After one final inspection of the circle, the mages began their magic sound and light show.

As a large amount of arcane dust was scattered over the circle, the mages began to chant an obscure and lengthy incantation, which sounded lethargic with many ancient dragon and elven syllables of the toothy and crooked.

But at this moment, the high-pitched and sharp, sometimes almost dreamy chanting of the incantation, the surrounding space seemed to shake slightly. The magnitude of the shock is so low that it is impossible for those who are not sensitive to supernatural power to perceive it.

However, for a class with spell-casting abilities like Paladins and Druids, the shock was as conspicuous as a flea on a bald head, and Diego and Masrae both narrowed their eyes, fully aware of the change.

The amplitude of the space was getting louder and louder, and there was even a buzz in the air, and now, even the warriors were beginning to sense that something was wrong, and they looked around with some uneasiness to see what was going on.

It was very miraculous that the arcane dust that had been thrown into the air by the mages suddenly began to move on its own, and gradually condensed into purple translucent runes, which were arranged in vertical arrays, suspended above the circle, and the ends were linked to the nodes of the circle.

Diego used his perception to carefully experience the changes in the energy around him, in his perception world, these runes are constantly absorbing the free arcane elements in the air to strengthen themselves, if their power was originally as inconspicuous as a caterpillar, then it is now turning from a small worm into a huge beast, and it is still expanding endlessly. It was really creepy, because Diego had never seen any magic that could multiply itself.

As the incantation continued, more arcane power converged on the runes from all directions, and were channeled into the underground magic circle along the rune chain. The magic array, which had been calm and waveless, finally reacted, as if it had been filled with enough energy, and the magic circle was lit up one area after another. After about a quarter of an hour, a brilliant and dazzling magical pattern stood out in the square.

Contrary to the glorious ground, as if born out of nothingness, the sky that had been clear just now changed its appearance in the blink of an eye, and the dark clouds gathered from all directions, and the sky became dark, a typical precursor to a thunderstorm.

The mage's chanting finally stopped, and now that the circle had been fully activated and had entered the automatic operation phase, no one could interfere with its operation anymore, not even if the connecting crystals embedded in the energy nodes were cut off.

The circle grew brighter and brighter, and at last it emitted a blazing light, so bright that it was impossible to look at it directly. Standing on the edge of the circle, Mahalba pulled out an egg-thin oak staff from the rune cloth wrap behind him.

From its unique shape of the crow's head, Diego immediately recognized the staff's name, Etiyès, the Guardian's Staff of Legends. It is the staff that has been passed down from generation to generation for over 2,000 years by the mysterious Guardian of Tirisfa, whose last owner was the famous Guardian Medivan. However, to Diego's knowledge, the Legendary Staff was shattered when Medivan died, and its fragments were scattered throughout Azeroth during the temporal storm caused by Medivan's death, with the head of the staff being taken by the archlich Kel'thugad and the tail lost in the Temple of Angela in the Desert of Silithus.

It now appears that it was apparently found and reforged by the Kenrito Council, and that it has also dispersed the evil power that polluted it. Diego stared intently at the staff in Mahalba's hand, the legendary weapon that countless people had longed for. It had once hunted demons at the hands of the mighty Guardian Egwene, and it had been dusted by the possession of the fallen Medivan, but it was undeniable that the staff itself possessed unparalleled power, and even many powerful demons would not dare to take it seriously. In Diego's opinion, only such a powerful magic weapon can serve as the center of this huge magic circle!

Mahalpa raised the staff in front of his brow in a knight's sword-holding position, then gently released it. With a faint crow, the staff floated in the air, flying towards the center of the circle.

The next moment, a shining pillar of purple light erupted from the middle of the circle, enveloping the staff!

Immediately afterward, the pillar of light crossed the Staff of Etiyesh and stretched towards the sky, piercing the sky like a sharp spear, sinking into the thick dark clouds.

However, the sky formed by the dark clouds was not broken through, and above the dark clouds, hundreds of thunderbolts lit up at the same time in an instant, reflecting the entire sky in a vast expanse, and the rolling thunder was like the wrath of the sky.

The whole earth also trembled slightly, and the pitch-black clouds set off thousands of huge waves like an ocean, and between the thunder and the pillar of light, there was a blazing light in the black clouds, and there was a torn thunderclap roar, and the sound was so grand and shocking, as if it was calling into the distance.

Finally, the black clouds like an iron curtain were torn apart, and between heaven and earth, in the center of light and darkness, a blurred crack as flat as a saucer suddenly appeared. It is a place where the power of the arcane and the power of space are entangled, tearing and bridging the ever-changing conflict, where the laws of space are distorted and the boundaries between reality and illusion are blurred. Gradually, as time passed, the power of the circle gradually gained the upper hand, and the crack was torn bigger and bigger, and finally a huge spatial passage was constructed in the void that had never been seen before.

The dark clouds swept more violently, and they were making their last dying struggles, trying to heal the huge wound between heaven and earth, but the arcane power released by the pillar of light firmly held the spatial rift, and the light of the thunder and the pillar of light clashed with each other, reflecting each other, almost piercing the entire heavenly dome.

Under the flickering electric light, an overwhelming behemoth slowly emerged from the wormhole, revealing its true face, like a prehistoric beast leaping from the void, riding the storm and descending on this strange sky.

It's a huge city in the sky! With their extraordinary intelligence and ingenuity, the mages of Dalaran lifted their magical city into the sky and teleported it to the Cursed Lands at the most critical moment. There is no doubt that they have forged an air fortress that will never fall!

Looking at this huge magical creation, Diego only felt a tingling in his scalp, this was almost the highest masterpiece of Azeroth's magical civilization, and in front of it, other weapons were inferior and not worth mentioning.

The magic city slowly passed through the black hole, although the whole was protected by protective magic, but at the edge of the city, there were still some fine stones cut by the spatial power of the edge of the wormhole, scattered and scattered, and torn into powder by the cracks, dissipating into the void.

When Dalaran jumped out of the black hole, in the central square of the Watch Fortress, the magic circle that had been shining all the time finally completed its mission and dimmed. Thousands of arcane crystals that had been depleted of their magic made a soft "pop" and shattered into puddles of white sand. As the circle extinguished, the dark spatial rift suddenly closed together, completely disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed. The originally dense dark clouds quickly dissipated in all directions, revealing a clear sky in a moment.

This allows people to see the city in the sky more clearly, and people can no longer suppress the curiosity and excitement in their hearts, pointing at it, gossiping, and talking, like a hillbilly who has never seen the world.

At this moment, with a violent spatial shock, several figures wearing magic robes appeared in the center of the square.

When the spatial flickering caused by the teleportation stabilized, one saw a middle-aged man with thick fiery red hair, his angular cheeks, his jawline, dark green eyes, and bow-like eyebrows that always made his expression look sarcastic and suspicious. But at the moment, these eyes are radiating enthusiasm.

He was dressed in a violet-colored ornate robe, and at the tip of the staff he was carrying, a beam of flames several meters long slowly rotated, making the staff look like a flaming spear. He was tall and handsome, and he was very eye-catching, and even though he was accompanied by members of the Kenrito Council, people still couldn't help but focus on him.

A gorgeous and dazzling appearance. It's very mage, they always have a lot of trouble getting everyone's attention, whether it's an enemy or an ally.

"Your Majesty, here we are!" He walked up to Varian Ureon and gave a mage salute, then laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "It's a little late, but I think it's better than not coming at all." ”

"Not much later, Ronin! In fact, you have caught the last feast! Varian replied to the Chief Master, saying that as the leader of the Kenrito Council, this was a ruler of his equal status, and it was worth it.

Listening to their conversation, everyone present knew that the final counteroffensive was about to begin and that it was time to drive the demons out of Azeroth once and for all! 2k reading web