From the very beginning, Kael'thas, who was far away in Northrend, was watching the fight.

He sat on the throne at the top of the ice, watching the battle unfold in the flame mirror with great anticipation, but the result was disappointing.

"The sword made by the Dreadlord is not even comparable to that of a human?"

Sargeras was also disappointed when he saw Frost's sorrow break.

"What kind of goods are your men?"

Kael'thas sneered angrily:

"One is less useful than the other."

"You don't do the same, this Death Knight is working for you right now."

Not to be outdone, Sargeras replied:

"What are you going to do now? Looks like your defenses won't be able to stop them for much longer."

After Arthas's defeat, Kael'thas had only one Deathwing.

The partial Kael'thas still has to deal with the remaining few Elder Gods, and he doesn't have time to go back and make a move himself.

"Hmph, these guys can't make much of a difference."

Kael'thas snapped his fingers, and Althaston in the Flame Mirror was impaled by the chain of fire before disappearing.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Sargeras was a little puzzled, and although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could sense the decision of Kael'thas on the surface of his consciousness.

"It's time to riot after killing him, I don't want these disgusting guys to go around."

Kael'thas snapped his fingers again, and Arthas's body appeared out of thin air on the ice platform in front of him.

"Then why not absorb his power?"

Sargeras inquired thoughtfully, sensing that Kael'thas had shaped the flame cage.

"The power of the undead was developed by your demons."

Kael'thas looked at him and said mockingly:

"Am I going to be stupid enough to absorb these powers and have you find the loopholes?"

Sargeras did have such an idea.

The Lich King's power seems to be perfect, but the mind that can sense countless souls also has a great impact on the individual, and those who receive the power are prone to loopholes in their thoughts.

Kael'thas made the right decision.

"The next thing I'm going to do is to show them that everything they're doing is meaningless."

After throwing Arthas into the cage, Kael'thas turned his head to look at the flame mirror.

His eyes gleamed golden. Everywhere the eye went, the flames in the sky suddenly became dense and violent.

On the border of Quel'Salas, a rain of flames fell.

Every drop of rain is a flower of flames, and people fall one after another before they can react.

Before Kalia and Varian could react to Arthas's sudden turn of events, there was a bang on the battlefield, and the undead, orcs, and humans, all the soldiers who were clinging to the ground, fell to the ground with weakness and sparseness.

The eyes of the living are closed, and the phosphorus fire of the dead disappears.

"It's not good, it's sleep!"

The mighty soldiers and their commanders have not yet fallen.

"Hurry up and find shelter."

Sylvanas reacted first to stop the retreat.

The entire legion began to move, and the elite forces of the Undead Scourge did not come to stop them because they had lost their master.

Thrall and the druids made a large dome out of clay to house the legionnaires. The flower of flame fell on the dome, and luckily there were no explosions and accidents.

However, in such a short period of time, there were less than a thousand survivors left in the vast Legion Alliance.

Their decision to defeat Kael'thas by the crowd was the wrong decision from the start.

"Alright."

Kael'thas at the top of the ice retracted his gaze in satisfaction, and the flame mirror shattered.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Sargeras was surprised by his movements, but also had some doubts:

"Why don't you let the rest of the group fall asleep too?"

He understands that it takes a lot of strength to put a group of powerful beings to sleep. But Kael'thas should have done the right thing.

"If you don't leave some people to the end, this game is too simple."

Kael'thas smiled indifferently. Raise your foot and take a step forward, and disappear into the top of the ice in an instant.

He still has several Ancient Gods to deal with.

Before returning to the Hanging Gardens of Flame. Deathwing would stop the mortals in his place.

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I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed since I was born, and the supreme Black Dragon King has finally become a gatekeeper.

He was the head of all guardian dragons, destroying countless demons and dragons with the wave of his hand, and all life had to fear him.

However, at this moment, there is no past glory in his eyes.

The moment Kael'thas left the top of the ice, his command was transmitted to the Black Dragon King's body.

"Destroy the mortals below."

The Black Dragon King opened his godless eyes from the Garden of Flames and led the dragons down the nest.

Countless impure-blooded black dragons, distorted color void dragons obscured the sky. A scorching flame spewed down from his mouth.

The simple protection created by the people of Saar's people crumbled in an instant.

"Deathwing!"

When the commanders saw the Black Dragon King flying on top, everyone changed color in unison.

When the Four Guardian Dragons are not there, no one here can beat it.

"Hurry up and get ready for the transfer!"

Someone immediately prepared the magic circle, but at this time, Onexia's eyes lit up.

"Nope. And so on."

She took the initiative to stop the mages from casting spells, her eyes flickering at Deathwing.

"It seems to be getting weaker."

The Black Dragon Princess's fear of her father was deeply hidden, but the arrival of the Black Dragon King did not bring her the extreme panic she had in the past.

Although I don't understand why, Onexia will not let go of this great opportunity for revenge.

"Weakened?"

Looking up at the huge black dragon, most people didn't believe Onexia's words.

"The elemental also tells me that he has weakened, but he is still no different from the other dragon kings."

Sal closed his eyes and perceived, and his voice sank:

"As long as we are determined to move forward, there is still a chance to win."

The question is, does anyone have the determination to do so.

Kalia was the first to stand up:

"We're going to try."

As a knightly queen, she will not back down in the face of difficulties.

Onexia and Sylvanas also walked over.

"It seems like it's good to give it a try."

Aurelia followed, and the others looked at each other and made the same choice.

Deathwing, the weakest ever to eradicate it, would be a blessing for mortals if they could take this opportunity to eradicate it.

However, their chances of winning are still slim.

"Destroy them."

Deathwing commanded his dragons to attack and flew high in the sky to watch, giving him an absolute advantage in the rain of fire.

Let's not talk about how many people in the legion will sleep in the fire and rain, and how many will die at the hands of the dragons

Even if these mortals were unharmed, they would pose no threat to him.

An elephant that has lost most of its strength is still an elephant and can never be eaten by ants.

Mortals are always too naïve. (To be continued.) )