Darkan was once a powerful elven mage, but in order to gain greater power, he betrayed his own race and led the blood elves to suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the Scourge in Arthas. Silvermoon City was breached, and the High Elves of Quel'Thalas were slaughtered, a blood feud that made the Blood Elves hate him to the core. If it weren't for Darkan's extraordinary strength and the fact that Dysom possessed a large number of undead disasters, he would have been killed many times.

Although he was also attacked by the strong men sent by Silvermoon City after becoming a lich, he was always in danger by relying on his own strength and many of his subordinates.

Only this time, when the purple-haired human in front of him grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, Darkan felt the call of death.

Damn, who the hell is this guy, why can't I sense his strength at all?

With his life hanging in the balance, Darkan was naturally unwilling, and he mobilized his mana with all his strength to resist.

Dread, ineffective!

The purple-haired human was so determined that he could not arouse the fear in his heart.

Corrosion, Resist!

Shadow Arrow, Resist!

The magic resistance of the purple-haired human is too high, and with my strength, the magic can't affect him, even an adult dragon may not be able to resist my spells, what kind of monster is he?

As a lich, Darkan panicked when his spell attacks didn't work against the opponent.

"You have to understand your situation, little lich."

There was a chilling glint in Drakhan's eyes, the kind of expression that a half-hungry man would only look at when he saw a delicious meal.

Thinking of the purple-haired human just now saying that he was going to eat himself, Darkan was terrified, is there any mistake, what kind of person is this, even the lich eats it!

The Lich King, if I'm dreaming, slap me awake.

Seeing that the purple-haired human who grabbed him really opened his mouth, looking like he was going to eat himself alive, Darkanche was completely dumbfounded.

Wisps of magic condensed mist floated out of Darkan's body, and these mist rushed towards Dragonakus's mouth, and Darkan was horrified to find that his strength was rapidly weakening as the fog left.

He's devouring my magic!

Realizing what had happened, the lich struggled violently, but how could he break free from Dragonakoth's shackles with his strength?

The whole process was long to talk about, but it was actually only two or three sentences of dialogue, and by the time the undead scourge behind Darkan realized that something was wrong and wanted to step forward to support his leader.

With a rumbling tremor, the War Fortress and the twenty Velociraptor Dragons forcibly smashed through the Fierce Bone Skeleton's interception and killed.

The Abominations flicked their chains and struck at Dragonakoth, but the fortress of war was stopped by a stop.

The chains of abomination rattled against the metal shell of the War Fortress, but their heavy attack did not leave a single white mark on the War Fortress.

The banshees wanted to help, but they didn't expect a rain of arrows to damage them a lot, and the arrows flashed purple and white, what was it that wasn't an arcane shot launched by the Far Wanderer troops?

Herios' Far Wanderer forces and Oliphiros, their eleven magisters, plus thousands of skeleton mages, had to contend with these formidable foes.

Darkan felt that he was becoming more and more powerless, and the magic in him was constantly being sucked by Dragonakoth, but in a few breaths, he fell from legend to epic. His strength dropped by a big notch, and it was even more impossible for the terrified Darkan to break free from the twilight dragon's shackles.

Soon, under the shocked gaze of Fursser, a lich who had entered the halls of legend was consumed by Dragonakoth, and poor Darkan not only contributed all his strength to the Twilight Dragon, but also collapsed his body after losing all his strength.

When Dragonacus clapped his hands and reappeared beside Leo in thought, the legendary Lich Darkan, who was once the ** master of the Elven Kingdom, the greatest traitor of the Blood Elves, and the legendary Lich Darkan, only left a pile of gray-black ashes, and his ending vividly interpreted the word "ashes".

A legend that a strong man died like this?

Darkan, the traitor, just died like that?

It was as if he and the other blood elves were in a dream, what did the purple-haired human beside Leo do to Darkan, and actually let a lich die without resistance.

Since Dragonakos had his back to the wall when he sucked Darkan's power, no one other than Leo had no idea what was going on, otherwise it would definitely cause panic.

A legend has been killed like this, the dragon of Nakoth is powerful, even the war fortress is far inferior to him, this dragon is firmly on the throne of my number one fighter.

Leo was curious, what level of strength did Nakoth reach, and he was already a demigod to kill a legend so easily?

"My master, I haven't reached that level yet, that little lich's strength is not his own at all, he is essentially just an epic mage in the shackle period, and being able to reach the legend is just someone forcibly improving his strength. Any strong man who has risen to the legend with his own strength can kill him. ”

Dragonakos's explanation clears Leo's confusion, and at the same time, it also makes Furssell and the others secretly say that this is the case, and that it is acceptable for the Twilight Dragon to kill Darkan quickly.

It turns out that Darkan, a legendary lich that seems to be powerful, is actually a parallel commodity!

It's really ruined, and I was almost bluffed by this guy.

Darkan betrayed his race in order to gain greater power, and the person who forcibly elevated him to the legend doesn't need to ask, there will be no one else but Arthas.

Forcibly elevate an epic to a legend, Xiao Ah is fierce enough!

Leo is more interested in the Ice Demon Sword Frost Sorrow, Arthas can be so strong when he is a Death Knight, in addition to his own strength, Frost Sorrow is his greatest help.

An artifact is an artifact, I don't want to talk about an artifact now, I don't even have a legendary weapon, and the only legendary sword Tokaral can't be used yet, which is really unpleasant.

So, people are greedy creatures, and someone who uses the epic staff that many people dream of is not satisfied, and begins to covet legendary weapons and artifacts.

However, greed is also a kind of motivation for people to keep moving forward, the difference is only that the weak will be controlled by greed, while the strong can turn greed into a thrust to become stronger.

"Kill Darkan...... Failed to draw magic equipment...... Ability Extraction ...... Host gains transferable ability: Arcane Torrent! Do you want to suck it? ”

As Leo expected, even though Darkan was a parallel legend, he was also a legend, and Goldfinger still gave Leo an extra gain - the blood elves' innate ability arcane torrent.

Arcane Torrent, an ability to ban demons in the area, and Leo is no stranger to this skill. He had seen it more than once when he climbed Mt. Yamaguchi, and some powerful Blood Elf Warlocks could even use this ability to catch thieves and catch stalkers who came close to him and tried to sneak attack.

Naturally, Leo would not have too many control skills, not to mention that he had other ideas about the arcane torrent.

The real world is not a rigid game, and there are many things that can be changed with a lot of effort.

"Darkan is dead, and the capture of Daisom is half done, now we can go back to life by simply annihilating those abominations and banshees."

Leo's face was relaxed, while the blood elf's expression was a little strange. They originally thought that attacking Dessom would be a tough battle, but who would have thought that a series of accidents would actually accomplish the intended goal in a very short time, and the casualties were negligible.

The reason why we easily captured Daisom, the stronghold used by the Scourge to contain Silvermoon City, was all because of the addition of a human warlock named Leo to our operations! This ally from Riptide Castle has made a big move, and without his power with the undead scourge in Dessom, this battle will last a long time, and it is unknown how long it will last.

Countess Liadlin's proposal to form an alliance with Fort Riptide was a wise decision.

In the complicated expressions of the Blood Elf officers, Abomination and Banshee were slain one by one, and the undead Scourge in Dysom was finally eliminated.

"Raise your head, children of blood, glory to Sindore!"

"Our enemies will be destroyed!"

Looking at Dysom, there was not a single undead Scourge alive, and Furssell raised his sword and shouted, and the victorious blood elves let out a heaven-shattering cheer.

Not only did he remove the nails used by the Plague Legion to contain Silvermoon City, but also killed the traitor Darkan, and his own casualties were less than five hundred, as the first counterattack launched against his great enemy, the Scourge Legion, after the reconstruction of Silvermoon City, achieving such a happy ending was undoubtedly an excellent start for the entire Blood Elf Clan.

More importantly, the Blood Elves have finally opened up the passage with the outside world and are no longer alone in the Northland.

Leo smiled and looked at the excited Fursel, after this battle, the reputation of the Furssell who led the expedition will definitely spread throughout the blood elf clan, and the female elf who is willing to go to the Paladin for many years to live as an ascetic for the sake of the race will get the honor and respect that belongs to her.

"Haha, Sister Dnev, a big victory!"

Leo smiled and opened his arms excitedly to pick up Fursser, and the female elf didn't expect his actions at all, and was hugged by him.

"Little Soul Dan, you dare to take advantage of me, for the sake of your contribution this time, it should be a reward for you."

Furtsel whispered softly in Leo's ear, who smiled evilly at the success of the plot.

The Blood Elves, who were cheering in celebration of their victory, did not notice that a spider monster, a kobold with a scepter, was quietly dragging the bones of an undead tightly wrapped in green vines in the ground a hundred meters below their feet.

No one knew that one of the undead in Dysom named Dr. Veslim had vanished.

(To be continued)