But is the Scourge leader so easy to kill?

Xue Huan, who had just stepped into the square, laughed out loud when he saw Antonidas coming up: "Hahaha!!Antonidas, you have fallen into my trap! You are the same as your city... It's over!"

The old mage, who was casting spells quickly, suddenly frowned, and the pale yellow light on his body quickly flowed, allowing him to swap places with a timeline illusion he had left behind, and in the next second, a huge catastrophe heavy sword slashed fiercely, completely tearing apart the illusion that the archmage had left in place.

The fifth-order death knight, Gavenrad, is covered in blood and appears in the chaos, armed with a blood-stained Scourge sword, which has drunk the blood of the civilians of Dalaran for an unknown reason.

"Kill... Kill you all!!!I'm going to be the master... Kill all of you!!"

The evil Death Knight gritted his teeth and looked horrible with a terrifying expression, his blood-red eyes staring at Antonidas, but the old mage ignored him and looked behind him.

On the other side of Violet Square, Antonidas also felt a cold that could freeze his soul, and the old mage, who was already a little tired, turned his head and saw an endless tide of frost, along the ground, along the buildings, and even along the air, from the streets behind him, to the battlefield.

Floating in the air, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, wearing a crown on his head, holding a Trojan Horse Staff, his whole body is covered with pure white bones, and he is locked by six magical chains, and the great lich with a huge amount of magical power is locked in the breath that freezes everything, and throws a blow of Frost Nova with his hand, breaking through the frozen building, and aiming directly at the mage Dalaran who is shivering in it.

In its nervous "hehe" laughter, the screaming mage was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the Great Lich placed his white claws on the ice sculpture, and with a slight twitch, the pale green soul fell into its hands, and the ice sculpture burst open, turning into a sky of stars.

"Hehe... My esteemed Mentor Antonidas, I am back, with death and despair... I'm home. ”

Kel'thugad scoffed, its hollow voice full of gloom. Xue Huanyin, who was knocked away by an explosive fireball from the old mage, shook off the black big sword behind him, put the frost sorrow on his shoulder, and strode to the old mage's side, the black mist unfolded again, swallowing everything behind him.

Xue Huan still smiled sinisterly, he knew that this old guy had no way out, Antonidas was only a lord-level magician at best, and he and the great lich Kel'thugad were also at the lord level, and even himself, he had reached the peak level of the lord, maybe after killing Antonidas, he would be able to directly break through to the hero level.

Hero level...

Perhaps for many Azeroth creatures, the hero level is nothing, for example, as Kel'thugad told him, there are still many demigod-level creatures sleeping in the Azeroth underground, and there are, for example, the five-colored dragon, which is at least the legendary hero-level existence.

But even so, the hero level is already a terrifying existence in the entire Azeroth Continent, just thinking about it, Xue Huan, who has been trying his best to pursue power all the way, has already evoked a cold smile.

He, Gavonrad, and Kel'thugad were surrounded on three sides by Antonidas, and the square was empty, but outside the square was chaos.

Black represents death, red represents blood, and white represents frost.

Three powerful forces converged in the wide Violet Square, the space was still locked, and all the ways of life were blocked.

The old mage glanced up at the sky that seemed to be far away, he knew that he had been calculated, and in the face of two lord-level opponents, coupled with the ambush of a fifth-order death knight, it would be difficult for him to get out of here alive.

Whether it was Gavinrad, who had fallen into a Blood Death Knight, Xue Huan, the leader of the Scourge, or even his disciple Kel'thugad, who had completely thrown himself into the arms of darkness, no one rushed forward, because these cunning guys knew that once Antonidas, who had mastered the mysterious power of time, went completely insane, he could definitely spell out any of them before he died.

No one wants to die at the dawn of victory.

This gave the old mage one last moment, and he put his purple glowing eyes of dallage on the ground, took his delicate ebony pipe from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

Pure tobacco from the Stormwind Kingdom sent a spicy and fragrant scent into his nostrils, and the old mage squinted, and in the rising smoke, he seemed to see his past, to see Medivan, to see Tyrenus in his youth, and to himself.

He smiled heartily, tossed the pipe in his hand aside, straightened his crooked black sharp-horned hat one last time, and the next moment, the time of crazy flames and riots erupted on the battlefield where the three parties maliciously converged.

The golden light and red flame seemed to pierce the spreading darkness, and seemed to shine the brightest and last hope in the sunset where the sun set for the last time.

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"All the mages, follow me!!"

Gianna, dressed in a blue robe, held a delicate crystal staff and commanded the chaotic wizard squad to evacuate, in fact, in the entire Dalaran, Gianna did not have any command in terms of seniority or strength.

However, after Crassus and Ronin followed Kael'thas to Quel'Salas without being found, and the members of the Council of Six, including Modra and Derlandon, were in a chaotic battle situation, Gianna, as the chief disciple of Antonidas, naturally had to take on the task of giving orders.

And in the history of Warcraft, Gianna, as the daughter of Admiral Dalein Prodmore, is a woman who acts calmly and is good at analyzing the situation, so it can be said that the woman who can leave her name in the history of Warcraft is not a character to be messed with.

Under Gianna's command, some of the mages seemed to have found the backbone, and they formed a small team to keep warm, cleaning up the undead along the way, while fleeing towards the outside world of Dalaran.

At the same time, Archmage Randarok and Maitiel also led a large number of rescued mages to trek through the sea of the dead and the icy lake, facing these ordinary zombies and ghouls, the two of them who were sixth-order mages could be easily killed, but the ordinary mages behind them could not.

In addition, most of the undead army is attacking the city now, and most of them are hand-to-hand combat, which is even more unfavorable for the mages to play.

Of course, this is not the worst, when the two of them finally led the mages to kill left and right, and after clearing out about a hundred undead creatures, they came to a kilometer away from the outskirts of Dalaran, a death knight with barbed arms and fierce eyes was already waiting for them.

And through the blade of the Death Knight on the skeleton warhorse, Landaloc vaguely saw the even greater army of the undead behind the guy, they were gnashing their teeth, as if they had been waiting for a long time... Tear them to pieces and swallow them in your belly.

(End of chapter)