And just when the entire Shadow Moon City was facing an unprecedented catastrophe and was in a state of tension, on the western outskirts of the city, in an unattainable, shining light blue mage tower, the elven wizard Darkan, wearing a dark gray robe, with a staggered face, was sitting on his throne.

He held the Wizard's Scepter in his left hand and a small purple glow in his right hand, and after looking around, a smile appeared on his lips.

"The time seems to be near, Samael. Darkan's cold voice echoed through the empty mage's tower.

Not far away, Samael, who was wearing the same dark gray robes as Darkan, was holding a small purple thing in his right hand, and he and Darkan were facing each other, and a dark red circle appeared on the floor between the two.

As a fifth-level mage, Darkan has always been deeply loved by the Mage Council of Silvermoon City, and the Sun King Anastarian has relied on him a lot.

Although not a powerful figure, Darkan has resources that many mages in Silvermoon City envy - independent mage badges, free access to the Phoenix Hall to communicate with the Sun King, and even his own independent mage tower.

In the eyes of the rest of my colleagues, this is not much different from having supreme rights.

At the same time, as a fifth-level mage who has studied spatial abilities from beginning to end, Darkan has the ability to master the ability to tear through space, and within the reach of his mental power, he can move people or things within this space at will.

I have to say that in the Azeroth continent, there are not many characters who can truly control the laws of space, which is one of the reasons why the Sun King Anastarian relies on Darkan very much.

But perhaps he didn't expect that Darkan's ambitions were much more than that.

Under the skin of Darkan's intelligence, wisdom, and clarity, there has always been a restless and uneasy.

Like Kel'thugad, he longed for power, and even more so for supreme power, all of which Anastarian could not give him.

In Warcraft's history, he was a capricious villain, and his thirst for power led him to betray the High Elves and throw himself into the arms of Arthas, and now, it is clear that the conspirator's fangs of the famously reckless ambition seem to be even stronger, and his allegiance to his master, Xue Huan, seems to be stronger and more insane than the original Arthas.

"Have the rest of the people been sent out?" Darkan took the time to inquire about the progress of the plan as he guided the unknown circle.

"Of course. Samael, with his eyes closed, nodded. "It was sent out two days ago, and now they should be almost ready. ”

He looked around, if it weren't for Darkan's vigilance and excavation of an unfathomable secret laboratory under the mage tower, I am afraid that they would have been arrested and imprisoned by now.

"Well, those people are my henchmen, and the task of destroying the magic net enchantment can be left to them, and we just need to..."

"Boom !!"

At this point, the ground suddenly trembled, as if it had been an earthquake.

In the violent shaking, the books on the shelves were scattered on the ground, and the bottles and cans on the table also fell to the ground, being smashed to pieces, and colorful viscous liquid flowed sideways.

The tremor lasted for nearly ten seconds, and after a strong shaking, Darkan and Samael looked at each other for a few seconds, and both of them could see the joy in the other's eyes.

Those guys... Sure enough, it worked!!

On the other side, Anastarian, who had been standing in the highest mage tower in Silvermoon City, had a look full of incredulity.

"The Magic Net Enchantment... Broken?"

As a descendant of the former ancestor of the High Elves, Darth Rema, Anastarian has formed a contract relationship with the magic net enchantment that has guarded Silvermoon City for generations since he was born, and once the magic net enchantment is lost, his spiritual power will remind him as soon as possible.

There are moles...

It was the first thought that arose in Anastari's peace of mind.

The Demonic Web Barrier is indestructible, and neither the once murderous Amani trolls nor the bloodthirsty orcs can forcibly destroy the barrier with brute force or magic, so the problem must be within.

To be honest, the reason why Anastarian dared to release those undead into the Silvermoon Forest was because of the powerful power of the Demon Net Enchantment, in addition to his full trust in the troops under his command. He was fully confident that he was able to use the nearly 200,000 High Elf troops to enchant the magic net to block the undead forces and even wipe them out outside Silvermoon City.

But the sudden change interfered with Anastarian's plans.

Exactly who betrayed the country, Anastarian has no way of knowing.

But he knew very well in his heart that now was no longer the time to care about this, because in addition to losing the natural barrier of the Demon Net Enchantment, they had to directly face the hundreds of thousands of Scourge Legions.

Moreover, in terms of land area, the entire Quel'Thalas is actually only one-third the size of the Lordaeron Empire, and once those monsters break through the magic net barrier and occupy Silvermoon City, the nearby Queldanus Island will also be doomed.

You know, there are hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians gathered there!

Anastarian placed his hands on the windows of the Mage's Tower, and the green tendons on his hands crumbled.

He was almost racking his brain for a solution, until he inadvertently turned around and saw the world map hanging on the wall, and the wise Sun King immediately entered into thought, and a few minutes later, he waved his hand at the herald.

"As quickly as possible, let Archmage Rothman contact the Knights of the Silver Hand, I remember that the scout sent out a few days ago said that the Lordan Lundon Dalongmir, Hillsbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands are still basically stable, just to see if they can send some reinforcements or receive some civilians under the circumstances that we have fought together against the orcs. ”

"I can promise to have the remnants of Quel'Thalas join them in their fight against the undead when the war is over. ”

Before the herald left, the Sun King hesitated for a moment, and emphasized again: "Remember, during the war, you can be flexible during negotiations, and whatever the human side wants, as long as it does not interfere with the overall situation, you can reluctantly agree for me." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The herald hurried out of the mage's tower, and Anastarian looked at the eerie "ant colony" outside the city, a raspy roar that shook his eardrums.

Then, he turned his gaze to the sunwell behind him, and the king suddenly had a premonition that the sunwell, which had protected the High Elves for thousands of years, might be doomed this time.

(End of chapter)