In the long time since they came into contact with magic, the human mages of Dalaran discovered something that the High Elf mentors had overlooked, intentionally or unintentionally.

Humans, in terms of magical talent, are indeed inferior to elves.

Spells that can be easily understood by High Elf mages can only be comprehended by human beings who are honorable.

The spells that the High Elf mage can unleash at his fingertips can be used by humans to evaluate the title.

But humanity never despairs.

Supported by a huge population base, Dalaran, or the Council of Tirisfar, has gone its own way.

The most intuitive manifestation of this path of human magic, the so-called legion-level spells.

I alone am a legion......

Whether it's Malfurion. Fury or Tyrande. Windtalkers, even Santis. Hazuki has the powerful spell ability to destroy a legion by one person.

Even during the days of the Kadore Empire, Queen Azhara's unreasonable magic meant that she didn't need the help of others.

However, humans cannot, not even Egwen, who has been rampaging Azeroth for eight hundred years. Medina, too, needs the help of others in carrying out justice.

Behind this objective difference in strength, there is a difference in thinking.

Legion-level magic of human beings is achieved by the collaborative casting of multiple archmages.

For example, "Eternal Winter".

In unrecorded history, Dalaran has used Eternal Winter against trolls several times.

In history textbooks, Soladin the Great and Darth Maray destroyed the Troll Empire.

In reality, this is not the case.

The defeat in that battle only caused the Amani trolls of Zuaman to lose the strategic initiative and lose a large number of regular troops.

But the stoic nature of the trolls kept them going, and they continued to fight against humans and the High Elves for a hundred years.

It was against this backdrop that the Fort in the Heart of the Lake was built.

The old mansion of the Barov family is essentially a war fortress built to defend against the invasion of trolls.

It was during the construction of the Keldaron Lake Fort that Eternal Winter first befell the trolls.

The strategic goal was achieved, Silvermoon City established the border of the territory in the Eternal Song Forest, the elves were busy recuperating and making rune stones, and the Soladin Empire faced the counterattack of the Amani Empire alone.

At that time, the Keldaron Lake Fort had not yet been completed, and an overwhelming number of troll warriors roared out of the mountain forest.

This time, there is no high elf preset ambush, no earth-destroying firestorm.

The trolls were greeted by the bitter cold winds of July.

More than 400 human mages cast spells, and under the guidance of the original Guardian Alodi, the trolls understood how warm the climate of the Alterac Mountains was, and understood what it meant to be an eternal winter.

Merry. Winter Wind wasn't sure who was stronger or weaker between his current self and Alodi, but he was sure that he couldn't cast [Eternal Winter] in its entirety, and there was no need to do so.

Because the old mage casts this spell to save people, not to fight the Scourge Legion for heads.

The complete [Eternal Winter] is cast, and Lordaeron does not need Alsace to slaughter, it is directly an ice sculpture dead city.

Under the influence of the legion-level spells, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a bitter cold wind came from the east, whistling by, trying to blow away the plague poisonous clouds entrenched in the city.

But soon Merry. Dongfeng was shocked to find that he had suffered from the lack of study.

The natural plague is not simply a bacterial or viral poison compound, it is also a creation of magic, although the diluted poison cloud has changed from a "lethal" level of danger to a "high risk". Winter Wind's spell spreads faster.

The old mage was not a Madonna, and he didn't have time to kneel down and ask himself, "What have I done?"

Merry. The winter wind increased the output of magic power, and the howling cold wind quickly turned into gloomy thunderclouds, and after a short brewing, the cold ice rain began to slap on the faces of the people in the epidemic area, and the virus and the cold rain mixed together.

Although there were heavy casualties, Merry. The winter winds succeeded in curbing the spread of the plague.

At this time, Carlos also made his own decision.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, take Alsace, everything is still possible.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I don't have time."

Carlos glanced at everyone nostalgically, and once again ate all over the world.

The Divine Storm rose again, and the Death Knights within a radius of three hundred meters found themselves unable to move an inch, and the power of the Shadow and the Power of the Holy Light neutralized each other to produce a huge amount of heat, which seemed to make their hearts that had long stopped beating warm again.

"Let's go."

Carlos wielded his battle axe, and many blades condensed by the power of holy light appeared in the Holy Storm Field, mercilessly slicing the body of the Death Knight.

The storm subsided, and the battle ended.

This is the result of the simple gap between strength and weakness, and it is the result of Carlos's tireless cultivation for more than ten years.

With no time to reminisce about the past, and no one to lead the way, Carlos quickly shuttled through the royal palace of Lordaeron, preparing to rush to the royal hall to end the cause and effect.

So Carlos didn't notice that after he left, the thirty-eighth Death Knight appeared in front of the palace gates, where he had fought before.

The Death Knight picked a random target and walked over, and it happened to be none other than Lillas. Windranger.

I saw the rune sword inserted into Rillas's chest, and the runes on the sword lit up one after another, and as the power of blood and shadow was injected again, the death knight who was killed by Carlos was resurrected again.

One resurrected one, two resurrected two, and four resurrected four......

Seven shattered guys went out, and thirty Death Knights came back to life on the spot once again.

Without needing superfluous words, the Lich King's command came to their minds.

Biglas. Thorbain looked at the dead guys with regret on his face.

Now, for the sake of the Lich King, he must bring despair and panic to Lordaeron.

What Carlos had feared before finally happened, and the Death Knight scattered in all directions.

The palace of Lordaeron was not large, at least for Carlos at this time, he came and went freely.

But when Carlos walked through the palace, there was an eerie feeling of horror.

What about people?

Whether it's a living person, a corpse, an enemy, what about people?

When Carlos rushed to the royal hall, there was nothing left but the blood stains on the ground that told the story of the tragedy.

What about the Alsatians?

And where are the Cursed cultists who started up?

The empty palace seems to be the Lich King's silent taunt to Carlos.

Exhausted Merry. The winter winds are no longer able to sustain [Eternal Winter].

When he gathered his mana and resealed the Metri Scroll, the dark clouds formed by magic naturally dissipated.

However, the sun did not shine on Lordaeron, and a huge shadow clouded the sky.

The Mobile Fortress, the Castle in the Sky, the strongest creation of the Scourge Legion—————— Naxxramas, has arrived.