On the battlefield, Arthas's gang had long discovered that Dalaran's high-end combat power had also been forced to be involved in the defensive line, which made them feel very relaxed. As for Kel'thugad and Anubrak, surprisingly, they don't have much in mind, and they are relatively "obedient" and will carry out whatever their superiors order, as if they have no tools of their own self.

So much so that Kel'thugad was the first to perceive the flow of magic and the fluctuations caused by the space magic that spanned thousands of kilometers, he knew very well what it meant, and he was also very surprised that there were other forces on this continent that mortals could make such a big deal in space magic, if it was when he was a member of the six-member parliament before, he would be very interested in it, but now that he has a better prospect, he no longer has any thoughts about mortal magic.

Instead of alerting the others, Kel'thugad didn't even tell Arthas, because he wasn't loyal to Arthas, nor to Neozu, he was only loyal to what would satisfy his thirst for power, and now, the best target was the Lich King. Therefore, he doesn't want to be nosy, as long as he completes the task assigned by the Lich King, obtains the Book of Medivan and presides over the summoning ceremony, he doesn't care about the life or death of those mages, and if he can not waste his strength, he naturally doesn't have to waste it, and it is good to continue to sit firmly behind the army of the undead and be a quiet spectator.

Kel'thugad's silence directly caused the necromancers of the Cursed Sect under his command to look at each other who also sensed the fluctuations of space magic, and their top bosses did not speak, so they naturally did not have the habit of talking too much, and after dealing with these "dead people" for a long time, they knew very well what to say and not to talk too much, this is the way to survive.

So with the "acquiescence" of Kel'thugad, the reinforcements sent by Adlan were almost unhindered, which even Antonidas, who was ready to sacrifice himself to protect the safe evacuation of the people behind him, felt a little lucky, and he even felt that if the undead reacted more slowly, he could even have a chance to escape, as long as he could pass on the fire of Dalaran, it didn't matter if he was embarrassed to live in the world.

Antonidas had reached the level of epic more than ten years ago, at the time of the Second Orc War, and he was the leader of the current generation of human mages, and even the arrogant High Elves had to admit his achievements and status. He is most proficient in elemental spells are frost magic, but he is also very good at arcane and fire, not to mention other things such as transformation, summoning, shaping, etc., it can be said that this old ** master is an "encyclopedia" in the field of human magic.

But like many creatures with great power, they all have a common problem, which is arrogance. Like the other leaders of the Alliance, he did not heed the warnings of Medivan, an unknown prophet, and the plague was rampant, and although Antonidas later came to his senses and tried his best to find a countermeasure to the plague, it was too late. However, if this epic old mage can still live, it will be a very good thing for the living of Azeroth, although he should bear some responsibility for the destruction of Dalaran and Lordaeron, but in general, if he can survive, the benefits will definitely outweigh the disadvantages, and the merits will outweigh the demerits.

Unfortunately, however, Tikdios, who was also familiar with mortal magic, noticed something was wrong. Naturally, he thought it was a pleasure to be able to play with a tiny reptile to death, but it would make him angry if the reptile was playing tricks under his nose.

"Arthas, the rats seem to be trying to escape, I can sense some magic here connecting to other places. ”

Hearing this in the spiritual network of the undead, Arthas glanced in the direction of Kel'thugad, but he didn't say anything, just simply gave the order for a general attack, "Then press on all fronts." ”

Taking advantage of the superior mobility of the magic carpet, Antonidas is everywhere to support the line of defense that is about to collapse, for a ** master of his level, the so-called support is often just a few range magic, and in terms of his understanding and depth of magic, these range magic are usually instantaneous, and almost do not need to be maintained, which greatly ensures that Dalaran's crumbling wall defense is still alive. Since there is no pressure from the enemy's high-end combat power, while preserving his physical and mental strength, Antonidas is very keenly aware of the movement of the undead legion, and he knows very well that there are four powerful breaths that lock on him, which makes him secretly complain. Obviously, one second he was thinking if he could survive until the end, but the next second, the desperate and powerful aura completely shattered his hopes.

If he doesn't run now, then he won't have a chance to escape, and if the powerful guys are gathered together and find out the little moves in the city, I'm afraid no one will be able to escape. It is true that the reinforcements sent by Adlan also have a lot of good hands to lead the army, but they are still too weak in front of these countless undead, and they may be able to fight well when they gather to deal with these strong men, but if they give up their current mission, then the defense line of the city wall will collapse directly, after all, Dalaran's defense ability is too weak in front of the army of undead like the sea, so they can only use high-end combat power to fill the lack of quantity, which is really a great waste......

And as long as the defense line collapses and there are a few undead rushing into the city, the panic of the civilians will be infinitely magnified, and the only remaining order in Dalaran City will be wiped out! Antonidas didn't dare to imagine that kind of picture, because he deeply understood that if that happened, more people would die, so the leaders of those reinforcements and the ** division could not move lightly.

Then as the first force present, the hope of everyone to escape, and he who is guilty and unable to repay everyone, he is the best candidate, and Antonidas must stand up as a person.

"Now is the right time. The ** master muttered, and after finishing the carpet bombardment of the undead with his treasured high-grade magic scrolls, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the battle mages still fighting on the ground to look at each other.

Riding on the invincible armies, Arthas enjoyed the "respect" of his undead army, for everywhere he went, the mighty war machines retreated to their sides like a split tide, bowing their heads and imitating human etiquette to greet their kings

He who.

"Huh?" Arthas stopped the invincible, he found that not far in front of him, after the battle with the Sun King, the unusually familiar fluctuations of teleportation magic appeared there, he could feel that Kel'thugad did not have a large range of shifts, and the members of the Scourge Legion present were the only ones who could do such a teleportation, so Arthas was curious about which unsightly living mage was going to come over and suffer impatient death.

"Boom"

The arcane brilliance flashed, and with the momentum of a landslide, the flames that seemed to purify everything rushed out in all directions, but almost all the undead units that dared to block its passage were directly engulfed by the raging flames! When the embers of the flames dissipated, all that remained was patches of ashes.

This is just one of the mage's commonly used flame spells, the shock wave, but in Antonidas's debut, it is like a falling fire meteor, sweeping away all the undead within 50 meters of the master's body!

"Oh? Antonidas, are you here to submit to me?"

The old mage remembered the voice, he remembered that when he first met Arthas, the young prince was still very young, it was still a dreaming age, and his old friend Terenus had a happy and kind face, and later, when Arthas gradually became an adult, the outstanding performance of the crown prince made everyone think that the inheritance of the kingdom of Lordaeron would be very smooth, because Arthas was so motivated and full of sense of justice and responsibility......

But now, the owner of the voice, his withered and pale face revealed only coldness, and his body was filled with a chilling breath of death, and a huge power that he trembled in that body controlled by the power of evil...... The son of an old friend became the appearance of this man who was neither a ghost nor a ghost, and Antonidas was deeply distressed.

Arkus, the scepter of Antonidas, at this moment the old mage's eyes were full of determination and determination, he clenched his staff, and said: "Arthas, have you forgotten what your country has been done by orcs?

Before the old mage's words could be finished, the ice blue magic sword raised an endless cold air, and slashed fiercely in the direction of the old man, and the whirlwind composed of surging ice blades enveloped the old mage's figure and completely shredded it!

However, it was only a mirror image, and when the arcane light flashed, Antonidas reappeared behind Arthas, the scepter pointing forward, and the rich magic turned into a series of fireballs that blew Arthas to the ground, only to stabilize after the next dark green shield appeared.

"Old fellow, your magic is far worse than the Sun King's, and if you want to hurt me, you still have to practice...... If you want, it's not impossible for me to bless you with eternal life. ”

Antonidas noticed that the opponent's magic protection ability was extremely strong, so he cautiously distanced himself and squinted his eyes to stare at the opponent's movements, "You don't have a chance, evil lackey!"

Bright red flames erupted, and a dazzling flash of light tore through Arthas's frenziedly wielding Frostmourn's "sword aura" almost instantly. The power of darkness and the energy of fire burst into this messy battlefield, and every collision left black scars on the ground!

There was no undead monster left standing in the vicinity of the two fighting, and the aftermath of the battle caused by the fierce engagement between the two epic beings was far beyond the abomination of cannon fodder or even the so-called war machine.

From a distance, Arthas looked like a fort, facing the sky in all directions, constantly using the power of frost sorrow to slash out ice or dark green energy, and he was like a hedgehog that made Antonidas "jump up and down" and find no way to kill him.

Antonidas snorted, dodged two "sword qi" that hit his landing point as if he was predetermined, and he could only very regretfully interrupt the next powerful spell he had prepared, and immediately change the next landing point, and in the process the backhand was a flame impact.

It felt like Arthas was attacking like crazy, but in fact, from the very beginning, Arthas was in a state of active defense, and this unbridled method of slashing with the massive energy of Frost Sorrow was forced by him, because the old mage was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

At first, Arthas thought that Antonidas had a problem with the Sun King, and liked to use his martial arts to win when he got close, but what he didn't expect was that almost every spell of this old mage was instantaneous, and he never came close to Arthas's 40-yard range! If it weren't for Edlan's lesson, Arthas wouldn't have used the power of Frostmourn to carry out such a counterattack at all, but this kind of counterattack that just chased Antonidas's figure and slashed the energy blade was also very limited, which made Arthas directly change from the idea of using this attack to injure the old mage or even kill him directly, to using this attack to make the opponent no longer so comfortable when casting spells.

This is a normal thing, there are not many people in Azeroth's current epic level except those transcendent creatures, and there are only a few mortals. Arthas has never competed with a serious mage of the same level at all, he doesn't even have enough experience in high-end combat, plus his strength is a gift, even if Nao Zu's back hand can directly control his body to fight, but in front of an old mage who has entered the epic level for more than ten years, this king of death knights is almost suppressed to the point that he has no power to fight back, at least before the old mage's spiritual power is exhausted.

"Boom" was another almost instantaneous flame blast, and the fierce flames exploded against Arthas's cheek, although he had been maintaining the energy of the anti-magic shield, but under the bombardment of Antonidas's spells, this originally full energy shield had now "shrunk" to his side.

The explosion made Arthas feel his heart beat for the first time in a long time, and he felt ashamed of the palpitations he felt after becoming a Death Knight! Even though he knew that Frost Sorrow would definitely protect him, he instinctively had palpitations.

Unwilling to be humiliated, Arthas likewise produced long-lost emotions of anger at him

It's true that he can't keep up with Antonidas's shameless spell that changes places in the blink of an eye, but he is not impossible.

Arthas shook his hand, and the glimmer of flame seeping through the shield was doused by the black gas that surged through him. The space that had been shrouded in dazzling elemental light was filled with darkness again, and everything seemed to return to the silence of death, and Arthas felt that he was back in a state where he could dominate everything.

But just as Adlane doesn't wait for his enemies to "transform", Antonidas isn't the pedantic kind either, he senses that his opponent seems to be condensing something after a succession of spell bombardments, so much so that he can stop thinking about his own magic attacks!

Accompanied by the old mage's soft chanting, the awkward incantation flew in the dark air like the little goblin flying in the forest in a fairy tale......

The two epics stopped very tacitly at this moment, and they were very tacitly improving their momentum.

The flames of the raging waves soared into the sky! Frosty blades fell from the sky! Distorted collapses suddenly appeared! Firestorms, blizzards, and black holes, three different spells completely covered Arthas's figure! The first two were originally extremely ordinary spells, but under the use of the epic mage, they were as terrifying as the Burning Sky Flame and the World-Destroying Blizzard that could destroy a country, and a strange spell hidden at the end of the arcane system that could tear through space and affect reality was also used by the 71-year-old old mage!

Arthas was in the middle of this chaotic and turbulent magical bombardment, and the shield that had been protecting him began to tremble violently at this moment, and the shield that could not be smaller continued to "shrink", as if there was an invisible hand clenching the "green ball".

"Bang!" With a bang, like a balloon being punctured, the already chaotic protective shield was completely shattered at this moment, the brilliance of magic and the pitch-black energy were completely blended together at this moment, and Arthas's black armor made of the supposedly strong Saffyloon Evil Iron was almost wiped out at the moment of contact with these two violent energies, and he himself flew out as if he had been punched by something, he rolled, and after hitting dozens of abominations a hundred meters away, he stopped as if he had dissolved this huge force after drawing a deep ravine on the ground。

"Whew" Antonidas breathed a sigh of relief, and then he took another breath, ready to cast the magic that would end it all, because he still had 3 opponents of almost the same level to deal with, and time could not be delayed any longer!"It's all over, Arthas, you and your atrocities will be over!"

The scarred King of the Death Knight staggered to his feet from the massive impact crater, smiling eerily as he leaned on Frost Sorrow, muttering softly, "Yes, it's all over......"

Although he didn't hear Arthas's whisper as if urging death, Antonidas, who was quickly preparing to end the spell, felt a heartbeat, and the mirror spell was instantly activated, and he, who was proficient in arcane arts, quickly exchanged shapes with a few mirrors scattered around with a flash spell.

In the next second, the exchanged figure was torn apart by a blood-red black claw!while the other mirrors were dispelled by a sudden spell!And in the distance, Antonidas noticed that the hill-like beetle monster was walking slowly, and its path of movement was very clever to cut off his retreat......

After a burst of bats gathered, Tikdios appeared in the torn space, he looked at the old mage's wary face with interest, and then tried to tempt him with vicious language, "You are good, mortal. Now, I can give you the opportunity to surrender to the Great Being, and both you and your city can be saved, instead of being trampled to death like ants by the relentless iron hooves of the Legion. ”

Already tired, Antonidas pulled out his Focus Heraldic Shield from the storage space, trying to delay his defeat even further.

"Oh, Honorable Speaker Kenrito, you actually took out a shield? This is so ugly, I think your disciples will be very sad to see this!" Kel'thugad in his lich state slowly floated over, and although he had no human form, the skeleton was still very faithful to his forehead, and he was very embarrassed by the way Antonidas pulled out his shield. However, he quickly pulled out the staff of the end of his journey and the wand of the Great Lich, because he knew that despite being surrounded by several powerful opponents, this ** master was not easy to mess with.

Antonidas knew that he had been calculated, Arthas's tragic situation was just a bitter ploy to leave him behind, 4 guys who were not much different from him besieged him in a clearing not far from Dalaran, he already knew that this was his last battle, and he also knew why the other party didn't rush up immediately to give him a fatal blow, because he had the ability to take any of them before he died, and if he was lucky, he knew that he could fight two!

Just because they're evil doesn't mean they're brainless.

"Huh" Antonidas glanced at the Violet Tower that was still standing, he could still sense that his city was resisting to the death, he smiled, because that was enough, the resistance of the living did not give up because of the boundlessness of the dark frenzy, as long as there was a heart of resistance, then hope would not be dashed.

Antonidas thrust his staff into the ground and pulled out his hand to smooth his white beard, which had been scattered by the fierce battle, caressing it as gently as caressing the snow-white skin of his closest mate. In this eerie and tranquil encirclement, Antonidas lived out his last fond memories as a living man.

Then, the flames that rose to the sky, the frost that froze to the marrow, the mysterious and magical arcane once again burst out with an incomparably wonderful dazzling, the dazzling light of the sun directly broke through the sky, tore through the poisonous clouds brought by the plague, and the warm and red sunset sprinkled down, as if to tell the world that this is the last ray of light before the night comes, that it will eventually be swallowed up by darkness and die at the most dazzling moment, but the hope it leaves behind will reappear at dawn......