"I've been wondering how Mr. Presto will help us..."

Standing on a hillside not far from the city of Dalaran, looking out at the city that was being lit up in the distance, and the monsters flying over the night, as a dead man, he shouldn't have been surprised, but he couldn't help but take a deep breath after witnessing the scene in front of him.

"It's... Dragon..."

Seeing that a dead man was shocked, the visions of Lord Presto, who were standing beside Glokush, smiled with satisfaction, as if he was pleased with the appearance of his "minions".

"Mortals think they are the masters of the world, and the magicians of Dalaran think that they can control the whole world if they master magic, and they arrogantly challenge the world, like a group of ants that challenge the giants, you see, I just flicked my fingers and let them see a fact..."

"What facts?"

Grokush flipped onto his horse, and as the skeleton was ready to charge, he looked back at the fading illusion of magic, and the mysterious lord's final taunt remained on his distorted face.

"I put them back in the system of life in this world, where they are right... You can trample to death with one kick... Ant! ”

Seeing the magic illusion disappear, the expressionless face of the orc death knight showed a trace of disdain, maybe this lord does have great power, but isn't he also disguised as a human and lives in the rules of a human being?

I don't know where this weird arrogance comes from...

"Click"

The black iron helmet was folded, revealing only gray eyes, and the battle axe in the hands of the Death Knight swung forward, a silent movement that signaled the beginning of the attack, and while the Death Knight rushed towards the burning Dalaran, in the other direction, the Orcs of Grom had already slaughtered into the panicked city of magic.

Dalaran, one of the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Race, the smallest country in terms of area, has only one city under the management of mages, and that is the pure white city of Dalaran located on the shores of Lake Lordamire, the sacred land of human mages.

In the second great war between the orcs and the humans that ended just a few months ago, the orcs led by Orgrim besieged the city, but the orcs failed to break through it due to the stubborn resistance of the mages, but a third of the buildings on the periphery of the city were destroyed by the fire.

After the war, the mages were busy working with the rulers of various countries to restore order in the human world, and on the other hand, they also seized the time to rest their only city.

And this move, which was not wrong, brought unimaginable disasters to Dalaran in the dark night of this dark raid.

More than 20 black dragons flapped their wings and flew over Dalaran, these behemoths were no different from the red dragons that the orcs once controlled, but the black dragons who were good at hand-to-hand combat were more robust than the red dragons, with larger wings, harder scales, more scorching and more lethal dragon fire, and a more brutal temperament.

It had been thousands of years since the Black Dragons, who had betrayed the Guardian Dragon Legion 10,000 years ago and had been hunted down and hidden, and now, these almost extinct black beasts suddenly appeared above the unsuspecting Dalaran, and they let out a low hiss, as if playing a cruel game, and set the newly built houses on fire with their scorching dragon breath.

Mages armed with knowledge and magic may not be afraid of black dragons, but ordinary people can't... The moment the first dragon fire came down, thousands of sleeping workers fell into a riot, and they fled in panic, like headless flies, driven by the dragon fire, which was obviously a certain strategy, and rushed towards the city.

Let the order of Dalaran be disrupted in an instant.

On top of the dozens of mage towers erected inside the city, the mages who could still move had already begun to act, and between the dragon fire that fell from the sky, the dark night of Dalaran was illuminated by the glow of magic channeled by the mages, and everywhere there were flying fireballs, ice picks, and some defensive barriers, the roar of magic, the roar of dragons, and the groms that rushed into the city along the fire. Hell Roar couldn't help but look up.

Everywhere you look, the flying light pulls out a brilliant trajectory in the darkness, as if you are watching a war movie, and the panic in the city in front of you is the background board of this cruel movie.

"Find the mage's treasury! Don't fight them! ”

Dalaran is different from Alterac City, there is still the power to fight back, so the chief decisively issued the order, and at the same moment when the orcs almost silently rushed into the streets through the chaos of the city, on the other side, the death knights also disappeared into the burning city like ink dripping into the sea.

"Where did these black dragons come from!"

Kael'thas . The Sunstrider Prince stood on the top platform of his mage tower, and around him, the mages of Quel'Thalas held up a sturdy barrier, some battle mages were banishing the black dragons from the sky, and the elven prince himself was contemplating the situation before him.

"Whew!"

A frenzied roar woke the prince up, and when he looked up, he saw that the purple barrier of the mage tower on his left hand side had been torn apart by the claws of the two black dragons, and the third black dragon had gathered its wings and slammed into the top of the gray mage tower like a meteor.

"Bang"

As if he had been hit directly by a cannonball, the bricks and stones flew sideways, and the prince clearly saw the disaster of those human mages, and the young apprentice was almost hit head-on by the black dragon, and between the blood splashes, his body was torn apart, just like the mage tower, completely destroyed by the brutal black dragon.

"That's the mage tower assigned to Master Khadgar."

Lannather, the High Elf mage standing behind the prince, whispered:

"Khadgar himself is not here, only a few apprentices are maintaining, and they are no match for the dragon at all... It's a pity. ”

The black dragon in the sky that had destroyed the mage tower shook its huge head, it was a little dizzy from the impact just now, but looking back at the destroyed mage tower and the bloodstains of the corpses in the ruins, it made the brutal beast feel a touch of pleasure.

It spread its wings, raised its head, and was about to express its emotions with a roar, when it saw the flamestorm from the right explode in the tedious and complex incantation, and the flames that erupted from the incantation were like a large net, enveloping the black dragon that was caught off guard.

"Help Dalaran maintain order, Lannasher, it's a kindness from Quel'Salas."

Prince Kael'thas had no expression on his handsome face, he took a step forward, suspended in the air, his ornate robes fluttering in the night wind, accompanied by the movement of his fingers, a crisp bird-like chirp sounded in the burning flames, and the magical elements flapping the wings of the flames flew into the air, and its body was dotted with flaming feathers like substance, with red and gold light fluttering, and a beautiful feather on the tail.

It looks like the emblem of Quel'Thalas, the real phoenix.

"O... Stop this atrocity! ”

The prince stretched out his left hand, and with a flick of it, a beating flame burst out from his fingertips like a cannon of light, knocking the other black dragon into the air, and the third black dragon opened its mouth to spew out a scorching shadow flame, but when it opened its mouth, the phoenix-like elemental creature flapped its wings and disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, the hot and slender beak pierced the dragon's neck.

With the roar of the black dragon's pain, the battle mages of Quel'Salas joined the fray, and this was just the beginning, the ruler of Dalaran, the magic from the Council of Six vibrated over the city, and it was clear that the mages were also enraged by the attack, and they launched a counterattack.

However, the black dragon in the sky has attracted too much attention, and the news of the orcs entering the city has not yet reached the ears of the mages, because the guys who have seen the orcs have been brutally killed.

"Bang"

The locked door of the vault of Dalaran Bank was split open by a roar of blood, and in the midst of sparks, the heavy door burst with a magical glow, and in a terrible and piercing warning sound, the tall Grom stepped into the mage's vault.

"This is it! The mages' treasures are here! Search! ”

At the chieftain's command, the orcs rushed into the treasury, and the fine collections, priceless works of art, and hard-to-buy manuscripts were rudely thrown to the ground, broken, trampled, and torn apart.

Behind Grom, the corpses of the six battle mages guarding the treasury were scattered on the ground, their bodies separated, and their last resistance left Grom with several warriors, but their warnings did not attract Dalaran's patrols.

Compared with the orcs, the black dragons who are making trouble in the sky are the real big trouble.

"Don't make a sound, and no one will hurt you, human."

At the same time, in the library showroom in the center of Dalaran, Glokush looked left and right, there were books everywhere, and in front of him, there was a human mage in a magic robe, he stood there, as if he didn't see the death knight rushing in at all, completely immersed in his own reading, a little flower cat was lying on his shoulder, looking at the death knight in front of him with curious eyes.

This unusual reaction made the orc froze for a moment, and then he stepped forward and tried to grab the strange mage's neck, but before it could touch the neck, a throbbing flame stopped Glokush's rough behavior.

"Human, tell me, where is the Eye of Dalaran?"

The mage turned his head and reached out to push the monocle on the bridge of his nose, his eyes not flustered or afraid, but rather a hint of curiosity that made Grokush creep up.

"You're a Death Knight? I've dissected a lot of your kind before, and frankly, this aesthetically unaesthetic combination of soul and corpse really doesn't interest me much, but you seem to be an exception. ”

The black-clad mage reached out and touched the kitten on his shoulder, he looked at Glokush, and after an embarrassing ten seconds, he seemed to lose interest, coughed lightly, pointed to the top of his head, and returned his attention to the book in front of him:

"The things you want are on the second floor, go get them, be quiet, don't disturb me reading... Otherwise, you'll be dissolved! ”

This attitude made the orc death knight a little confused, but instinct told him that there was something strange about the neurotic black-clothed mage in front of him, he took a step back, turned and walked into the upward staircase, and a moment later, the weapon pierced into the body, and the screams before death, as well as the rhythm of the magic launch, and the smell of blood, all this interference made the black-clothed mage's face flash a trace of anger.

"Mr. Bigworth, you say, are we going to kill this idiot?"

He stroked the kitten on his shoulder, as if to ask for the opinion of his pet, and the latter replied in a milky voice:

"Meow~"

"Well, then he's lucky."

Ten seconds later, Glokush walked down from the second floor with a box in his arms, behind him one after another blood-colored footprints, he glanced back at the strange mage, who seemed to be still immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and the death knight saw a line of golden threads on the mage's black robe.

"Kel'thugad?"

Glokush silently recited the line, and finally, in an eerie atmosphere of silence between the two, he strode out of the library.

The streets of Dalaran were already covered with corpses, most of them were burned by the breath of the black dragons, and a small number were hacked to death by the orcs, the black dragons in the sky were counterattacked by the mages, and they had already begun to retreat, Glokush looked around, he felt a magic force approaching, so he decisively rode his skeleton war horse and rushed out of the city.

Ten minutes later, at the edge of the forest where the Death Knights had set off, Glokush waited for the returning Death Knights... There were only two of them, and their horses were loaded with a variety of weapons.

"Only the two of you are back?"

The orc death knight frowned and looked at the two death knights in front of him, one tall and one short: "What about the others?" ”

"They're all dead, boss!"

The short Death Knight rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The orcs under the command of Grom slashed and killed humans at will, which attracted the revenge of the mages, and all the brothers were trapped, except for the two of us."

The tall Death Knight opened a bag full of weapons as if offering a treasure, and said to Glokush:

"Boss, we took advantage of the chaos to loot all of Dalaran's weapons shops and get back all the magic weapons we could see."

"Yes, yes!"

The short Death Knight answered:

"Our organization has a small number of people, but it still needs to be developed, and sophisticated weapons are a must, which is considered our dedication to the organization, but we have done some insignificant work."

"Huh? All dead at the hands of the mage? ”

Grokush didn't believe this at all, he could feel that the two guys in front of him were hiding something, but since they were able to escape from the burning Dalaran, it was a testament to their ability, according to Tyrion, these half-finished death knights were "cannon fodder" for sacrifice, and no one cared whether they lived or died.

"The things are in hand, it's time to retreat!"

The orc waved his hand and turned on his horse, and the short Death Knight asked in a low voice as he glanced back at the burning city behind him

"Boss, do you want to wait for Chief Grom to come along?"

"Why wait? What does their life or death have to do with us? ”