands, he would also kill Arthas.

But is the King of the Death Knight that easy to kill?

"Hahaha! Antonidas, you've fallen into my trap! You're the same as your city... It's dead!"

The old mage, who was casting spells quickly, suddenly frowned, and the pale yellow light on his body quickly flowed, allowing him to swap places with a timeline illusion he had left behind, and in the next second, two crimson giant claws tore through the space, completely tearing apart the illusion that the archmage had left in place.

With the black spatial rift, it suddenly expanded three times, and when it disappeared, the leader of Nasrezm, who was more than 4 meters tall and had a bloody mist all over his body, and the fear aura was spread to the strongest state, the strongest Dread Demon King, wrapped his body with red bat wings, like a large vampire bat, Tikdios, appeared in the chaos!

"Tsk, who is this, a mortal who has mastered the mysteries of time, you surrender to the legion, I will mercifully spare you!

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

On the other side of Violet Square, Antonidas also felt a cold that could freeze his soul, and the old mage, who was already a little tired, turned his head and saw an endless tide of frost, along the ground, along the buildings, and even along the air, from the streets behind him, to the battlefield.

Floating in the air, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, wearing a crown, holding a journey Trojan horse staff, his whole body was covered with pure white bones, and the great lich who was locked with a huge amount of magic power by six magical chains, in the breath that froze everything, he easily hit the lich palm, broke through the frozen building, and grabbed the trembling mage Dalaran hiding in the air.

In its nervous "hehe" laughter, the screaming mage was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the Great Lich placed his white claws on the ice sculpture, and with a slight twitch, the pale green soul fell into its hands, and the ice sculpture burst open, turning into a sky of stars.

"Hehe... My esteemed Mentor, I am back, with death and despair... I'm home. ”

Kel'thugad no longer dreamed, and its hollow voice was full of gloom. Arthas, who was knocked away by an explosive fireball from the old mage, shook off the black skull behind him, put Frost Grief on his shoulder, and strode to the old mage's side, and the black mist unfolded again, engulfing everything behind him.

Black is death, red is fear, and white is frost.

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

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

Faced with the ambush of three epic heroes, it was already difficult for him to get out of here alive.

Whether it was Tikdios, Arthas, or even the Great Lich who was already in his head, no one rushed forward, not only because of respect for the old mage, but also because these cunning fellows knew that once Antonidas, who had mastered the mysterious power of time, went completely insane, he could definitely spell out any of them before he died.

No one wants to die at the dawn of victory.

This gave the old mage one last moment, and he put his purple glowing eyes of dallage on the ground, took his delicate ebony pipe from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

Pure tobacco from the Stormwind Kingdom sent a spicy and fragrant scent into his nostrils, and the old mage squinted, and in the rising smoke, he seemed to see his past, to see Medivan, to see Tyrenus in his youth, and to himself.

He smiled heartily, tossed the pipe in his hand aside, straightened his crooked black sharp-horned hat one last time, and the next moment, the time of crazy flames and riots erupted on the battlefield where the three parties maliciously converged.

The golden light and red flame seemed to pierce the spreading darkness, and seemed to shine the brightest and last hope in the sunset where the sun set for the last time.

Dick, who was riding on the Horned Goat, following the frostwolf orcs and heavily armed thunderspear cavalry, rushing towards the fallen Dalaran, suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden red light that pierced the sky in the huge depression not far away, and his heart tightened suddenly.

"Speed! Speed!"

"Get those mages out!"

Dick's complexion changed dramatically, and he swung his whip and struck the goat once again, which was already running as hard as he could.

Behind him, the faces of Marshal Drektaal and Marshal Vandal were already hard to see.

Mighty Dalaran... Just fell?

They... What should be used to resist such dark forces?