Chapter 248: Opportunity! Akmund's Manifesto! (2-in-1 6500+)

Invincible moved beneath Arthas, shaking its neck with its front hooves as if it were still infested with mosquitoes.

The Death Knight and the Grand Lich overlook Dalaran from the top of a small knoll, and despite the blood streaming from the streets, the city's towers glow with gold, white, and purple.

It took Arthas and the Scourge a month to lay down the Well of the Sun, and the Scourge even lost the Cryptlord Anubrak, the Scourge General. But after entering the Dalaran Library and finding the Book of Medivan to re-emerge, it only took two days for the elite undead under the command of Arthas, Sylvanas, and Kel'thugad!

The mages who had fought Arthas not long ago now stood by his side. Most of them were so badly damaged that they could only be used as shells to throw at the invading enemy, but some ...... Some can also be put to use. The skills they learned during their lifetime are now used by the Lich King after their deaths.

Kr'thugad was as excited as a child on the morning of the Winter Veil, and he hurriedly flipped through the Book of Medivan and threw himself on the new treasure, which made Arthas, who was in a hurry to complete his task, a little impatient.

"Stop bothering with that broken book! In the future, you will have time to study slowly! The Ring of Power has been laid out according to your requirements, Lich. Are you ready to start calling? ”

"Almost."

The Grand Lich replied with a casual wave of his hand, and then refocused his gaze on the Medivan manuscript in his hand. Kel'thugad's skeletal fingers retorted without raising his head after turning a page over the book:

"Broken books? No, you don't understand the Prince of Arthas, knowledge is power! There's so much knowledge I need to absorb in this precious tome, and Medivan's knowledge of demons alone is shocking. I suspect he's actually far more powerful than anyone thinks. ”

"What is certain is that he is not strong enough to escape death. In a word, the work he started, we will do it...... Just today.

As Kel'thugad spoke, a dark green vortex began to form. The Dark Lord Tikdios, the leader of all the Dreadlords, appeared just as he finished speaking, and raised his voice and mocked. The Dark Lord's tone was as arrogant as ever, which made Arthas, who had always had no affection for these Dreadlords, even more upset, and even had the tyrannical idea of stabbing Frost Sorrow into the demon's mouth......

"Let the summoning begin!"

Tikdios gave the order haughtily and disappeared just as quickly. As the most cunning demons in the Warped Void, the Nasrezm have always been the best at disguise and self-preservation, as evidenced by the fact that their true bodies never venture into the main plane.

Kr'thugad, who was repeatedly urged by several people, reluctantly stopped reading to absorb the knowledge from the Book of Medivan and floated towards the summoned position.

In the middle of the range marked by the four small obelisks, there is a shiny ring carved with arcane markings. When Kel'thugad took his position with a book of powerful spells, the borders of the ring glowed purple as if they were alive. At the same time, with a slight explosion, eight pillars of fire rose from beside him. Kel'thugad turned his head, his eyes flickering with a rich soul fire staring at Arthas:

"The survivors of Dalaran City will be able to sense the energy of this spell." Kel's Gadian tone was stern and warned. "Don't let them interfere with me, or if the summoning ritual is interrupted, the disorderly expanding spatial rift may just send us to the void...... When the time comes, it's all over! ”

"I'll protect your bones, lich."

Arthas raised the Frost Sorrow in his hand, and assured the great lich with a confident smile that the previous Shun Lì action had allowed the Death Knight to get rid of the shadow left by Old Don and Kael'thas in his heart, and his confidence was bursting!

As Kel'thugad promised, it was easy to enter Dalaran, kill those who had set up barriers to stop them, and then get what they needed. Arthas even killed Antonidas, the ** master who used to look up to the mountains, and he restored how powerful he thought that old man was.

Thinking of the defeat of Antonidas, Arthas's mind once again suddenly flashed a thought: if Gianna was here, he believed that she would come out to face him and plead with him as before. But she hadn't succeeded before, and she wouldn't have had any better luck this time, unless...... Either way, Arthas knew in his heart that he was glad he didn't have to fight the woman......

The unusual movement in the city of Dalaran caused Arthas to quickly turn his attention back to the present.

The gates of Dalaran opened, and Arthas pursed his gray lips and smiled. A large part of the reason why the previous actions were so smooth was because of the advantage of natural disasters!

Yes, there will always be many powerful mages in Dalaran, but they don't have well-trained soldiers...... Besides, not all of Kenrito's mages were gathered in the city. But now, after so many hours, those mages don't seem to be idle!

They teleported two armies.

On one side is a crown of armor, and on the other side is a distinct battle mage and many soldiers in Lordaeron's robes... And the other side......

"Whew~~~"

Thousands of rough "beasts" roared in the sky!

Sharp-clawed, tall, thick-haired, with the saliva that Arthas was accustomed to seeing on ghouls' faces, and his green eyes glittered with bloodthirsty hunger...... The helpers summoned by Dalaran's mages are like a pack of giant wolves walking upright!

"What is this? Werewolves? Very good! Looking at those wild figures who looked up to the sky and roared at high speed, Arthas was overjoyed in his heart, and said to himself mockingly. The Death Knight needed such a fierce battle, burying in his heart with blood and killings memories of the woman and his youth......

Raising the Frost Sorrow, Arthas felt the excitement of the divine weapon in his hand, and the Lich King's reassuring voice of excitement and relief came from his head.

"Frost's sorrow is hungry and thirsty," the Death Knight turned his head and roared in a bloody and wanton tone at his army of the dead, pointing at the armoured defenders of the Arcane Capital and the raging werewolves, "let your slaughter satisfy its cravings~!" ”

"Scourge Legion, attack!"

The Scourge roared, and the painful scream of "Her Majesty the Queen" was especially loud in the piercing roar, and the arrows that pierced the sky pierced the head of a werewolf, and the sharp arrows that broke through the skull nailed the next galloping werewolf to the stone pavement. The strong expression of "Her Majesty the Queen" made Alsace's heart more and more happy. Even though she was dead and unable to disobey his orders, the woman still resisted him, and Arthas took pleasure in forcing her to kill those she would rather protect!

Beneath Arthas, Invincible curled up, then rushed forward at full speed with a long hiss. Some of his terror army remained behind to protect Kel'thugad, but the vast majority followed their leader like a tidal wave, and in an instant they clapped with the mage's helpers, and in an instant blood splattered and wailed!

Among the soldiers teleported by Kenrito to defend the city, Arthas recognized the uniform patterns of many people. They used to be friends, but that's all in the past, as inconsequential as yesterday's weather. Thinking about it this makes it so much easier for the Death Knight, who thinks nothing but the satisfaction of killing bloodthirsty.

Frost Grief feasts on souls just as merrily, rising and falling to cut flesh as easily as parchment. The summoned werewolves were tall, muscular, ferocious and agile, and inflicted a lot of casualties on the Scourge Legion, but they weren't enough for Arthas and the elite undead such as Abomination and Crypt Demons......

The first wave of werewolves that rushed up had been pushed and engulfed by the walking dead who were several times their size, and either resurrected to fight for the Scourge or left worthless to be left in place to be used as a ration for ghouls......

At this time, a second wave of attacks rushed in, this time not only with a larger number of werewolves, but also with the help of Lordaeron's forces and even the mages of Dalaran, who wore Dalaran's purple robes embroidered with huge eye insignia. With the howl of the werewolf and the roar of the human soldiers, a large cloud of magic smashed straight into the sea of the undead composed of the walking dead, bringing a large number of casualties, and the momentum of the Scourge Legion's advance was forcibly contained for a while......

However, Alsace also has his reinforcements!

It seems that those demons also want to protect themselves......

Huge meteorites roared down from the sky, trailing green flames of evil energy behind them. Their impact shook the earth, leaving huge craters, and then crawled with demonic flames, and stone giants crawled out like stone golems—brainless destruction and killing machines, hellfire!

Arthas glanced back from his shoulder, the archlich Kel'thugad already levitated in the air, hands outstretched, horned head tilted back. Crackling evil energy shot out from him, gradually forming a green sphere.

Then, abruptly, the lich lowered his arm and exited the ring step by step.

"Come, Lord Akmund!" Under the agitation of the magic power, the Great Lich was covered in chains and robes, and Kel'thugad shouted, "Enter this world, and let us bask in your power!" ”

The green orb radiated light, growing higher and brighter. Suddenly, a pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, and as if in response, several bolts of lightning crackled down and struck the outer edge of the ring.

Then, on the originally empty earth, stood a huge figure tens of meters high—evil and terrifying, but with a certain dark and dangerous elegance.

Arthas turned his attention back to the battlefield. The retreating magical fireworks of Dalaran had exploded in the sky, and it was clear that the mages had seen what was happening, and their army had turned their horses around and rushed back to the sanctuary of Dalaran - though it seemed to Arthas to be only temporarily safe.

And as the mages and their reinforcements retreated, a low, loud, tyrannical and arrogant voice overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the battlefield:

"Tremble, mortal, despair! Destruction has come to this world! The Burning Legion will set the world ablaze! ”

With a wave of Akmund's hand, a sand castle has quietly taken shape in front of the polluter, and the vivid sand castle is a look like Dalaran Castle. In the next second, Akmund was already laughing maniacally and crushing the corner of the sandcastle......

The earth rumbled, and Invincible writhed restlessly, raising his horse's hooves as if to minimize contact with the ground as much as possible. Arthas glanced up at the Magic Capital with a quick glance. At this time of day, the city's towers are always a dazzling sight, shining with pride and glory in the fading twilight.

But when he looked over at the moment, a low cracking sound came. The spire of the tallest and most beautiful violet minaret in the city suddenly fell slowly and mercilessly, tumbling down with the desperate wails of the mages, as if the center of the tower had been broken by an invisible hand......

Like dominoes toppling down, the rest of the city soon crumbled and collapsed, and the loud sound of destruction echoed in Alsace's ears like thunder. This voice made Arthas, who is now already a few hero-level masters, a little frightened......

"Let the world burn!"

Amid the wanton howls of the arrogant proclamation, and the terrifying and unbelievable methods of terror, the demonic leader of the Burning Legion, the right-hand man of Sargeras, the polluter Akmund...... And so it became...... At the same time that several hero-level masters of Thunder Cliff felt the majesty of Akmund, the monstrous terrifying aura of the polluter alarmed the attention of countless masters on the Azeroth Continent......

……

Stormwind, the recently rebuilt Stormwind Fortress, is even more glorious than the one that was once destroyed by the orcs.

And in the study of the Count's Mansion in the aristocratic district of Stormstorm, the Duke of Berval, dressed in civilian clothes, was playing against the noble and glamorous Countess Catlana Presto, and her infatuated gaze from time to time obsessively stayed on the Countess's glamorous face, while the Countess seemed to turn a blind eye or dismiss this obsessive gaze, and occasionally laughed with the Duke of Bellval and moved the chess pieces...... The atmosphere of the whole study room is ambiguous and ambiguous.

Suddenly, Duke Boval Furtagen, who had been obsessed, suddenly came to his senses, stood up with a "Teng" sound, looked at the direction of the powerful and evil aura coming from the north with a solemn and worried look, and was silent for a long time.

"Katrana, I think this game needs to be paused for a while. I have something to discuss with His Majesty the King and the Archbishop......," said the Duke, turning his head to the charming countess, with a stern expression.

"Go ahead, it's important to get down to business!"

The countess also stood up, stepped forward and helped Boval arrange his collar like a wife, and replied lightly with a charming smile. With that, he gently flicked the dust on the dress on the Duke's shoulder.

The Duke of Berval nodded to the countess, and then strode out of the study with a solemn expression. Without looking back, he didn't notice that behind him, the countess's face became gloomy, and her charming black eyes flashed brightly, and she whispered to herself:

"This great power...... Even if it's not much better than my father...... The warmth and dryness of the Ironforge Fort deep in the mountains is the polar opposite of the icy and snowy waters of Kazmodan outside the city, with huge lava rivers flowing through the bottom of the city, and dozens of large and small furnaces are in full swing day and night.

King Magni Copperbeard, leader of the Kingdom of Kazmodan, master of Ironforge. As an excellent blacksmith, he is working hard in the melting pot in the middle of the city to smash a giant sword like a wood knife.

Sensing the tyrannical power from the north, Magni Copperbeard's hammer slammed into the air and narrowly missed it. After that, he looked at the heroic middle-aged human paladin beside him with a surprised expression, and after seeing the latter's equally shocked expression, he blurted out in disbelief:

"Alessandro, do you feel it?"

Standing beside Magni in a blood-colored armor, Alessandro Mograini recovered from shock and nodded at the dwarven king with a solemn face, but the speed of the flow of holy light on the plate armor, which was originally isolated from the high temperature of the furnace, suddenly became very fast, and after a while, he said in a stern tone to Magni Copperbeard:

"Magni, the speed of forging must be accelerated! The sooner we complete the forging of the Ashes, the more powerful we will be able to fight against the forces of evil! ”

After hearing the words of old Mograine, the dwarven king nodded solemnly, no longer paying attention to the terrifying coercion from the north, and concentrated on picking up the blacksmith's hammer, and continued to temper the large wood knife that had just been scooped up from the lava.

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In the solemn and peaceful temple of the moon god, the high priest of the moon god Tyrande* Yufeng, who was silently praying under Elune's statue, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction opposite the continent.

Amber's bright eyes were full of horror, and he muttered in a trembling tone, "Such an evil and hideous momentum...... Who opened the portal for the Demon Lords of the Burning Legion? Will the terrible battle of 10,000 years ago be repeated......"

"Elune's brilliance never dims! May the Goddess of Mercy shelter your people as darkness falls! ”

Barely calming down her frightened feelings, the priestess had closed her eyes and muttered a prayer to the moon god Elune. At this moment, the door of the temple was violently pushed open, and a priestess, guarded by two Night Elf sentinels, walked quickly into the temple and whispered in the ear of the graceful Tyrande:

"High Priestess, there's an urgent military intelligence coming from the Moonlit Glades...... At the same time, the deepest part of Tedashir's underground prison, which was heavily guarded by the guards.

In the deep and lonely darkness, a faint sound of Suosuo was heard, and then a hoarse and weak but still unruly speech suddenly sounded in the prison:

"Do you feel it, Mavi?"

"Shut up, Illidan! Whatever the hell you're up to, put it away for me! Another distinct rebuke echoed in the outstretched cell, and the voice of the speaker was cold, cold and quiet.

"You know what this coercion represents, Mavi! It's the demons of the Burning Legion! It's Akmund the Polluter, I can make out his evil breath! Let me out, I can help! "In the deepest part of the prison, Illidan Fury, who was wearing his upper body, grabbed the iron bars full of imprisoning magic circles with both hands, and continued in a sincere tone!

"Hah, let you out? Let you persecute our people with demons? Rise? The heroic figure of the warden Ma Wei Yingge finally appeared in front of Illidan's eyes, and looked at Illidan who was imprisoned in the prison and mocked with disdain.

"Damn it, let me out! Tyrande needs my help and protection! Illidan roared angrily at the warden with red eyes, frantically pounding the prison fence engraved with the imprisoning runes, even ignoring the lightning emitted by the attack on his arms after the magic circle scorched his strong arms, and in the end, the arrogant Illidan even did not hesitate to put down his dignity and begged: "Akmund will put Tyrande in danger!" She needs me, please, Mavi! Please! ”

"Put away your cunning, Illidan!" In the face of Illidan's plea, Mavi* Yingge seemed to be hard-hearted. With a gloomy face, he stared at Illidan, who was still clinging to the fence with a gloomy face, and responded in a cold tone: "I won't give you any chance!" ”

With that, the warden Ma Wei had already turned around and strode away in the direction of the exit of the prison. And behind her, a true love full of resentment and tyranny instantly filled the entire cage.

"You'll regret it, Mavi!"

Illidan, who collapsed to the ground, said in a deep voice in a gloomy tone that Ma Wei had never seen before:

"You'd better pray that Tyrande won't be harmed in any way, or one day I'll have all the caretakers bury her! And you...... It is better to live than to die! ”

"I swear!"

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On the Echo Islands, the three-way melee between the Fishmen and the Naga, the Kurtilas Navy, and the Darkspear Trolls quickly subsided after the Orc forces entered the battle strongly.

The Dark Spear Trolls, who had received a strong will from the orcs, not only drove the Fishman troops back to the sea with countless corpses, but even the powerful Naga Siren, who commanded the Fishmen troops, who had the advantage of the home field, was also beheaded by King Sarufar's battle axe! And the naval detachment of Kurtiras is even more miserable!

Because the stormtroopers and marines had already landed on the shore and were caught in a scuffle and could not extricate themselves, more than 50 second- and third-class warships were attacked and captured by the goblin sailors under the command of Gazruvi under the condition of insufficient manpower and caught off guard, and lost their way to retreat! And the troops on the shore were also beaten by the orc warriors and dark spear headhunters of the Kukaron Guard......

Eventually, when Major Warren, the supreme commander of the detachment, was captured alive by Brooks, the remaining Admiral Kul Tiras, under the orders of Major Warren, surrendered and became captives of the orcs and trolls, and were escorted back to the settlement of the orc landing site by the returning orc troops.

In Thrall's Great Chieftain's tent, Thrall, the Sarufar brothers, Itreig, and two heroic Darkspear Trolls are around the round table drinking the Thunder Bluff ale that Don gave Thrall. When they felt the monstrous terrifying coercion of Akmund, all the heroes and masters in the big tent put down their wine glasses with solemn faces almost at the same time, especially the Sarufar brothers and several other orc heroes of the older generation, and their eyes flashed fiercely!

In a few moments, the curtain of the military tent was suddenly lifted, breaking the silence in the tent.

I saw the roar of hell, who had just ridden back to the camp on the wolf warrior, and walked straight to Sal's side with a lot of anger, and said categorically: "Goode's prophecy has been fulfilled, Sal!" I think we need to leave for Stonetalon right away...... In the quiet forest of the Grey Valley, the king of the jungle who was talking to two ancient trees of war, Cenarius the Immortal, was suddenly stunned! Then, in the puzzled and surprised expressions of the two ancient trees, they looked at Dongfang with solemn and heavy faces......

The "Demon ......" accompanied by the whispering of Cenarius, and the trees of the entire forest instantly swayed violently, making a sound like a tidal wave...... Nature has felt the wrath of the king of the jungle!

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"The sand of time began to flow, this is the time of mortals, the twilight of the gods......"

In the Cave of Time, the Bronze Dragon King of Time, Nozdom, stared at the huge hourglass in front of him, and muttered in a low voice, and the huge and strong body disappeared in an instant in the next second, without a trace......

The countdown to the Battle of Mount Hyjal has begun...... Q