The day Alsace killed his father happened to be the day he woke up drunk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On this very day, Drunken Wind was summoned by Crassus, who at the time did not know that Arthas had killed his father, and only mentioned the appearance of Marganis and Arthas's revenge, and even if it was just that, Drunken Wind was already extremely nervous.

"Damn, I didn't expect that after being put on the table, I still have to send the rag doll?"

The leaders of the Oath have then come together, and now it's up to them to come up with ideas to deal with the possible arrival of the Scourge and the Burning Legion.

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Under Arthas's guidance, the Scourge quickly captured the teleportation circle in Lordaeron, resulting in news not being able to get out in the first place.

And by the time the Alliance realized that something was wrong with Lordaeron, the Scourge had already arrived in Dalaran - the Scourge had set out from Lordaeron and headed south, Arthas waved the Frost Sorrow in his hand, and a thick layer of ice formed on the surface of Lake Lordanmere.

Countless undead soldiers made their way through the smooth ice to the southern shore of the lake, the Alliance's magical kingdom, Dalaran.

When the undead plague appeared on the surface of Lake Lordamere, Dalaran immediately activated the corresponding emergency measures.

Master Antonidas directly based on the Eye of Dalaran and held up a mana shield covering the entire Dalaran.

When Crassus rushed back to Dalaran, he didn't care whether there was evidence or not, and immediately accused Kel'thugad of defecting to the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Kel'thugad did not try to defend himself, but fled from Dalaran as soon as possible.

This gave Antonidas a hint of foreboding in his heart - why did Kel'thugad choose to expose himself and leave Dalaran suddenly, when it was clear that Kel'thugad still had the opportunity to cause greater disturbance and loss in Dalaran?

Come to think of it, there is only one explanation for this behavior of his.

That is, Kel'thugad believed that Dalaran would be destroyed - and he himself did not want to be the fish in the pond that was caught by the fire at the city gates.

And when the undead plague besieged Dalaran, Antonidas's sense of foreboding intensified.

The number of undead scourges is far from enough—yes, not too many, but not enough.

According to Crassus's intelligence, these spirits can resurrect the dead and join them. Although those resurrected corpses are not very powerful, they are more than enough as cannon fodder.

But now, Arthas and the Scourge have clearly captured Lordaeron, so why haven't so many of Lordaeron's dead residents joined them?

Soon, Antonidas knew the answer.

On Lake Lordamere, a giant demon is riding the waves.

He strode across the surface of Lake Lordamere, his body burning with billowing flames.

"Hahahaha! Azeroth, I'm here again in 10,000 years! ”

If Drunken Wind had been here, he would have recognized it—it was none other than one of the leaders of the Burning Legion, the Ereda Warlock Akmund.

Because of the Oath, the Lich King Neozu is under far more pressure than it should have been. Therefore, he did not dare to betray the Burning Legion in the first place.

In order to prevent himself from becoming the first target of the Oath attack, he obeyed the plan of the Burning Legion and ordered Arthas to summon Akmund using the souls of the dead throughout Lordaeron as sacrifices.

Pity the hundreds of thousands of innocent inhabitants of Lordaeron, who were not resurrected as undead, but as the soul energy that Akmund needed to descend on Azeroth.

When Akmund appeared in Dalaran's vicinity, all of Dalaran's mages realized that the matter was over - and the mages were keenly aware that the power of this archdemon was even greater than that of all of Dalaran combined.

Just when everyone was panicking, Antonidas's voice resounded throughout Dalaran.

"Citizens of Dalaran, lift up your heads and look up at the sky!"

"The rain of green chaos has arrived. The Devil's Footsteps have once again stepped into our world—and my hesitation and conservatism have kept them safe, so I have resolved to trade my life for the safety of all the mages of Dalaran. ”

"Now, all the teleportation arrays leading to Karazhan in Dalaran have been opened, please evacuate all mages in an orderly manner!"

"After arriving in Karazhan, everything is at Khadgar's disposal for the time being. We now face far more challenges than the last orc war - this is the life and death of all of Azeroth! ”

With Antonidas' words, all of Dalaran's teleportation circles began to operate in full force. Except for the High Elves, who mostly chose to return to Quel'Thalas, most of the other citizens of Dalaran chose to go to Karazhan.

The arrogant Akmund did not seal off the surrounding space in the first place, he continued to move forward in waves, allowing a large number of mages to escape from Dalaran.

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Eventually, Dalaran had become almost a quadruple city, and even Gianna had been pulled away by Crassus and Mediven - not to Karazhan, but to the north, where they had new allies.

Sitting in his own mage tower, Antonidas quietly observed the movement outside by monitoring the circle.

Akmund's footsteps were getting closer.

Antonidas could already smell the sulfur in the air.

At this time, the mage's heart was extremely calm.

Since becoming the head of the Council of Six, Antonidas has not been fully involved with anyone for a long time. This time in the face of demons, Antonidas has no reservations!

With the help of the Eye of Dalaran, Antonidas's eyes had turned a bright blue. The raging arcane energy around him began to surge, propping up his robes, making the emaciated old man look incredibly powerful.

Antonidas' mage tower erupted with a dazzling burst of light.

"Hahahaha, funny little trick - but not enough!"

"For 10,000 years, I am no longer what it used to be!"

Akmund, who had fully descended, waved his hand lightly in the face of the mana shield that Antonidas had held up with all his might.

An architectural illusion identical to Dalaran appeared in the air.

Akmund raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

The virtual Dalaran in the air shattered with a thud.

And the magic kingdom of humans on the ground, Dalaran, the capital of magical power, is also shattered.

Look at the incomparably powerful Akmund who walked ahead. Riding on the invincible skeleton warhorse, Arthas, who held the Frost Sorrow, sneered secretly.

"Tremble, wail - the Scourge has arrived!" (To be continued.) )