Dalaran, the Magic City, a beautiful city completely covered in violet and blue-and-white colors, it sits on the southern shore of Lake Lordammere, and at the foot of the Alterac Mountains, a fertile plain surrounded by vast forests of silver pines. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the magical country of the Seven Nations Alliance of Mankind, to be precise, Dalaran is not only the name of this city, but also the name of this small country, which is probably the smallest country in the world, and its overall area is not even as large as a large area of the Lordaeron Kingdom.

Its population is only 10W people, but it is worth noting that 1W2,000 of them are mages, which is enough to make it one of the strongest human countries.

Dalaran is different from other countries, it is not ruled by a king, but by Dalaran's mage organization Kenrito rule, don't expect the mages to take care of state affairs, after all, ten mages and nine houses, so Dalaran's domestic political system is very chaotic, and there is almost no ruling class.

This has also created the citizens of Dalaran, all of whom have a very free mind, although they also keep to themselves, but in the eyes of the civilians and officials of other countries, the citizens of Dalaran are a group of fanatics who love fantasy.

But now, even the freest of the people of Dalaran don't have the time and energy to think about anything else, since three days ago, there have been mages who have organized the transfer of citizens to the hills of Hillsbrad and the Arathi Highlands, and a small group of adventurous people have boarded the immigration ship organized by the eldest princess of Lordaeron, Kalia Minahir, to migrate to the strange and mysterious Kalimdor.

This is the thought of civilians in any world, but under the threat of impending war and death, no one will be stupid to die here.

Especially yesterday afternoon, after the meteorite that streaked through the air and landed on the border of Dalaran and turned into a giant hellfire demon, destroying four villages, even the most stubborn people have begun to pack their bags and prepare to flee the country.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this meteorite may be a sign of war, or a bell of destruction, but in the eyes of mages, this is clearly an ultra-high-level offensive magic, because it is not cast on Dalaran himself, so even Antonidas and the Council of Six did not predict the movement of magic in advance.

In other words, Dalaran has suffered from the plague of pond fish.

And worst of all, the meteorite smashed right on the magic node of Dalaran's outer defensive barrier, and when the battle mages took out the hellfire giant who was ramming around, they saw the opportunity, and Arthas, who had been eyeing the lake around Lordamere, seized the opportunity and swung into the Dalaran Plains.

The Council of Kenrito, the Council of Six, or the Violet Council, the first barrier that mages considered foolproof, was thus eliminated.

The situation is exactly the same as Quel'Salas's situation now, if not worse!

No matter how bad Quel'Thalas is, his real strength is far stronger than that of Dalaran, don't forget, the number of mages of the High Elves can easily break through the 10W mark, and it is precisely because of the sufficient mage pressure that Quel'Salas can still press the undead on the southern front of Quel'Thalas when he is attacked on both sides.

But the current Dalaran does not have this strength, they themselves are a pure mage organization, not to mention the Phoenix Dynasty, there are two standing elite military forces, so after Arthas waved his army into the Dalaran Plain, it only took less than 3 hours, and the black pressure reached the sea of undead in the sky, and the entire Dalaran was surrounded.

What's worse is that with the presence of the Great Lich Kel'thugad, the space around Dalaran was sealed off at the first time, don't underestimate the strength of a great lich, the huge amount of magic in its body is enough to completely cover the entire city.

Not to mention, the army of the undead who arrived this time was not purely undead.

Antonidas withdrew the palm he had placed on the Eye of Dalaran, and the investigation just now made the old mage's depression even deeper, because he had also found a lot of demons among the undead.

Although he was very confident in the double mana enchantment of Dalaran City, when he really saw this terrifying army, Antonidas couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, yesterday, he had sent most of his mage apprentices to the Magicians Guild of the Stormwind Kingdom, entrusting his old friends to help take care of it, otherwise if there was a real war, I am afraid...

"Archmage, the undead are beginning to attack the city! Do you want to activate the energy of the Eye of Dalaran?"

A familiar voice, in the form of mental fluctuations, entered Antonidas's mind, and the archmage paused for a moment, then nodded, took off the violet emblem on his chest, and placed it in the circle of the Eye of Dalaran in front of him.

This is a purple sphere floating in the air half a human height, the outer layer is all pure magic energy gathered together, the center is a purple, candelabra-like staff, the top of the staff is a small platform, three faint rays of light dotted in it, and two purple ribbons hanging on both sides of the staff, the platform at the top of the staff, floating mana illusion, like a purple eye, therefore, this thing is called the "Eye of Dalaran" by the first generation of mages.

Even the illusion of purple eyes was used by the first generation of mages as the national emblem and symbol of Dalaran.

This staff is surging with huge energy, and what is more terrible, it has a will of its own, and Antonidas can feel that the reason why this staff is still safe in Dalaran is to wait for its fate to come.

But that didn't stop daring mages from using it as a functional item for Dalaran's Double Magical Enchantment, and the staff didn't show resistance.

Antonidas's badge was placed in the magic circle under the eye of Dalaran, and the next moment, the huge, visible purple ** force quickly surged outward along the dense magic line, and soon spread throughout Dalaran, and under the gaze of Arthas and Kel'thugad outside the city, a purple light rushed into the sky from the center of Dalaran, and after the light dissipated, a thin purple shield surrounded the entire Dalaran.

The undead who were very close, under Arthas's orders, were ready to attack Dalaran, but they couldn't even make a sound, and the moment they came into contact with this mana shield, they were destroyed by the powerful magic power.

Yes, it is not like being burned into ashes by the Holy Light, but the whole body is torn apart by the invisible position and becomes the most basic particle, a particle that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

"Ah, look, the double enchantment, the top-level defensive circle created by Dalaran after 200 years of exhaustion and the participation of generations of wise mages!"

The Great Lich Kel'thugad floated behind Arthas, its skull as white as jade clicking, and every time it opened or closed, a terrible chill came out of its mouth.

Arthas looked at the mana shield that was constantly destroying the undead with indifferent eyes, and a minute later, after more than a thousand undead were torn apart, Arthas's fingers wrapped in black armor flicked lightly on the surface of Frost Sorrow, and the undead's offensive stopped, and they retreated hundreds of meters like soldiers who ordered it to be forbidden, and then stopped there quietly.

Arthas took a deep breath in his hands to hold Frost Sorrow, then stepped forward quickly, wearing a delicate black and blue skeletal armor, bringing out an afterimage in the air, and as he approached the barrier, he slashed down with both swords.

Black, red, and green intertwined energy erupted from the blade of Frost Sorrow, bringing out a sharp, air-piercing sword light, like a 10-fold magnified Frost Sorrow energy blade, which fell from the sky and fell on the surface of the double enchantment.

But this moment was enough to destroy the attack of a small town, and when it landed on the surface of the enchantment, not even a ripple could be raised, and under Arthas's slightly surprised gaze, the blue-black energy blade, like melted ink, fell into the enchantment, constantly tumbling.

A second later, the full attack was bounced back, but no longer in the form of a sharp sword, but in the form of a shock wave, the black light brought up the dust on the earth, rolled up the air, like the roar of a giant beast, in the form of a black storm, swept across the undead battle line, like a blink of an eye, and hundreds of undead were scattered and disappeared in place.

Arthas, who was in the range of the black light, was unharmed, and when the black storm subsided, he still stood in that position, outside of his body, the pale red light mask helped him block this counterattack, but looking at the dense cracks on the red light mask, Arthas's eyes became colder and colder.

"Is there any way to break through this circle?"

Arthas's eyes skimmed the air to his left, then tilted his head and asked.

The Great Lich let out a heighing laugh of unknown meaning, and then said in a flat voice,

"Hahahaha, the double violet enchantment uses the Eye of Dalaran as a charged item, and it has extremely strong defense and counterattack capabilities for both magic attacks and physical attacks, and you have seen it, even if you enter the epic heroic level like this, you can't shake this layer of enchantment, and it's the same for me!"

The Great Lich also focused his attention on the air to the left, and continued,

"The rate at which we consume its energy is nowhere near as fast as the Eye of Dalaran can recharge, so unless there is a way to break it from within, it is incomprehensible, and of course, if we can trap this place long enough, maybe we can expect those mages to starve to death? ”

Death can really completely change a person's temperament, and Kel'thugad is an extreme example, the great lich has changed from a cold-faced uncle to a poisonous chatter.

It's so unfortunate!

But Arthas, surprisingly, did not refute Kel'thugad's sneering jokes, and it was clear that the two people who did not deal with each other were currently in the same camp.

And just after Kel'thugad's cold joke was finished, on the left side of the two people, there were faint waves in the air, and then, one head looked almost exactly the same as the newly dead Deserock, but the whole body was blood-red, and the body was just over 3 meters larger than Desellock, which was huge twice, and the dark energy surging around the body even actively formed the phantom of skeletons and bats in the air.

Tikdios, First Lord of Nasrezm, leader of all Dreadlords, loyal servant of the archdemon Akmund, and demon commander tasked with taking charge of the Scourge.

As soon as it appeared, it sneered and stretched out its hand, and the chaotic dark energy formed a dark vortex in the palm of its hand, like a small ball of dark storm gathering, it glanced at Arthas and Kel'thugad, and casually threw the dark ball towards Dalaran's mana barrier.

This time, when the dark energy that was compressed to an extremely high density collided with the magic circle, it did not appear to be "absorbed" before, but directly on the surface of the mana enchantment, a depression was made, and while the two forces canceled each other, they also made the purple light of the depression stronger and stronger, and finally, when the purple magic power completely consumed the dark energy, that enchantment was already covered with dense cracks.

Although the barrier was refilled in less than a second, when the purple shield reappeared, Tikdios did not use magic again, but stabbed into the position with a claw.

Just like an ordinary person grabbing a balloon with the palm of his hand, although he still couldn't break through the barrier of the enchantment, the claws of the Dreaddemon King had almost stretched the purple light to the extreme.

"Rubbish!"

Tikdios withdrew his claws, cursed disdainfully, and then impatiently scratched the collar of his armor, and said to Arthas,

"It's just a double barrier of magic and physics, it's easy to break through this mortal's ridiculous defenses, don't think I don't know the careful thinking of you and your filthy orc master, how Marganis died, I know better than you, that idiot needs to be punished, but it's not your turn!"

The Dreadlord glanced at Arthas's drastic face, scratched his chin with his scarlet claws, and continued in a grim tone,

"You should be glad that you are still of some use, the master is about to descend in this sad world, this is the top priority, when the master conquers this world, I will settle accounts with you, get out!

Tikdios didn't pay attention to Arthas's hard-to-see color, and lightly stretched out his sharp claws, grabbing them fiercely in the air, and a black spatial crack appeared, and the Dreadlord swaggered in.

"Roar! What a arrogant, stupid demon! Look at its little brain, which is not much bigger than a worm, it can't understand this enchantment..."

Before Kel'thugad's sneering words could be finished, he was interrupted by Arthas's raised left hand.

"Kel'thugad, prepare your cursed mages for the siege, now... Now is not the time..."