?? 3? (??? s?lù26>?k?? $f?? #?1я??? $?Y??? 3Q?_? A? GW?? F??? This city was built by the spider demons of the kingdom of Eldraine Nirub in the north wind tundra, that is, the border where they ruled, and those spider demons who could use magic used extremely high skills to pile up this golden city on this snow-shrouded snowfield. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said that in the old days, the city was painted as if it were painted in gold under the direct sunlight, and it was extraordinarily magnificent.

But now, the city was surrounded by a gloomy aura and a thick layer of ice, yes, inhabited by the elite undead of the entire time of the Borean tundra, and even the aisles of the thick, demolished city gates were filled with patrolling tall abominations.

Perhaps because of its proximity to Icecrown, the abomination here is even bigger and more aggressive, with clouds of dark green air spreading through the aisles that are disgusting, disgusting green gas everywhere in the city, and spiders, skeletons and even lichs with undead fire burning in their eyes, constructing creatures that are dizzying to look at.

This is a city that cannot tolerate the existence of life, a city that has died.

In the innermost part of the city, there are three psychic towers, in three different directions, where the nobles of the spider demons once lived, but now they have been transformed into psychic towers used to command the lower undead.

High Priest Andoras wandered back and forth in his spire of pain with some irritability.

It was a High Elf in a red robe, but his thin face and the red light in his eyes proved his identity, that he was an undead.

He was once a mage captain in Quel'Salas who died in the battle of the Scourge invasion, but later withdrew to the continent of Northrend and was assigned to the Holy City of Enqira as a high-ranking commander in the invasion of the Borean tundra.

Andoras regretted becoming an undead, but after being controlled by Frost Sorrow, he felt that it was not a bad thing, and he had endless time to explore the secrets of magic, essentially becoming a lich-like creature.

This group of people who study magic is probably like this, and once they find something more worth studying, it is meaningless whether life exists or not.

Recently, though, Andoras has been in trouble with his relatively happy life as an undead.

First of all, the big man in the floating city of Naxanar above his head received the news of the fall of another floating city, Tarramas, and asked Andoras to send a part of his soldiers to the eastern part of the borean tundra to check, which was nothing, but another thing was very unpleasant.

The magnificence of Naxxanar probably felt threatened, and ordered that the entire magic of Njira must be concentrated in Naxxanar's floating circle in order to ensure that it could be lifted off at any time, and as a direct consequence of this order, Andoras's magical research had to be halted.

This made him more and more manic, especially after leaving his beloved laboratory for 2 whole days.

"I'm going to chop him up! I swear!"

Andoras was furious and walked up and down the floor of the Psychic Tower of Pain, and after becoming undead, he no longer pursued the luxuries of the High Elves, the corners of the tower were covered with cobwebs, and there were some small spiders running around, and some bones thrown farther away, those experiments of him... After dying, I was too lazy to throw it away, and in the end, it became like that.

It's disgusting here!

A hint of cruelty flashed across Andoras's thin face, and he strode out of the psychic tower with his green staff, he had made up his mind to go to Naxxanar, his research on improving the plague had reached the most critical moment, how could he stop here?

He carried a purple scroll in his arms, which was part of the traditional keystone that led to Naxanar, and he could only go to the floating city if he collected the scrolls of the other two psychic towers, so before that, he had to go to the Blood and Withered Psychic Tower, but the two spider demons were very talkative, and the dull nature of their race made them basically ignore the contradictions between Andoras and the distinguished guest.

But just as Andoras was about to walk out of the Spire of Pain, the High Elf mage suddenly turned around, his red eyes fixed on the corner of the hall, he clenched his staff, and shouted in a jerky and sharp voice,

"Who's there! Get out!"

Of course, it's not just a warning, but also a sulfur fire thrown out casually, after becoming an undead, the energy in the body is more inclined to shadow and frost, but for a strong enough mage, other types of magic are not inaccessible, such as Andoras.

But how could an assassin who could lurk under his nose for so long be a weak hand?

Tao Ya's figure jumped out of hiding place before the sulfur fire came over, and twice borrowed strength from the top of her head and on the wall next to her, and landed lightly on the ground, she held the golden thorn sword in her hand, the leather armor on her body was replaced by a set of gray-black dragon scale armor, her eyes were thickened, and two small fangs poked out of the corners of her mouth.

The agile Pandaman Assassin looked at Andoras in front of him like a hunter who had spotted his prey.

"Wow, a bear man!"

The flame in Andoras's left hand surged, exuding a blazing heat, this high elf seemed to have turned into an arrogant character after becoming an undead, he looked at Tao Ya, a trace of disdain flashed on his thin face,

"When will you beasts be able to walk on the earth in the open? Go back and catch rabbits!"

The flames in his hand split three streams and slashed towards Tao Ya, and the Pandaren Assassin kept retreating, while Andoras became even more rampant,

"Look, when I find you out of the shadows, you're dead! Your head will be hung on the walls of Enqira by me to warn the foolish outsiders!

"You're so loud!"

Tao Ya's figure flashed and appeared in the other direction, but instead of attacking, she hung the stabbing sword on her waist, and a hint of mockery flashed on her soft face,

"You should look behind you!"

Andoras had no chance to turn back, for a dark knife wheel enchanted by Master Dalaran had already shone around his neck, and the uncontrolled brimstone flames enveloped the corpse as it smashed its headless body to the ground.

In just a few seconds, the smell of burned corpses filled the psychic tower, Nasha swept the purple scroll in her hand, made a retreat gesture to Tao Ya, and the two of them disappeared into the dark hall.

Almost at the same time, the necromantic lords in the other two psychic towers were also killed by the Watchers and the Assassins, and the undead of the Holy City of Engela lost three leaders at the same time, and almost instantly rioted, and at the same time, with three fireworks rushing into the sky, the sound of the ground shaking also sounded from the ground southeast of Engela, Mograine personally led the team, the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Hand, Silver Dawn, the three paladin organizations were all dispatched for the first time, and the war horses in armor ran on the ground of the snowfield, trampling the snow on the heavy earth like a moving blizzard。

From the sky, a golden stream of iron appeared on the entire ground, in the snow, pointing directly at the outer wall of Enqira, a group of mammoths foraging on the Enqira snow field were alarmed, panicked and ran in all directions, and those vultures cruising over the snow field, also shocked by this pervasive murderous aura, panicked towards the sky and flapped their wings towards the sky.

Mograine was dressed in heavy armor and held a streamer of ashes in his hand, his youngest son followed him, and in his hand the blood-stained sword of the Exterminator, and behind them were the Paladins of the Resolute Lordaeron, and after splitting, misunderstanding, and even hostile mutual harm, the three paladins converged again.

Their beliefs were still different, but when they joined forces, nothing could stop the steel torrent from moving forward.

"Give me... Break!"

There are still hundreds of meters away from the city wall, the old knight waved the streamer heavy sword in his hand, and slashed downward, a blade of light that pierced through the sky and earth fell from the sky, and accurately slashed at the very center of the city wall of Enqila Holy City, with the beating of the ground, the smashing flying sand and stones surged into the sky, and the section of the city wall and the chaotic undead behind it were completely destroyed in this scorching light.

With the charge of the Knights, the dwarf engineers outside the position also began to quickly turn those huge, black steel cannons, aiming them at the floating fortress Naxxanar that had begun to move in the sky, after the reconnaissance three days ago, Mograini borrowed this dwarf artillery from the old Fortin, and they were the same who used anti-aircraft artillery to blast the floating fortress Tallamas with anti-aircraft guns in the war in the east, and now, they need to reproduce the miracle of that time.

The leader of the gnomes, Major Fitzrank, with a telescope in his hand, scouted carefully, and called out to the eager gnomes,

"Alright, boys, coordinates 87, 90, 65, all aim for me! Teach the damned undead a lesson!"

With Fitzrank's left hand, dozens of anti-aircraft guns fixed to the ground opened fire at the same time, and the scorching projectiles flew out of the barrels, most of which hit Naxxanar, but due to the lesson of Tarlamas, the large floating fortress also opened the magic shield when it was not activated, so these shells filled with high gunpowder burst without harming the main body of Naxxanar.

However, the explosion of these shells forcibly interrupted the counterattack brewing in the floating city.

Standing in the Naxana command center, Marvion on the top platform was also staggered by the shock, he looked viciously at the paladins who had rushed into the chaotic holy city of Enqira, and then looked at the three communication orbs that did not respond, and the captain of the Alsace guard shook his hand fiercely.

The paladin's raid was very accurate, like a big hand, stuck in Marvion's neck, and the whole process was very fast, even if this high-level undead lord started to collect the undead army now, it was estimated that it would be too late.

Marvien glanced at the battlefield that had been completely sliced open, and shouted at the cursed mages behind her,

"Retreat! Return to the Dragonbone Wilderness! Send a message to Eldrë Nirub's spider demons to assemble on the frozen banks as quickly as possible!

A few minutes later, Naxxanar finally took off with difficulty after another round of shelling, but at the moment when Mavien retracted his gaze, a sharp sound of breaking the air seemed to break through the air, quickly piercing the heavy magical shield around the entire Naxxanar and appeared in front of him.

The iron helmet of Ssalon above his head was knocked into the air by the arrow of light, and fell to the ground again, the hard surface already pierced.

The shocking blow made Marvion's heart, which had long ceased to beat, feel fear again, and he looked up to see a portal standing at the edge of the distant snowfield, an indifferent High Elf holding a magnificent warbow in his hand, the blow he had just shot.

The elf, with a black blindfold and a single remaining eye that shone with the cold light of a hunter, seemed unhappy that Marvien had escaped the blow, and was about to pull the bowstring and shoot a second arrow.

Marvien hurriedly stepped back, he didn't want to try the second arrow, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing his body from behind him made him look back, it was a watcher in a dark green blade cloak, a knife wheel in his hand, and a pandaren assassin in dragon scale armor, and beneath them were the cursed mages who manipulated Naxanar.

As he turned his head, the last mage had his throat cut by the watcher, leaving him with no mouth alive.

"Wow"

Marvien pulled out the cold blades on his waist, and with the surge of dark magic, more than a dozen cold corpses stood up from Marvion's side, and a sinister smile appeared on his thin and pale face,

"Do you want to fight here? You've picked the wrong opponent!"

"Oh... Then I'll be your opponent, Marvin, old friend!"

Under the clear sky, purple thunder and lightning flowed, and when he heard the familiar voice in his memory, all his emotions disappeared, and he turned his head to see the figure of the alien sword with thunder and lightning, draped in a blue and white plush cloud.

Those eyes were still as ordinary as he remembered, but the light emitted from them made people dare not look at them directly.

"Dick... You're finally here, how can you do without this stage, it's a pity... I may not see the end anymore. ”

"Don't worry, Marvion, you don't want to see a catastrophe shattered, I'm going to give you a pain... In the name of memory. ”