Ever since he got his hands on the Book of Medivan, Kel'thugad has been studying it, bathing in the world of magic, and has been deeply impressed by Medivan's magic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Arthas rode his invincibility around, stomping his feet and shaking his head as if it were flesh and blood, and was being bothered by flies. This is its memory, a deep memory. He stood atop a mound overlooking Dalaran, a city still glistening in the sun, glowing with golden-white and purple softness, but the streets were bleeding. The mages who had been fighting him a moment ago now stood beside him. Most of the enemies are already fragmented and of little use other than cannon fodder, but there are still some ...... They can also use their skills to serve the Lich King after death.

Arthas looked at Kel'thugad's obsessive look and was a little annoyed.

"Is the circle ready? Sorcerer. Can you summon? ”

"Come on," replied Kel'thugad, turning another page with his bony fingers, "this book is so important, Antonidas is a terrible thing." Medivan's knowledge of demons alone is astonishing. I suspect he's stronger than anyone thinks. ”

Before Kel'thugad could finish speaking, a black-green vortex began to form in the air, and as soon as he finished speaking, the Dreadlord Tikdios appeared.

Tikdios's usual arrogant tone added fuel to Arthas's fire, and he said, "He's just a pawn of Sargeras, you two should summon Lord Akmund quickly." Don't talk nonsense, his old man can't wait anymore...... Just today. Start calling! With that, it was gone.

Arthas looked unhappy, these demons, sooner or later......

Kel'thugad floated into the circle. The area is marked by four obelisks, with a dimly lit ring drawn in the center of them. As soon as Kel'thugad took the book into place, the lines of the circle flashed with purple flames, crackling and crackling, and eight pillars of flame erupted from all around him. Kel'thugad turned his head to stare at Arthas, his eyes shining.

"Those who are still alive in Dalaran can surely feel the power of this spell," Kel'thugad warned. "I must not be disturbed, or we will fail."

Arthas said proudly: "No one can pass through my defenses, wizard, do your own thing. ”

As Kel'thugad said, it is relatively easy to slaughter those mages who resist, enter Dalaran, and get what you want. Arthas was even able to kill Antonidas, a ** teacher who once felt incomparably powerful.

If Gianna were here, she would surely come to him and impress him with the past they once shared together, just like before. But this time she wasn't so lucky, unless- he was glad he didn't have to see her in front of him.

Arthas's attention was abruptly drawn back to reality. The door suddenly opened, and the corners of Alsace's gray lips curled into a smile. Before, the Scourge was a little surprised - yes, many powerful mages have been living in Dalaran, but there are no well-trained troops here, and Kenrito's mages have no combat experience at all. But their magical knowledge kept them going for a while, just for a while, and they weren't going to be idle. Now they've teleported an army over.

Good. Arthas was expecting a real battle to bring back to his mind the thoughts that had disturbed him about Gianna Ploedmoore and his lost youth.

He lifted the Frost Grief and felt it tremble in his hands, listening to the soft voice of the Lich King soothe his soul.

"Frostmourn is hungry," he said to the soldiers, pointing to the armored defenders of the City of Magic, "let's satisfy its appetite." ”

The Scourge roared, the angry cries drowned out all the noise, and Arthas smiled more pleasantly.

Part of his dreaded army remained in the rear to protect Kel'thugad, but most followed him to kill the enemy.

Arthas recognized the dead mage that Kenrito had teleported. They used to be friends, but that was a thing of the past, and to him it was as inconsequential as yesterday's weather. It was easier now, he didn't feel anything, only the pleasure of the frost's sorrow, it shone brightly, singing and enjoying the feast of the soul, rising and falling and sharpening iron like clay.

The first wave of soldiers fell, some were called to serve the Scourge Legion, others useless were left in place; Then came a second wave, this time with mages dressed in the purple robes of Dalaran and embroidered with the emblem of the Holy Eye. But again, Alsace has a new helper.

The demons seem to have joined the defensive battle of the summoning ritual as well.

The boulder trailed with a trail of gut-green flames, screaming through the sky. The earth shook as they fell, and out of the crater crawled out of the stone golem, like a number of rocks being held together and manipulated by some evil green energy.

Arthas glanced back, only to see Kel'thugad levitated in mid-air, arms outstretched, horned head raised. Torrents of energy crackled and gushed out, and a green sphere began to form. Then, suddenly, the lich stepped out of the circle.

"Show up, Lord Akmund!" Kel'thugad shouted. "Enter this world and let us bathe in your power!"

The green sphere pulsated, stretched, taller and brighter. In an instant, a pillar of flame soared into the sky, causing a series of lightning bolts to burst out of the circle. Immediately after, in the place where there had been nothing, suddenly a form appeared—tall, powerful, with a certain evil and dangerous elegance. Arthas turned his attention back to the battlefield. It seemed that the other party was beginning to retreat - it was clear that the mages had at least understood the situation, and their army had urged their horses to flee back to the safety of Dalaran - and Arthas wondered how long it would be safe. People were fleeing, and a deep, loud voice cut through the noise of the battlefield.

"Tremble, mortals, despair! The end has come to this world! ”

Arthas raised his hand, and with this simple gesture, the large group of Wrathed soldiers immediately stopped their pursuit and withdrew from the battle. He galloped to Kel'thugad, but his eyes could not take his eyes off the great demon lord. At the same time, Tikdios teleported here, and as usual, he appeared every time the danger passed.

The Dreadlord bowed deeply. Alsace reined in the reins and chose to watch from afar.

"Lord Akmund, everything is ready."

"Very well, Tikdios," Akmund replied, nodding perfunctorily at the demon who was lower than him. "Since the Lich King is of no use to me, from now on it is up to you Dreadlord to command the Scourge Legion."

Arthas was suddenly glad that he had spent so much time in meditation and self-discipline, otherwise he would never have been able to keep his shock and anger from showing. Despite this, Invincible felt the change in his mood and raised his front hooves uneasily. He tugged on the reins to silence the undead horse. The Lich King is no longer useful? Why? Who the hell is using him, and what's wrong with him? What does this mean for Alsace?

"Soon I will give the order to start the invasion. But first, I'm going to make an example of these insignificant mages...... I'm going to destroy their city and turn it into the dust of history. ”

The Demon Lord strode away, his body straight, majestic and arrogant, his steps firm and decisive, dusk creeping in, his armor shining in the rose, gold, and lavender twilight. Tikdios, who was still bowing his head next to him, also strode up to follow. As soon as they were far away, Arthas confronted Kel'thugad, "Isn't that a joke!" What's going on now? ”

"Be patient, Your Highness. The Lich King foresaw this, too. In his grand picture, you may still have a place to play. ”

Possible? Arthas jerked towards the necromancer, his nose fluttering with anger, but he held back his anger. Anyone - whether the demons or the Lich King himself - thought that Arthas was a tool to be used and discarded, even if only for a moment, would immediately let them know that they were wrong. He has done so much—he has lost so much, he has given up too much of himself, and he must not just be abandoned.

How can all this be in vain.

All this will not be in vain.

The earth trembled. Undefeated tossed and turned, raising his front hooves, as if trying to touch the ground as little as possible. Arthas immediately looked at the City of Mages. The towers are at their most beautiful at this time of day, and they shine in the twilight. But just as he was looking at the beautiful scenery, a deep popping sound was heard. The spire of the tallest and most beautiful tower in the city suddenly collapsed, and it tumbled slowly and inevitably to the ground, as if it had been crushed by the hand of an invisible giant.

The rest of the city soon crumbled, turning to dust, and the sound of destruction rumbled in Arthas's ears, shaking him with horror, but he never looked away.

He once commanded the Scourge and single-handedly handled the destruction of Silvermoon City. But the scene in front of us - it was so easy, just a snap of a finger...... Silvermoon City was a hard-fought victory. It seems that Akmund could easily destroy the most magnificent city of mankind, even without being there in person.

Arthas pondered Akmund and Tikdios, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

On his knees, the sorrow of frost glowed coldly. (To be continued.) )8