Perhaps no one in Dalaran City could accurately estimate the amount of this dark force, at least Mytir and Landalok, who were already on the verge of a bloody path, had unprecedented despair rising in their hearts when facing the undead creatures several times larger than those in the city.

But at this point, even the peace-loving and ceremonial Master Dalaran could only choose to fight.

Mytir, who is good at frost spells, and Landalok, who is good at fire and arcane, led about two hundred mages gathered behind them, and chose to fight hard as a last resort.

In fact, it stands to reason that with the two fifth-order mages of Maitiel and Landalok, even if they can't be completely suppressed, they can't fall into disadvantage when facing Baron Rivendell, who is also a fifth-order.

But the reality was that before Maitiel could pull out even a single fireball spell or ice arrow, under the extremely fast attack of Rivendell, a scarlet hurricane blew, and the head of the high-level mage rose into the sky, and with it, a bloody and pungent column of blood spurted out, directly scaring Landaloc and the mages behind him.

It's not that I haven't seen murder, in fact, in the thousand-year-long history of Dalaran, he has experienced countless wars, even Landaloc has personally experienced the dark years during the orc war, but... This kind of unreasonable, ferocious, bloody way of killing, this is the first time Landaloc has seen it.

"Molten Shield—"

"Flash—"

In the face of this terrifying level of fighting, Landaloc did not dare to slack off, and in just 1 second, almost all the defensive spells he was good at were thrown out in one go.

The blazing flames formed a shield around him, and after the light blue halo flashed, the distance between him and Baron Rivendell directly increased from the initial 50 meters or so to 500 meters.

However, as a fifth-order death knight, Rivendell's speed is not vegetarian, coupled with the speed provided by the bone war horse under his crotch, this guy is almost like a raging wind, when Landallok just flashed to the rear, Rivendell's attack was instantaneous.

"Ding!!

The Scourge Heavy Sword, with its terrifying shadow energy, slashed at the molten shield released by Randalok, making a sound of steel clashing.

And it turns out that when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, these Dalaran mages are really not very good at it.

Although Landalloc was able to block the fatal blow with the condensed molten shield, the mage was often slow to react to such hand-to-hand combat, and before he could react, Rivendell flew up and kicked Landaloc in the chest.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and God knows how fatal the kick of this fifth-order death knight was to Randalok, who had neglected to exercise.

He spat blood from his mouth and flew straight upside down, and after making a graceful arc in the air, he slammed to the ground, splashing a stream of filthy water.

The mages behind him are desperate, hundreds of thousands of undead in the city are wantonly slaughtering, and outside the city, there are countless undead who are guarding, and there is no way to enter the heavens and the earth, which is probably the case.

But when it comes to trouble, Gianna may be in even more trouble than Landalok!

She was facing hundreds of thousands of undead, and her location happened to be the center of these hundreds of thousands of undead, on a high platform outside Violet Square, Gianna was waving the staff in her hand, shouting loudly, trying to make those mages who were still capable of fighting form a strong defense.

Without the support of a standing army, the outermost defensive front of Dalaran had completely collapsed.

In the face of the undead, zombies, ghouls, and abominations that slowly surrounded them on all sides, as well as the snecromancers who kept resurrecting corpses, every mage who was in the line of defense couldn't help but clench his staff.

In this desperate situation, without Gianna's command, all kinds of magic, ice, fire, arcane, etc., the magical frenzy of these elemental energies gathered together, swept through the undead creatures that surrounded them, and forced them back for a short time.

But before a few seconds passed, another wave of offensive appeared, and the low-level undead rushed towards the defensive line formed by the extremely tired mages under the command of the last Fang Tryed, and the undead under Xue Huan's command once again exerted their most powerful advantage in this situation - number!!

Gianna looked at it, as far as the eye could see, it was almost full of black oppressive immortal spirits, and she couldn't see the end at all, at this moment, even if she had experienced a big scene, she felt a trace of despair.

Without the heavily armored soldiers in front of them, relying on pure mage troops alone is completely useless, after all, no matter how strong the firepower of the mages is, there is no way to stop the approach of the undead.

They are all trading what little magic they have left for the last time.

One minute!

Five minutes!!

Ten minutes !!

After fifteen minutes of persistence, Landaloc was covered in bruises, and the young mage swore that he had never met such a formidable opponent, and he lay on the ground dying, staring with bloodshot eyes at the guy who was stomping on his neck, this guy... It's not a human being, it's a killing machine, and with a bloody butcher's knife reflected in Landaloke's eyes, he can't see any hope anymore.

And the mages who were trapped on the other side were the same, fifteen minutes of magic frenzy, they almost killed nearly 10,000 undead, but this could not reverse their final defeat.

They did their best.

After frantically throwing ice arrows and ice storms, Gianna, whose magic power was completely exhausted, turned pale and her lips were pale, she looked around, the mages were struggling to resist, but to no avail, in the face of the vast sea of undead, every second, several mages fell, and every second, several lives were lost.

It's over, it's all over!!

Gianna looked at the sky for the last time, and the gloomy mist seemed to herald the demise of Dalaran today.

"Could it be... Are we really going to die here?" muttered the mage.

The historic Princess of Kul Tiras, a witness to several historical events in Azeroth, had despair in her eyes.

The mages were still fighting, they were still roaring, even ordinary people who had been cornered, not to mention the arrogant Dalaran mages, who did not want to die humbly, they held their staff high and rushed forward like warriors.

On the battlefield of death and blood, it all seemed so sad, but at this moment, a loud horn sounded.

"Woo!woo!!"

Gianna looked up blankly, her eyes slowly brightened, slowly turning from despair to hope.

This is... It's Lordaeron's horn sound!!

There was a stir in her heart, others may not know, but she still remembered that it was Lordaeron's trumpet, and they... There is hope.

(End of chapter)