Although Silvermoon City has fallen, the High Elves have not perished. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Land of Ghosts, in the Forest of Eternal Song, and even on the island of Queldanus, countless living elves have spontaneously rebelled against the undead.

In a small wooden hut on the Isle of the Sun, a ragged High Elf mage is busy, helping to build a portal.

The construction of the portal is in its final stages......

The elven mage let out a long sigh of relief, and then a figure stepped out of the portal.

"Romans ......"

Archmage Romans nodded lightly to his subordinates, and then walked out of the cabin vigilantly, checking the movement around him.

"Didn't the undead notice this?"

"Yes, it should be safe here!"

Romans relented and re-entered the portal.

Then, one mage after another passed through the portal and appeared on the island of Sunrise!

The elven mage couldn't help but open his mouth wide, because he could feel it, and almost every mage could feel a terrifying energy! They are all archmages in the truest sense of the word!

There were fifteen in all, and the last member of the team was the Speaker of the Council of Six Kenrito, the lord of Dalaran, and the archmage Antonidas!

"Are you here to liberate Silvermoon City?" The ragged elven mage muttered.

"No!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Romans's mouth: "We are here for revenge!" ”

……

In the small wooden house, fifteen mages formed a circle and did it one at a time.

There are thirteen humans in total, and two High Elves!

In addition to Romans, another name is Darkan, who previously followed Romans in Dalaran.

"This is the Island of the Sun!" Romance began to explain to his colleagues the current situation they found themselves in: "The island of Quelldanus is less than fifty miles northwest of us, but it should have been enveloped by the power of the undead for a long time, and with the ability shown by Gianna Prodmore, it would definitely be discovered if you used teleportation spells......"

"And how do we get there?" Archmage Derlandon asked.

"Take a boat!" "I've got a dinghy here," said Romans, "and we'll land on the south side of Queldanus Island and dive into the Well of the Sun!" ”

"Nice plan!" Archmage Antonidas approving, "Now it's time for me to tell you about my plan!" “

As he spoke, Antonidas pulled out a somewhat strange package from his backpack.

"It's ......," Darkan muttered, and he felt something familiar about the thing's breath.

Antonidas carefully opened the package......

"Arcane Bomb!" All the mages exclaimed in unison.

A huge arcane bomb, and everyone understands why Speaker Antonidas is so cautious, because if this thing is not careful, they may all have to give an account here!

"Can this bomb alone really kill Prodmoore?" Romans frowned.

The Arcane Bomb is indeed quite powerful, but its explosion range is limited after all...... And their desire to get close to Prodmore and detonate this arcane bomb around her is a fantasy.

"No!" Archmage Antonidas shook his head: "This bomb is not for Gianna, but for the Well of the Sun!" ”

There was silence!

"Crazy plan!" Durandon gasped.

"We all look like we're going to die here!" A gray-haired mage smiled bitterly.

"But I think it's good!" A strange smile suddenly appeared on Romans' face: "The power of this arcane bomb may be limited, but it is enough to trigger the violent energy of the entire Well of the Sun, and the entire island of Queldanus or even the entire Quel'Salas will not be spared, everything will be destroyed by the aftermath of the Well of the Sun...... Even though we will die, the filthy spirits of the dead, and the slut of Proudmoore, will be buried with us! ”

"Are you crazy, Romans!" Darkan jumped to his feet: "You would actually approve of this crazy plan!" Don't you know what the Well of the Sun means to us in Queldore, everything we have is given by the Well of the Sun, and you want to destroy it? ”

Roman couldn't help frowning, he said a little coldly: "Darkan, Queldore has perished, if I can avenge my compatriots, I am willing to sacrifice everything, including the Well of the Sun!" ”

"Who told you that Queldore perished!" Darkan shouted angrily, "We are still alive, and Isaas, and countless spirits are all over this world, and what kind of pain will they suffer if the Well of the Sun is destroyed......"

"Enough!" Romans grabbed Darkan by the collar: "Don't tell me you're willing to live in such a humiliating way!" Most of the elves in the entire Quel'Thalas have been killed by that slut, and now that there is a chance for revenge in front of us, you would choose to refuse...... If you really try to stop us, I'll kill you first, Darkan! ”

"Romans, calm down!" Antonidas said calmly: "Maybe it's time for us to have a democratic vote!" ”

"If you don't agree to destroy the Well of the Sun, please raise your hand!"

Darkan was alone and raised his left hand aloft in the air.

"Raise your hand if you agree to destroy the Well of the Sun!"

Everyone else raised their hands.

"Fourteen votes to one, vote passed, let's rest for a while, and we will be ready to go as soon as night falls!" Antonidas gave the order.

……

As night fell, a dinghy quietly sailed out of the harbor of Sunchase Island and landed in the southern part of Queldanas Island!

One by one, the mages stepped out of the dinghy!

Follow Romans at the front, and everyone lurks in the direction of the Well of the Sun!

"Wait!" Archmage Antonidas suddenly stopped everyone, his face was a little gloomy: "There are only fourteen people!" ”

The members of the decapitation squad were suddenly left with only thirteen mages and one elf!

"Darkan!" Romans clenched his fists.

"Full speed ahead!" Antonidas's face was not very good-looking: "Rush to the Well of the Sun as fast as possible!" ”

……

Darkan was running alone on the island of Queldanus, and he had left the army as soon as the dinghy landed!

"Romans, this madman, he actually believes the attention of the fools of Dalaran and wants to destroy the Well of the Sun!" He said to himself, "I will not tolerate him doing this, I would rather take refuge in the undead than witness the destruction of the Well of the Sun!" ”

A group of undead discovered Darkan's tracks, and they quickly surrounded the elven mage.

Darkan hurriedly crouched down, signaling that he was not hostile.

But this group of undead with low intelligence didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"What's wrong!" A ghostly voice came from behind the undead like a wail!

Darkan, however, knew the owner of the voice.

"Miss Winresa, it's me Darkan! I want to see Ms. Proudmoore, and I have an important message for her......" he shouted as he fell to his knees.