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"Buzz"

Under the manipulation of the portal mages, the violet barrier that shrouded Dalaran slowly opened a crack, and the nearly 1,000 Silver Hand paladins waiting at the violet sentry post walked quickly through the barrier under the guidance of the mages, and came to the portal hall to meet their chief.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be ordered to return to Lordaeron and disperse the undead of the Scourge that are entrenched in the country, I know that many people are worried about their loved ones, but thanks to the efforts of King Terenus and Prince Arthas, most of the people of the Motherland are protected within the strong walls, and as warriors of the Light, we must show our worth in this critical time!"

The Grand Knight Tulayan stood in front of the portal hall and spoke to the paladins in front of him:

"In times of crisis, it is the time for the heroes to come out as substitutes, now, it is time for us to go to the battlefield, everyone, according to their respective queues, enter the corresponding portal, Dalaran's mage brotherhood will send us to everyone's battlefield, please do your best and fight bravely!"

"For the Light! For Lordaeron! For the Empire! ”

"Let's go!"

The Grand Knight gave an order, and the portals to the various cities of Lordaeron behind him also opened at this moment, and the heavily armed paladins strode into the portal, and the surrounding mages also looked at these warriors who were about to step onto the battlefield with reverence.

The Grand Knight, standing at the end of the line, raised his head and looked at the violet enchantment slowly closing in the sky, and he asked softly in his heart:

"Varimathas! Did the node sense it? ”

At this time, the Dreadlord was walking through the intricate tunnels beneath Dalaran and quickly responded:

"The opening just now and the closing of the current one have revealed the location of the Violet Center, which is under Dalaran, and I'm rushing there!"

"Very good, hurry up and destroy it!"

The Grand Knight glanced back at the paladins who were passing through the portal, and he whispered:

"I'll give you 5 minutes!"

"Enough!"

Varimasas's cunning and confident voice came, the Great Knight nodded to the portal mage beside him, and then walked behind the Paladin who was passing through the portal, where there were still some accumulated strategic materials, while checking the supplies, the Great Knight quietly turned the Episis ring on his finger, and at the moment of turning, the small piece of Episis crystal on the ring was pinched into powder by him.

At the same moment, Tyrion, who was far away in the forge room in the Black Iron District, suddenly raised his left hand, and the Episis crystal ring on his ring finger cracked like a spider web.

The figure of the King of the Dark Blade suddenly disappeared into the forging workshop in the Black Iron District, and a moment later, a first-level combat readiness order was issued through a special communication channel towards the entire 13 warbands of the Darkblade Legion and overseas fleets.

The order was simple, just a few words, but it got the entire Darkblade Legion's war machine running in an instant.

"The "Disaster Day" operational plan has been launched, and the countdown is 240 minutes!"

"Huh"

In the research room on the top floor of Karazhan, the Grand Lich was interrupted by a sudden battle order, and he decisively left everything in his hand, and with the help of the undead acolyte, changed into his favorite purple robe, carried the staff of the Guardian on his back, lifted a black metal box, and stepped into a portal to the location area.

In the ruins of the tidal island in the waters of Kazmodan, the fog of war is wrapped around the sea, and in the deepest part of the thick fog, because it has devoured the souls of too many Naga and pirates, the "Sea Kingship" is quietly docked on the shore, dressed in black and wearing a black captain's hat, standing quietly on the deck, like a sculpture.

In front of him, the undead sailors on the deck, under the command of several gnomes and goblins, were fixing a huge, futuristic heavy gun on the deck, this cannon is a three-level coupling system, one by one loaded on a swarthy gun mount, it can be moved, but it does not have the arquebuses and ammunition loading ports of traditional guns.

At the top of the gun, named "Backfire", there is an energy converging port similar to that of an energy cannon like Rukma's Breath, and a dim light beats in the dim light of the deck.

"Huh"

The light of the two portals shone on the deck of the Sea Throne at the same time, and the Great Lich and the Blood Mistress stepped into it almost one after the other.

"Good day, Aurelia."

Khadgar's frosty Aurelia leaned over slightly, he looked at the black box Aurelia was carrying, and he asked in a low voice:

"Even after Quel'Thalas did something stupid like that, did Tyrion trust you the most?"

"With all due respect, Khadgar."

Aurelia ignored the taunt, and handed the black box to Khadgar, saying:

"Tyrion trusts you no less than I do... But you failed him. ”

The Blood Master's voice was a little lowered:

"Nasa is not dead, she told me all the things you did with her, Khadgar, be careful with every step you take, if you dare to betray him, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Khadgar's eyes picked at this faint threat, but after a moment the Great Lich raised his head, picked up two chests, and walked slowly into the dimly lit cabin, and without looking back, he said:

"I didn't betray him, and I, or any Death Lord, would not be his... Encumbrance! Who are you to teach me? Miss Cumbersome..."

The strong taunt made Aurelia clench her fingers, but in the end, she turned around in amazement, and just as she walked towards the portal, above the deck, Dai Lin, who had witnessed all this, suddenly spoke:

"I can see the uneasiness in your eyes, Aurelia. Windranger, maybe your next effort will shatter what little will you have left... So I'll give you a suggestion, whatever you want to do to prove yourself... Discuss it with Tyrion first, and the system you have built is full of contradictions, and in my opinion, it is no better than the Human Empire. ”

"Tell Tyrion for me that you want to go further... I have to solve these contradictions first, and if it's inconvenient for him to come, I'll be happy to... Do it for you! ”

"Tear up"

The blood-stained robe was torn apart like the most fragile piece of paper under the demon's claws, and the body of the female mage guarding the violet center was torn apart, her blood-stained head smashed to the ground, and she jumped weakly in the pool of blood, and her beautiful blue eyes still shone with strong unwillingness and despair.

Behind her, there were bones and blood stains all over the hall, and the Nasrezm Lord, whose body had completely emerged, showed no mercy, and in the middle of a shadow raid, the demon lord completely erupted with his own strange power, which was difficult for human mages to resist.

At this time, it moved its shoulders, not paying attention to the sharp sirens sounding in the underground hall, and in the air filled with the smell of blood, it took a step forward, leaving a blood-stained hoof print, and in front of it, a control core that shone with blue magic, and in the energy conduit made of crystal, the magic extracted from the ground gathered in one place, and the entire hall was full of intricate and obscure runes.

"A big toy made by low-level creatures! The energy conduction efficiency is a mess! ”

Gripping its chin, Varimathas let out a low chuckle, it stepped forward, not caring about the erosion of the heavy mana, and the moment the halo of the portal behind it shattered, it raised its claws, and with one claw tore through the rune control layer on the wall in front of it, twisting the connected magic pipes.

At the beginning of the alarm, Antonidas, who had rushed to the underground hall with the battle mage, had just walked out of the portal, when he saw a chaotic mixture of blue magic roaring in all directions, this scene made the archmage's eyes widen, his mind was a little stagnant at this moment, and a little confused, he couldn't figure out what was going on, why was this happening... Obviously, obviously the entire Dalaran is locked down internally!

How did this demon appear?

"Whoa, whoa"

Between the blue flames of magic beating, Varimatas turned, letting the heavy mana beat across his body, and stared at the archmage Antonidas in front of him, and let out a series of high-pitched laughs:

"Casana Tirto, I say hello to you... Archmage, who has lived in this city for hundreds of years... Hehe, it knows better than you how the city is constructed, it's a pity, but... You've lost! ”

"Casanatyr?"

A flash of realization flashed in Antonidas's eyes, as a member of the Council of Six of Dalaran, of course he knew about the city of Dalaran and the "evil fate" of the Dreadlord Kasanatir who was active in this world hundreds of years ago, and that Dreadlord had almost destroyed Dalaran more than once, but in Meri. After the Winter Wind Archmage sealed it in his body, he never heard of the Dreaddemon King again.

Now it seems that Merry, who disappeared a few years ago. Archmage of the Winter Wind, most likely has...

"Boom"

The archmage's icy staff waved back, and the entire passage of the underground hall was covered in cold frost, and he stared at the Dreadlord bathed in the magical storm in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Just kill you... Dreadlord! Enchantments can still be repaired! You are only a victim of your evil master, you are just throwing yourself into the net. ”

"Nope! No, no, no! ”

Varimathas didn't panic in the face of the line of battle mages, it stretched its wings behind it, and the figure of the Dreadlord became more and more hideous in the blue storm of magic.

"I have a helper too! And voila, it's coming! ”

Amid the treacherous laughter of Lord Nasrezm, the floor of the frozen underground hall began to sway strangely, and between the flickering of the broken ice, a crypt lord with a heavy frost all over his body, like a giant beetle, and forelimbs as sharp as a battering ram, appeared in front of the mages in a silent and extremely shocking way.

Anubarak's ice-blue eyes stared mercilessly at the human in front of him, and between the heavy, sharp forelimbs, it let out an obscure and deep voice:

"The disease of fear destroys the living and the dead... But forgiveness awaits..."

"Time flies... Where shall your blood be sown? ”

"Huh"

In a flash, the figure of Varimathas appeared above the heavy carapace of Anubrak, its wings representing endless darkness suddenly opened at this moment, and it stared at the mages below, and it whispered:

"My friends always speak so poetically, I'm sorry, but I'm a rough person, so I'll say..."

"Kill, no mercy!"

"Wow"

In the scream of the Dreadlord, its body suddenly turned into a flying worm, with a deadly disease, roaring towards the battle mages in front of it, Archmage Antonidas clenched his staff with both hands, and slammed it on the ground, the thick ice like a city wall trying to block the slowly coming crypt lord in front of him.

But...

"Bang"

After two loud bangs, the thick walls of ice crumbled open in an instant, and the Crypt Lord's forelimbs were covered in frost debris, the behemoth ready to bloodied the city of the living, manipulated by the will of the Lich King.

And at the same time as the battle under the city began, above the city, at the moment when the great knight Tulayan was about to enter the portal, the violet barrier in the sky of Dalaran appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, the purple light curtain danced sparks, in the screams of the mages, a loud bang exploded in the sky, and the next moment, the purple barrier that protected the entire city was shattered in an instant.

And the impatient Crypt Lords, the necromantic generals under the command of the oldest Spider Demon Emperor Anubarak, like their invincible kings, tumbled out from beneath the unprotected ground of Dalaran, and the massive bugs appeared in the sunlight for the first time, and they hissed, opening the heavy carapace, and a tall Viku undead roared, brandished their weapons, and rushed towards the empty city like a black turbidity stream.

Outside of the city, the brainless undead who roamed the Tirisfard glades and Lake Lordamere were at the same time at the command of the Lich King, and they roared, the wrath of death growing in their bodies, and they began to run, to the place where it all ended.

From the sky, Dalaran was flooded with corpses in all directions, and the magical city, which had lost all its defenses, was about to be completely overwhelmed by this tide of death.

"What's wrong? What the hell is going on here? ”

The great knight Tulayan grabbed the lost mage beside him and asked loudly, the mage was so frightened by this scene that he couldn't speak, he could only shake his head frantically.

"The undead are coming!"

The Grand Knight threw down the mage in his hand, and shouted to the last paladins behind him who had not yet entered the portal:

"Knights, line up! Protect the Teleportation Hall! ”

"Huh"

At the sound of the order, the well-trained paladin began to build a line of defense in front of the portal hall, and the great knight with a hideous face looked back at the mages behind him, and he shouted:

"You guys! Gather all the people in the city and let them go through the portal! This city... This city is going to be turned into a battlefield! ”

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