The huge blue body of Akmund the Polluter crouched on the ground, looking at Dalaran not far away, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain.

Where did this weak, lowly race come from?

During the War of the Ancients, only the elves were the threat.

The polluter raised his right hand and waved it a few times, and the sand on the ground flew on its own as if it had come to life, quickly forming a sand castle, a sand castle in the shape of a Dalaran.

Then, Akmund's palm slammed through the sandcastle in front of him, and then he tugged and clenched it a few times.

Sandcastles began to crumble and collapse in full.

And not far away, Dalaran was like this sand castle, with the same collapse.

Everything was ruined, and the human mages in the city were drowned in the collapsed ruins before they could figure out what was going on.

Arthas and Kel'thugad looked horrified, and a chill and fear arose over them.

How powerful is the power of this demon lord?

Dalaran was destroyed.

Like the sand castle that has been reduced to scattered sand on the ground.

At this moment, the city is already in ruins, and all the mages who did not come and escaped are buried with the city.

Akmund stood up and looked at Arthas and Kel'thugad standing next to him with the eyes of an ant, and then glanced at the Scourge with the eyes of a bedbug.

"Immediately cross the sea and go to the continent of Kalimdor, I want to let those Night Elves know that they dare to resist the fate of the Burning Legion!"

The Polluter still haunts the defeat of the Ancient War, and in his opinion, everything in the world of Azeroth is a lowly ant except for the Night Elves, a race that can be called the enemy of the Legion.

As long as the Night Elves are defeated, then there will be no more power in this world to stop the Legion.

As for this group of so-called undead natural disasters, they are just a group of low-level cannon fodder that can be consumed, and Kilgardan likes to engage in these useless garbage out, and he has no courage to face the enemy head-on.

But what he didn't know was that his good brother, the fraudster Kilgardan, didn't tell him all the truth and truth.

He deliberately concealed what kind of existence would be waiting for him after descending on the world of Azeroth.

Brothers on the surface, terrifying as horror as striking.

Arthas bowed to the order, and then immediately ordered Kel'thugad to prepare the ship.

Thanks to Kurtiras's large number of undead shipbuilders and undead sailors, the Scourge soon assembled a large ocean-going fleet.

Target, Kalimdor Continent, Mount Hyjal!

Goal, World Tree Nodashir!

Akmund will drain all the essence of the World Tree, crush the Holy Land of the Night Elves, and shatter the hope of the Night Elves!

Then, the Burning Legion will finish the unfinished business of 10,000 years ago and burn this deplorable world to the ground.

However, before leaving, there was a big problem within the Scourge Legion: they suddenly had civil strife.

According to Arthas's plan, Sylvanas, the Banshee King, and her troops were bound to go to Kalimdor together, but it backfired, and the Banshee King finally waited for his chance and stabbed Arthas in the back.

Sylvanas's forces suddenly launched a large-scale rebellion, they attacked the troops sent by the Scourge Legion, and used the identity of high-level undead to gather more basic forces, and those who were loyal to the Lich King and could not do so were obediently slaughtered under the pressure of high-level undead, and did not dare to resist at all.

At the same time, the Banshee King also intercepted the sea ships that the Scourge Legion had worked so hard to collect, and then burned them to the ground.

Because Akmund had already gone to the continent of Kalimdor first, and Arthas also led the main force of the Scourge Legion to follow, so Kel'thugad, who set off as a follow-up, could not go, and the ship was burned and walked a woolen line.

Moreover, Sylvanas has been secretly preparing for a long time, so the current offensive is extremely fierce, and the troops of the Great Lich are screaming, which is called a rout one after another.

In desperation, Kel'thugad had no choice but to retreat to the Eastern Plaguelands, where the Lich King's newest war fortress was delivered: Naxxramas.

Naxxramas is a military fortress suspended in the air, forged entirely from the iron of Salon, a specialty of the Norsen continent, and has been sent over as the base camp of the Eastern Kingdoms.

The Great Lich Kel'thugad is now full of grievances against Arthas, the first filial son of Lordaeron.

Okay, satisfied! Let you kill Sylvanas, let you resurrect her, now it's okay, this sinister and cunning banshee king has really turned back!

No wonder the Titan god didn't say a word about it, as if nothing had happened, it is estimated that this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that the dog man and woman have planned a long time ago!

Kel'thugad believes that Sylvanas was out of the control of the Scourge Legion the moment she woke up, and then lurked until now, just to stab her in the back and strengthen her power by the way, using the Scourge Legion as a stepping stone.

Now that the elite main forces have crossed the sea with Arthas, the undead natural disasters on the Eastern Kingdom Continent are powerless to stop the Banshee King's counterattack, and the northern regions are falling one by one.

Sylvanas fought and slaughtered, and by the time her forces had made their way through the Silverpine Forest to the ruins of Lordaeron's capital in the Tirisfard Glade, the Banshee King's ranks were incomparably larger.

And the Banshee King was not one of those kind of promiscuity, and every time her troops found a cemetery, or a mass of corpses, they would revive the dead and expand their size.

With that group of High Elf Scourge mages, their expansion rate is simply snowballing,

Slaughterhouses and psychic towers were erected, and corpse trucks were thrown around, bringing caravans of shredded corpses and pieces of flesh, which were then assembled into brainless abominations and flesh giants.

Coupled with a large number of High Elf Death Knights and Wailing Banshees, Sylvanas's forces are now the most powerful Scourge force in the Eastern Kingdoms Continent, and Kel'thugad, who has retreated in the Eastern Plaguelands, can only avoid it.

And the Great Lich's prediction was not wrong, Sylvanas really began to lead his army to attack the ruins of Lordaeron, and the military strength of the two undead legions was not comparable at all.

The Lich King's Scourge Legion, the ruins of Lordaeron are all low-level cannon fodder undead, with rotting zombies and skeleton soldiers accounting for the vast majority.

You're leaving them to fend off the Death Knights, the Wailing Banshees, and the Abomination and Flesh Giants?

To Kel'thugad's surprise, Sylvanas was resurrected as a big man.

Archmage Antonidas, after the Scourge Raid team killed him, Arthas left with the Book of Medivan, Sylvanas did not immediately follow, nor did he obey Arthas's order to shatter corpses, but quietly took the corpse away, leaving behind a corpse for the eyes and ears of the dead ghost.

Now, the Banshee King has resurrected Antonidas in a frenzy, transforming him into an archlich with the help of the ancient god Cthulhu.

Crazy, crazy!

Kel'thugad said that the battle could not be fought, that the situation was completely out of control, that Sylvanas, who had been freed, was messing around, and that no one could stop her.

All in all, the ruins of Lordaeron's capital soon fell, the Lich King's forces were slaughtered, and Sylvanas got everything she wanted.

Soon, the construction of an underground city of the dead will begin.

The Dark City will be the embodiment of the Dark Queen's strength.

All free undead will be subject to the rule of the Banshee King.

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