The green sphere in the sky radiated light, growing higher and brighter. Suddenly, a pillar of fire soared into the sky, and the sky responded to its request, several lightning bolts crackling down on the outer edge of the ring. After a few breaths, a tall, muscular figure stood in the otherwise empty place, with a certain dark and dangerous elegance. Arthas was momentarily obsessed, and Frost Grieved a spirit, and Arthas quickly turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Within the remnants of Dalaran, the call for retreat sounded, and it was evident that the mages had seen what was happening, and their army turned their horses and rushed back to the shelter of Dalaran. Although it seemed to Arthas that escaping back to Dalaran was only a temporary safe, Dalaran would eventually be destroyed by them. And as they fled, a low, loud voice overshadowed the noise of the battlefield.

"Tremble, mortal, despair!

Arthas raised his hand, and with the simplest gesture, the Scourge army stopped and retreated. As he galloped toward Kel'thugad, keeping his eyes on the giant demon, Tikdios reappeared and teleported. The Dreaddemon Dynasty bowed deeply to the figure. Arthas tugged at the reins at this scene and watched from afar.

The Dreadlord who had always been arrogant shrank uncharacteristically, Arthas saw it and felt a little funny, and listened to the Dreadlord from a distance, and even his figure changed: "Lord Akmund, all preparations are complete. ”

"Good, Tikdios. Huh?" Archimund saw his severed arm and asked him with some confusion, "What's wrong with your arm?

Tikdios gritted his teeth with a look of remorse and said, "It was lost in a battle at Quel'Salas, and I was careless. However, great Akmund, rest assured, this Quel'Salas is no longer capable of stopping you, their capital has been completely destroyed by us, and the king has died at our hands!"

Akmund nodded, "This is the fate of all those who rebel against us!Tikdios, the Lich King is of no use to me, and now the command of the Scourge is yours!"

Arthas was suddenly grateful that he had spent enough time meditating when he was a paladin in the past to keep his shock and anger from showing. Even so, Invincible sensed the change in him and jumped nervously. He jerked the reins to calm the undead horse. The Lich King is no longer useful?Why?Who is he, what is in him?What will be born in Arthas?

"Soon, the Legion will conquer the world once again. But first, I'm going to use these tiny wizards to make an example of their city as a dust stain of history. ”

He strode down, standing proudly and majestically, his feet a pair of hooves, each step stomping heavily on the ground, his armor glowing in the twilight of pink, gold, and lilac. Beside him, Tikdios followed suit, always bending respectfully. Arthas waited patiently for them to go away, then turned to Kel'thugad and whispered, "What are you kidding!

"Be patient, young death knight. This is also expected by the Lich King. There may be a place for you in his grand plans. ”

Perhaps? Arthas quickly turned his head to look at Kel'thugad, his mouth open, finally suppressing his anger. Whether it's a demon or a Lich King, if anyone treats Arthas as a tool to be used and thrown away, he'll immediately let them know how wrong that idea is. He's done so much, he's lost so much, and he's given up so much for it. Now he is no longer the same person he used to be, and everything he has paid must not be worthless!

While Arthas was pondering, the earth began to rumble and shake. Invincible moved restlessly, raising his horse's hooves as if trying to minimize contact with the ground as much as possible. Arthas glanced up at the City of Mages. At this time of day, the city tower of Dalaran is always a lovely sight, shining with pride and glory in the growing twilight. But as he looked, there was a muffled cracking sound. The spire of the tallest and most beautiful tower in the city suddenly fell slowly and mercilessly, tumbling and falling downward, as if an invisible giant hand had smashed directly into the center of the tower.

The rest of the city didn't make the top of the collapsed tower wait long, and soon it crumbled and collapsed, and the loud sound of destruction echoed in Arthas's ears like thunder. The voice startled him, but he didn't take his eyes off.

He single-handedly contributed to the fall of Silvermoon City, leading the Scourge army to defeat it. But it's like a wave of the hand, and a city is gone, it's too easy. Silvermoon City: They are the prizes of bloody battles. And Akmund seems to have destroyed humanity's greatest city without having to be on the battlefield. Is this the power of demons?

Arthas scratched his chin thoughtfully, pondering the matter of Akmund and Tikdios. Between his legs, Frost's Sorrow shone brightly.

Before the dust of Dalaran had dissipated, a new stranger had entered, and Arthas was about to stop it, when he stopped at the sight of the hooves of her feet. Another demon, Arthas pouted, this female demon grew true love, and it couldn't reach his shoulder.

The female demon was Iori, who walked quickly to Akmund's side and bowed, "Dear Lord Akmund, welcome to Azeroth. ”

"Are you, Kil'Gardan's succubus, and have you found the guy who invaded the tomb of Sargeras?"

"Not yet. Seeing that Akmund's gaze had become fierce, Iori hurriedly said, "But we have found the Well of Eternity!"

Akmund's eyes changed immediately, and he asked her loudly, "What did you say, the Well of Eternity?"

Iori was shocked by his momentum, and hurriedly said: "Yes, it is the Well of Eternity that the Burning Legion descended on this world ten thousand years ago, and now it is on the other side of the sea, in a place called Mount Hailar in the north of Kalimdo6. ”

"Very good! Very good! Your present is extremely good! I will take credit for your work to heart! We will be out at once now!"

Iori stood in front of Akmund and suddenly said, "Please wait a minute!"