"No, no!"

A hoarse roar sounded in the remote corner of Silvermoon City, in a dark alley in the business district, the corpses of more than a dozen High Elf guards patrolling the city were lying in the alley, and there was not a drop of blood on the battlefield that should have been splashed with blood, on the other hand, those corpses, under the armor, were all dry and thin bones, and the blood of the whole body was sucked dry in an instant.

And among these corpses, there stood a figure in a blood-colored cloak, he looked a little irritable, and under the robe, there were a pair of young hands, crystal and full skin, like a handsome elf, but the top of the ten fingers, there were curved nails, in the dim light, the dagger-like nails, shining like metal.

Darkan. De La Heel looked at his hands, which were like works of art, tearing open the throats of at least 300 people, and there was no living creature left in the forbidden prison where he was imprisoned, and all the prisoners and guards had become sacrifices to the first bloody madness in Darkanza Rhine's life.

After he came to his senses, he put on a new set of clothes and came out to wander in the shadows of Silvermoon City, he returned to the youthful posture of nearly a thousand years ago, his body was full of endless energy, in the past hour, he enjoyed his new life wantonly, killed many people, and enjoyed the pure body of a lot of young and beautiful elf girls, that long-lost passion really made him miss it very much...

But how can the satisfaction of ** compare to the kind of soul pleasure that comes with every blood drawing?

However, after all, Darkan is a powerful ** master, he quickly woke up from the psychedelia of nascent power, he was like a serious scholar, and began to try to control his new power, but after repeated experiments, Darkan discovered a fact that made him very disappointed.

The power of blood is very strong, it can be said that it is stronger than Darkan's expectations, immortality, rejuvenation of youth, blood shaping and blood magic, all of which make him obsessed, but the biggest problem is that after seeing the power of the Mother of Blood with his own eyes, the power of blood that is increasing with the number of times he draws blood cannot satisfy the greed that has been released in Darkan's heart...

"The difference is too great..."

Darkan's fingernails slowly retracted, he clenched his fist, smashed his fist on the wall beside him, and a clear fist mark appeared, representing Darkan's inner anxiety, he recalled the night 4 days ago, the power of the Mother of Blood suspended in the blood moon swept all things, he gritted his teeth, and said to himself:

"That's what I want... Blood! It must have been caused by blood... Yes, Aurelia's blood of Celein comes from the King of the Darkblades, the bloodline of the ancestors of Celein known to date, yes... Definitely because of this! ”

"The blood of the King of the Blades hides a secret that I haven't discovered yet, and that secret makes me stronger... As strong as the full body of the Blood Mother, no... It's a power that is more powerful than that! ”

"I want to get it!"

"Hehehe, I'm bound to get it!"

Darkan let out a low laugh, he glanced back at the corpse behind him, the urge to draw blood echoed in his bones again, but this time, Darkan's eyes were very calm, his figure strangely turned into a swarm of vampire bats and disappeared into the dark alley, starting to look for the next victim.

The blood shape that took the Blood Lords months to master, Darkan had completely figured it out within an hour of the transformation, and it could only be said that the real Xueba was so willful.

Moments later, in an alley in the harbor of Silvermoon City, a female officer in armor fell into a coma during the strange attack and fell weakly into Darkan's arms.

"Well, it's time to try the blood transformation... You have been chosen, my first heir. ”

And just as Darkan was waiting for his blood servant to wake up, a noisy commotion suddenly erupted outside the calm port, which even attracted Darkan's attention, and Salein quietly poked his head out of the alley, and saw that on the sea outside the dock not far away, a chaotic and icy fleet was approaching.

The blood of Salein gave Darkan superior senses and vision, allowing him to see the shadows of the fleet more clearly than those High Elves, and he could clearly see the tall figures standing on the ships, the dead covered in frost, those ominous breaths, the cold temperature of death, which made Darkan's eyes widen in an instant.

"Darkblade Undead?"

"Nope! It's not a dark blade... This feeling, like a puppet... A puppet with manipulated souls, from the north..."

Darkan's superior wisdom immediately reminded him of a terrible truth, it had been 4 days since Aurelia was captured, but the Darkblade undead in the southern frontier had not made any unusual moves, and at the moment when Quel'Thalas had transferred all his forces to the southern forests, an undead from the north easily knocked on the barrier... Like a deadly blade flying from the sky, it stabbed into Quel'Thalas's most fragile heart.

"He's already acting! Tyrion... The undead of the north, ah... Lo and behold, Anastarian and all of Quel'Salas have been tricked! ”

Darkan's blood-red eyes quietly turned to the island of Queldanus, across the sea from the mainland of Quel'Thalas, and looked at the huge building shrouded in a golden magical halo, the Well of the Sun, the most important treasure of Quel'Thalas.

There's what he needs there too... And Darkan was still planning how to blend in, but the gift that fell from the sky in front of him gave him a near-perfect opportunity.

At the moment when Darkan discovered that the northern undead had entered the territorial waters of Quel'Salas, in the Sun-Chasing Court of Silvermoon City, the Sun King Anastarian also received the news from the garrison of Yangfan Harbor, and what Darkan could find, Anastarian could naturally find out.

"Bang"

This urgent report was slapped on the table by the Sun King, and he clenched his fists with a gloomy face:

"Let the Firewing Legion teleport our soldiers back as quickly as possible, and the fleet of Yangfan Harbor must stop this unknown group of undead before they approach Silvermoon City and the Well of the Sun!"

"Under the shroud of the Banty Renor Enchantment, these undead will not be so easy..."

"Bang"

Before the Sun King's words were finished, a loud bang erupted in the southeast direction of Silvermoon City, the Sun King's face changed drastically, he walked out of the palace quickly, on the steps of the Sun Chasing Royal Court, he looked to the southeast, under the sun, in the sky, a huge magical storm was swaying in the southeast sky in a crazy attitude, just like the night of the orc invasion, when the barrier was destroyed by Tyrion.

Almost at the same moment when the barrier was broken, in the sky above Silvermoon City, thousands of meters above, beyond the clouds that had exceeded the limit height of magic detection, a huge frost bone dragon covered with endless frost roared and tore through the clouds and landed towards Silvermoon City.

That's not a head... That's a bunch!

It was like a chaotic swarm of alarmed bees, but it wasn't a bug that could be pinched to death, but the bones of a mighty dragon awakened after death, and on top of the frost-covered bones carried the tall Viku undead... Along with the bone dragons descended on Silvermoon City, there was a massive, cold, ruthless will.

Belonging to the will of the Lich King, it has finally shown its fangs, deadly fangs, for the first time in civilization, after years of hibernation!

"Fix the enchantment! Do whatever it takes! ”

The stone railing in the Sun King's hand shattered in the midst of the magic, and in the midst of the splatters of rubble, the Sun King's muffled voice woke up the royal mages throughout the royal court.

The High Elves are not forgetful creatures, in fact, after the Bantirenore Barrier was destroyed once during the Orc Wars, the Sun King ordered the wisest mages of all of Quel'Thalas to unite and use their collective wisdom to improve the ancient workings of the barrier, and they were not willing to fall twice on the same stone.

But the Banty Renor enchantment shrouds the entire Quel'Thalas, and the source of magic power inside is a very complex group, and it takes a long time for the mages to improve, and the enchantment suppression effect that is declining in the entire land at this time is the embodiment of this improvement, this time after the enchantment stone was destroyed, the enchantment did not dissipate immediately, but left time for the mages to rush to repair.

"Connect the barrier energy of Queldanus Island to the Sunwell now! Use the magic of the Sunwell to charge the entire Banty Reynor enchantment! Can't make enchantments ineffective! ”

The Sun King's order was clearly transmitted to the headquarters of the elite legions guarding the Well of the Sun, but just as the golden mana light began to replace the earth-blue mana supply barrier, a second loud bang sounded almost at the same time.

Anastarian stared at the second vortex of magic in the southeastern sky, his teeth clenched at this moment.

The fall of one enchantment stone can be said to be accidental, but the defeat of two enchantment stones in a short period of time is completely premeditated, and the attacker must be very aware of Quel'Thalas's top secret, that is, the specific location of those enchantment stones, which is a secret that only the Sun King has passed down from generation to generation!

"It's too late!"

Anastarian was a skilled magician, and in his eyes, the golden magic lines full of energy stretched from the island of Queldanus to the sky of Silvermoon City, and the several airspaces that shattered the land, and could not continue to extend due to the fracture of the nodes, which meant that the most critical moment for Quel'Salas had arrived.

After losing the total suppression of the enemy by their magic, the warriors of Quel'Salas could only fight against the sudden appearance of their opponents with tragic sacrifices.

"Wow"

The Ice Bone Dragon in the sky above Silvermoon City raised its head frantically, and sprinkled the deadly frost breath wantonly over the majestic and huge Silvermoon City, and those Viku necromancers who fell to the ground were even more crazy with ancient and huge weapons, frantically destroying the lives of the High Elves who could not resist their brute strength, and what was even more terrifying was that every slain elf would be reborn as a necromancer in a short period of time under the manipulation of the cold will that shrouded in the sky over Quel'Thalas.

Soon, in front of the first High Elf soldiers returning from the front line through portals, in the death-torn city, in the frost-covered ruins, the great tombs on the edge of the city were dug up, and with the dead men, a silent necromantic army was formed.

"We must stay here! We must..."

Guarding the entrance to the Silvermoon City block, the shouts of the City Watch chief escorting the panicked civilians to flee were not finished, the ground under his feet began to crack rapidly, and in the silent, earthquake-like ground collapse, a huge, 5-meter-tall, like a purple giant beetle, with a hideous body covered with heavy frost, and limbs as thick as a battering ram, crashed through the ground and appeared in the chaotic city.

Beneath the layers of heavy armor, the pale eyes shone brightly, and its sharp boulder-like front claws briefly accumulated, and in a domineering sweep, the heavy walls of Silvermoon City erected in front of and at its side were easily destroyed like pieces of paper in the terrible sound of shaking and explosion.

Harnessing the endless frost and dust, in the apocalyptic scene, this terrifying big insect strolls forward, and those elves who are trampled under the feet of its huge body, unable to even howl, will be crushed into terrifying and disgusting minced flesh by the huge and unparalleled power.

This monster that weighs dozens of tons, but has the agility of a predator, is the Crypt Lord... The leader of the worm-like spider demon undead, and the most powerful fighting power under the command of the Lich King... Anubrak, King of the Crypt!

"Weak life... I must obey the will of the Lich King..."

The voice of the Crypt Lord was formless and insubstantial, full of the helplessness of death and contempt for the weak, but in its merciless trampling, Silvermoon City, the most magnificent magical city in the northern frontier, was irrepressibly plunged into the most desperate struggle.

Their king had been on guard against the undead of the south, but now, they were struggling to survive under the trampling of the undead of the north. Satirize...

At the same time, within the suppressive enchantment charged by the golden halo of the sunwell, a figure in a black cloak was looking down the stairs at Silvermoon City, and judging by the moon-shaped humming magic blade he was carrying, it seemed to be the last thing he should have seen here... And beside him, the guards of the loyal Sun Well had fallen weakly in a pool of their own blood.

"The empire is beginning to crumble, and death is marching in... Behold, it shall put an end to all things..."