Dalaran made a mistake.

Antonidas did not expect that Arthas would lead an elite team of Death Knights and Lich squads, with the cooperation of the Dark Ranger Sylvanas, to break into Dalaran and steal the Book of Guardians.

When Sylvanas became the Banshee King, her golden bow of Quel'Salas changed. The dark golden divine power was mixed with the power of the shadows, making the longbow turn black all over, except for the place where the arrow was fired. Now this longbow is called "the queen's elegy".

The Dark Ranger's unpredictable stealth ability keeps this raid team perfectly hidden. They burst into Antonidas' mage tower and killed the leader of the human mages after a fierce battle.

And Dalaran still didn't know anything about what was happening in his boss's mage tower. Their energy was dragged away by the army of natural disasters that feinted outside the city, and the undead plague that was spreading inside the city.

It wasn't until long after the raid team left with the Book of Guardians that the heralds discovered Antonidas' mutilated corpse and the top of the mage's tower.

And the Scourge Legion is ready for everything at the moment.

Not far outside the city of Dalaran, Kel'thugad stood in a huge circle, the Book of the Guardian spread out silently on a stone platform in front of him. The space in the circle began to become unstable, and the spatial cracks seemed to have been cut out by an invisible blade. Through the spatial rift, one could vaguely see that the opposite side was a pitch-black twisted void, and a rich evil energy emanated through the rift.

An endless sense of oppression pervades the area, and on the other side of the rift, there seems to be an incomparably powerful creature waiting to descend on the world.

Wetland area, Torbarad.

Deathwing, who was immersed in his experiments, suddenly paused, and he looked up in the direction of Dalaran.

Alexstrasa, the Red Dragon Queen who was firmly trapped by the dark golden divine power next to her, also temporarily stopped her bickering with Deathwing.

"The breath of power ... It's Akmund the Polluter!" She looked horrified, then snapped into Deathwing.

"Let me go! Now, I must go and inform the Dragons, inform the Titan Father! If you release me now, I can stop pursuing the atrocities of using my dragon eggs and offspring for experiments!"

Deathwing glanced at the Red Dragon Queen sarcastically, "Three months, that's three months." You can take this as a madman's insistence. ”

"Deathwing, you abominable madman! you're indirectly destroying the world!"

"Shut up, you stupid female dragon, do you think that demon will succeed? That Titan god is far more cunning and cruel than you think! I wonder what form that demon lord will die in a tragic way, and I am full of anticipation, but unfortunately I can't go to this killing feast. ”

There was a commotion outside the cell, and Deathwing seemed to sense something, and he immediately got up and walked out.

A member of the Night Child Cult stood silently in the pitch-black plaza not far away, several dragonmen holding weapons at him.

The Child of the Night saw Deathwing in human form, and looked at him with cold eyes, without respect or fear.

"Deathwing, oracle of His Majesty the Emperor, you will immediately set off for the continent of Kalimdor to participate in this holy war. ”

Deathwing was stunned, he didn't care about the attitude of the Children of the Night, anyway, the Holy Cult Army was all this kind of virtue.

That Titan even let himself go?

Without the constant mad whispers of the Elder God Enzos, Deathwing remained insane and evil, but he no longer had the idea of destroying or judging the world.

He has now set himself a small goal: to get a 180,000 Twilight Dragons out first.

During this time, Deathwing became a mad and evil biologist, living in the depths of Tol Barad and not going anywhere.

As for the kingdom of Alterac, let him die! A human nation, after losing its only use to kill boredom, what can you do?

"I'll go, but ... I'm away from this time, the Red Dragon Queen... Deathwing haggled with a face.

"Your Majesty said that the period of your absence will not be counted as three months, and it will be extended by yourself when you return. The Nightchild's face was full of impatience.

Deathwing, who had received a satisfactory answer, had no doubts, and as he watched the Children of the Night disappear in a burst of arcane teleportation light, he thought for a moment before turning back to his cell.

The huge blue body of Akmund the Polluter crouched on the ground, looking at Dalaran in the distance, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Where did this weak race come from?

He raised his right hand and waved it a few times, and the sand on the ground flew on its own as if it were alive, and quickly formed a sand castle, a sand castle that looked like a dararan.

Akmund's palm slammed through the sandcastle, then tugged and clenched violently.

The sandcastle began to crumble.

Not far away, Dalaran was also like this sand castle, which had the same collapse.

Alsace and Kel'thugad looked horrified, and a chill and fear came over them. How powerful is the power of this demon?

Dalaran was destroyed.

It's like a sandcastle on the ground that has been reduced to scattered sand.

Dalaran was also in ruins at this moment, and all the mages who didn't have time to escape were buried with the city.

Akmund stood up and glanced at Arthas and Kel'thugad 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 to Kalimdor, and I will let those elves know that they dare to resist the fate of the Burning Legion!"

The Polluter is still haunted by the defeat of the War of the Ancients. In his opinion, everything in the world of Azeroth, except for the Night Elves, a race that can be enemies of the Legion, is an ant. As long as the Night Elves are defeated, then there will be no more power in this world to stop the Legion.

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

He deliberately concealed what kind of existence would await him after coming to Azeroth.

Arthas bowed down and 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, Mount Hyjal!

Goal, World Tree Nodashir!

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

In the wetlands, a black dragon roared from the sky, his body was covered with the same black steel armor, and the jaw of his head was also wrapped in a huge iron chin armor, the sharp armor was like a blade, reflecting the sun.

Deathwing flapped its wings and whistled past the Danmoro region, almost scaring the dwarves of Ironforge.

The second stop is Stormwind, where King Ryan nearly orders all-out war and emergency evacuation and evacuation, when Deathwing crashes down on the gates of Stormwind, tearing down the massive white stone gate.

"My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Destiny, the Terminator of All Things. Unstoppable, unstoppable!"

"By the command of the Titans, any ant that dares to invade this world will be reduced to ashes in my flames!"

Immediately, Deathwing, who had completed his evil taste, suddenly turned around and flew towards the continent of Kalimdor.

"Your Majesty... Deathwing seems to have gone to join the Hyjal Holy War?" said Archduke Berval cautiously.

Ryan looked furious.

"I don't care if he's going to a jihad or a masquerade, that mad dragon has demolished the gates of Stormwind! I care where the bill for the reconstruction goes!"

"Uh... Maybe... Where's the Divine Venerable?"

Ironforge, King's Hall.

Enraged, Magni slammed the report to the ground.

"Lao Tzu's Dam, Death Wing that Kills a Thousand Cuts, You Destroy Lao Tzu's Boulder Dam!!"