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Kalia clutched her aching nose, tears rippling down her eyes, quite pitiful. She saw Illusia rise from the Ice Barrier with her flushed forehead covered. Obviously, she also kowtowed to the head, so she had to open the refrigerator magic skill at the last moment.

Everyone found that the scene changed abruptly, from a vast ice dragon lair to a mysterious temple full of death.

In the distance, the wails of the undead were heartbreaking, and the indiscernible white mist bound the evil spirits, skeletons, and zombies, forming a huge wall of the dead. Above the walls, there were thousands of dead people, their lower bodies blending into the walls, some frantically trying to pull their bodies out, others resentfully reaching out their terrifying arms to the Alliance powerhouses.

Kalia's eyes widened, and she suddenly saw a burly male undead in the armor of a Stormwind Knight striding out of the mist, raising his two-handed greatsword and slashing at her fiercely.

"Ahh

The Precept Priest was approached by a warrior, which was quite helpless and desperate. There is simply no good way to re-distance yourself other than to carry it hard.

No, before you can get away, you must first carry the undead giant's slash.

The precept magic, which can be easily resisted by even ten knights slashing at the same time, is easily broken.

Kalia's heart was captured by terror for a moment, and she could only subconsciously raise the staff in her hand, in a vain attempt to bear this terrible blow with her weak arms.

"Be careful!" At the critical moment, Gavin Rad arrived like a wind.

The wind sword, with its long jaw and broad blade, narrowly and dangerously stood in front of the giant man's blade at the last moment. There was no sonorous sound of metal clashes, and the strong wind and thunder on the wind sword directly bounced off the giant man's heavy sword.

"La Suvios!?" Gavin Rader frowned.

Long before the invasion of Naxxramas, each Alliance hero received information from Duke pointing out the powerhouses who had been killed and joined the Scourge during the Naxxramas Continent. It's just that I didn't expect that the guy who was supposed to be destroyed in the fortress bombardment battle would actually reappear in this strange space.

Over there, Gianna fought a dozen tricks with a shadow mage with long white hair, thick dark circles on his eyes, and an immortal cultivator who hadn't slept for many nights.

The image of this guy in front of him suddenly coincided with another natural disaster leader in the intelligence.

"Plaguebringer North!?" Gianna cried out.

Tirio slashed the Ember Bringer at a giant beetle-like monster, but the light he swung out was devoured. It was a blow that could easily turn an entire brigade of dead to ashes!

But the other party doesn't dodge or dodge, and eats directly with a strong body.

Tirio's face was not good: "Great beetle Anubrekan?"

If those guys who should have been done in the intelligence appeared here, it made the alliance powerhouses stunned.

Then the last one shocked them beyond measure.

The eyes of every alliance powerhouse widened as they saw a pair of huge dragon wings roaring out of the white mist in front of them.

Sweeping away the cold white mist, a terrifying face was revealed, and under the two pairs of huge blue horns glittered with a fierce light, a pair of narrow eyes like golden beads.

The thick sky-blue scales resemble a swarmed hill-like bone plate, each of which is as thick and powerful as the pillars of the main hall, sharp claws that can easily tear through the city walls, and the breath of frost is pregnant in the mouth of the blood basin.

Even if they didn't recognize the appearance of this giant beast too much, with the same perception, every alliance powerhouse murmured the same name-

"Saffron ......"

That's impossible!!

Yes, everybody knows it's impossible!

Six years ago, when Akmund hiccuped, Arthas responded to the call of the Lich King Neozu and rushed to Northrend to rescue him, when he encountered the blue dragon Saffron. At that time, Sephelon was the right-hand man of the Blue Dragon King Malygos, and he was quite a powerful blue dragon in the Blue Dragon Clan.

But when he ran into the two heroes of Arthas and Anubrekan, he couldn't resist it. Saxron was defeated and killed, and Arthas used his fallen powers to resurrect Saxhelon as a frost dragon. The invincible frost dragon Saffron became a minion of the Legion of Damnation.

Especially a moment ago, everyone had seen Sephiron's bones, how could they immediately see another Saphelon who seemed to be alive?

Magni, who was in a mortal state, slammed a big fat abomination leader, presumably named Parchwick, away with a hammer, and immediately shouted, "Gianna, something is wrong! Are these guys phantoms? If we are killed, will we really die?"

Duke is not here, and Gianna, who is also the Archmage of the Sun, is the greatest authority here.

Gianna slammed North with frost magic as her eyes kept glancing around, her senses wide open, constantly comparing her mind to everything she knew about the situation.

Suddenly, she remembered the story of a man in red with a warm back that Duke told her years ago. It has nothing to do with phantoms or anything, it's a kind of magic that rewrites reality with the caster's 'mental landscape'.

The name of this forbidden spell is [Inherent Enchantment].

Once activated, this forbidden spell will cause the surrounding space to change into a completely different landscape. The embodiment of the mental landscape, that is to say, the inherent enchantment is to replace oneself and the world without changing the realm. At this time, the size of oneself and the world will be replaced, and the world will be completely locked in a small container.

In Duke's example, the strange Heroic Spirit called 'Emiya is a Wolf', whose inherent enchantment is embodied in a world of red wilderness with countless ownerless sword tombstones. Emerging from the horizon were leaping flames, and in the distance several huge gears intertwined.

Gianna couldn't be sure, but Duke's example was the closest thing she could think of.

She shouted on the spot: "Don't send you to death! If we die in this world, we will all become corpses outside! I don't know if this is the [Inherent Enchantment] that Duke said, I only know that to maintain such an almost illusory terrifying space, the magic power required is astronomical even for a demigod-level mage!"

At this moment, the outside world.

Duke glared at Kel'thugad with a cold face: "Heh! What a big deal! To maintain this illusion-like world, the mana you spend every second is equal to the total mana of a fifth-rank Starlight Sun archmage, right?"