Thousands of meters away, Duke and Antonidas had seen each other. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's very bad for each other.

Duke's heart was filled with sighs. Although he knew early on that Antonidas would kneel, he never thought that an Archmage of the Dawn Sun, who had fought for the alliance for more than ten years and was known as a top combat power, would become what he is now. Duke didn't know if he would have become worse than Old Anthony if he had fallen under the Sword of Frostmourn.

Of course, it is very likely that he will, because he himself does not believe in his own discipline.

It's ironic to say that the most undisciplined guy is like the most determined fighter, 'unwavering' leading the alliance against evil......

It's hehehehe, when I think about it.

However, Duke, as a man who leverages the general trend of the whole world, the smartest way is naturally not to let himself fall into that kind of tragedy!

And Antonidas, after seeing that Duke actually used the magic circuit in his body to control Dalaran's magic tower, curbing the offensive of the Scourge Legion, and becoming the savior again.

For some reason, hatred grew like a life in his illusory soul shell.

He inspires the secret door that remains in his lifeless body.

Like a child pounced on a brand-new toy, he rushed impatiently.

He knew that no matter how far he was from Arthas, there was an invisible chain that bound him like a dog to the hands of the fallen prince.

He was powerless to change his fate, and at this moment, he began to hear whispers.

"Kill Duke and let him serve my glory like you, Antonidas. You will labor together for death, and you will have the same desire for obedience and servitude. Arthas is one of my first and most beloved death knights, and he will always command you, and you will be honored for it. ”

[Frost Sorrow] tempts Antonidas to kill Duke Marcus in the midst of heroes. Pull that League hero into the same situation as him.

Right!

If the Alliance Commander becomes a lich, it will definitely be the biggest blow to the entire Alliance!

On Antonidas's face, a hollow and cold maniacal laugh began.

"Yes, as long as I return to my body, I can become the Great Lich at the peak of the Dawn level......"

Evil whispers are the most horrific form of brainwashing in the world. This is not mere hypnosis, but a gradual inducement that exerts influence on the soul until the victim takes the will imposed on him as his own.

The soul of Antonidas flew over.

Suddenly disappeared into the body he knew so well.

Yes!

What a familiar feeling!

This is the feeling of a mortal body!

For a moment, Antonidas almost thought he could be resurrected.

It's a pity that this is a beautiful and brutal illusion.

He is no longer a human soul.

Arthas cut off his back path from the beginning, and the soul transformed by [Frost Sorrow] will never be able to go back to the past.

Wives, and then lichs.

"It's all right! That bastard of Banazal didn't spoil my body much. Antonidas scolded.

For the perfect disguise, Banazar didn't even alter the old mage's body, or leave any traces of evil on it. Although it was intended to carry out a larger conspiracy, it undoubtedly cheapened Antonidas.

If your own remains are damaged, even if you become a lich, your strength will be greatly reduced.

From the moment he returned to his body, the signs of the old mage's body began to recede rapidly. The already dull yellow skin dried up at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the already white hair became extremely dull. Because of the contraction of the skin and muscles, the eyeballs in the eye sockets seem to bulge out.

'Opening the eyes' is actually opening the spiritual sense in the body, and Antonidas couldn't help but feel sad when he saw his own pair of palms that were dry and indistinguishable from zombies.

"No-" First there was a roar of refusal to admit reality, and then there was an infinitely growing jealousy in my heart: "How can I be enough to fall alone! Only Duke! I can't let Duke go......"

However, a situation happened that Antonidas had not imagined at all.

His repeated muttering, like a spell, suddenly became silent like a goose stuck in the neck.

If he could still break out in a cold sweat, then at this moment, Antonidas was definitely already sweating.

On the edge of Dalaran, Duke and Kael'thas reunite.

Kael'thas had apparently returned to his mage tower, and he looked at the scene with a little strangeness: "Antonidas, that lich didn't catch up, and the authority is ......"

In the horizon, the authority of the Mage Tower has not yet fallen. The hundreds of mage towers in Dalaran City were pouring fire on each other. Countless lit elemental points of light staggered in mid-air, and then bombarded each other's towers, and if you didn't consider that this was a duel to the death, it was really even more beautiful than a fireworks display.

The super magic power shock, in just a moment's time, has destroyed a small half of the city.

Almost all of the neighborhoods were burned in flames.

Instead of the wind-fueled destruction of ordinary cities, the over-exaggerated energy turbulence makes the collapsed buildings more like some kind of evil artwork full of magical atmosphere.

A mage tower shattered.

It was originally destroyed by the fire elemental, but when it exploded, it caused a gap in the frost elemental realm to collapse, and a massive amount of frost elemental sputtered out, directly freezing all the bricks and stones scattered in the air.

Even the mage apprentices who were trying to seek refuge near the mage tower and the army of the undead who were killing were completely frozen.

The original solid floor tiles on the street are like waves made of pixel games, arching layer by layer, layer after layer falling, and the entire city of Dalaran is experiencing a never-ending earthquake.

However, thanks to Duke's temporary control over the mage towers, as well as the clear arrow guidance on each mage tower.

Probably more than half of the mages and apprentices managed to escape outside the city to the west.

Outside the city, there is an army of 100,000 that has been waiting for it!

Seeing Duke and Kael'thas come out, Mograine, who returned to the command of the army one step ahead of schedule, breathed a sigh of relief: "Cover each other, withdraw the troops!"

At the beginning, the army with the Scarlet Cross Legion as the core was still very nervous, and several huge phalanxes faced Dalaran City, retreating in an orderly and orderly manner.

Because the baggage troops had already marched first, most of the rest were soldiers, as well as the wandering Dalaran mages and escorts.

Kael'thas raised his councillor's banner in Dalaran a little further south of the army. This banner was like a magnet, quickly attracting the people of Dalaran who had fled in a hurry.