More than 200,000 people, together with the officers and men of the Kurtiras fleet who were anxiously waiting for the results of the battle on the sea, all of them subconsciously raised their heads, and their eyes widened immediately.

The black sun, which rose and finally hung alone in the sky, made the entire island of Quardanas, no, almost make the whole earth seem to resonate with it, and tremble slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if the end had come.

Duke bared his teeth, knowing that Kel'thugad was going to be resurrected through the Sunwell, but vaguely felt as if he had seen the same scenery in the dazzling magical blockbusters before the time cross.

Under the black sun, the incomparably large abutment of the sunwell was raised.

The ensuing scene brought ultimate horror to Sylvanas and her brethren as they saw Arthas lead several figures towards the pool of power that had kept the glory of the High Elf race alive for millennia.

Next to the most powerful Death Knight, one real, one translucent, two figures awaited the Death Knight, and Sylvanas recognized the guy at a glance - Darkan Derahir.

It was he who betrayed Quel'Thalas in the first place.

And then there's the Sun King, who sees the situation wrong......

Darkan's well-groomed hands were stained with more blood than Alsace.

Fury was surging through Sylvanas, and if Duke hadn't raised his hand to stop her, she might have rushed up to her head as soon as her head was hot.

Too late!

There is a huge spatial barrier on the high ground of the Sunwell, and what you see now, you can't reach it in a straight line at all. If you don't enter through the main entrance of Sunwell Heights, you will never be able to go in front of Sunwell.

The golden light of the sunwell, which had not yet been completely polluted, reflected on Arthas's face, softening his facial features, and even giving him a contrived warmth.

Immediately afterwards, everyone noticed that Arthas had already inserted the infamous [Frost Sorrow] into the altar of the Sunwell, and the golden energy that overflowed from the Sunwell was rapidly being polluted, and then in turn it was channeled back into the Sunwell.

Arthas pouted at Duke demonstratively, then snapped his fingers in a dashing manner.

Darkan realized, he turned an intricately carved urn upside down, and poured the contents into the water, and the light immediately changed, pulsating, spinning, and appeared in the center of the decaying magic light vortex.

It was a distorted shadow.

Recognizable from the scrawny shadow was the wizened soul of a lich.

The polluted sunwell tumbled with a black liquid and began to cling to the filthy souls that stepped into the sunwell.

"No—" At this moment, many High Elves cried, desperately watching the tainted magic spread over that evil shadow, and they bit their lipes, and could only pray that a miracle would happen.

At this time the whole island shook again,

Two withered arms like towering giant trees reached out from the polluted sunwell to the sky to hold the black sun in the sky, and although Duke had been mentally prepared for this, even though he had already made up his mind to take advantage of the fisherman, he was still stunned at the moment.

The huge shadow on the back of the hand took the entire black sun into his arms, and the filthy sun shrank smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, condensed and condensed, and finally submerged into the evil figure standing in the black well water.

At this moment, the figure of Kel'thugad finally broke the boundary between soul and body, and returned to the world of Azeroth.

It was a horned skeleton with an evil grin, its eyes blazing with flames, its viper-like chains coiled around it, and its purple robes fluttering with his every move.

Kel'thugad looked up to the sky and laughed, "As the Lich King promised, I am born again!

Sylvanas, Lotherma, Haduron, Liadrin, each of the High Elves looked at Kel'thugad with incredulous eyes.

All just for this?

All the slaughter, torture, horror, just to resurrect a lich?

The precious sunwell, which is vital to the fate of a family, is stained and dirty, and the way of life that has lasted for thousands of years has been destroyed.

Just for this?

Are you kidding!?

Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted at the highest volume she could, "Attack—"

Each of the High Elves glared at the snarling Great Lich with angry eyes, and the only consolation that could give them any comfort was to let the Lich, who had slain a thousand swords, be destroyed once again.

And the Darkan, who betrayed his own people and flattered his new master with the sunwell as a gift, can only vent their hatred by crushing his corpse to ashes and throwing his soul into hell to roster for millions of years!

To the west, the Coalition's army also charged under Mograine's leadership.

However, Duke, who was the core of the Alliance and the High Elves, stopped and sat down slowly.

"Duke, what's wrong with you?"

Duke didn't need to look up to know that it was Vanessa, a private maid, who had arrived, and smiled bitterly: "No! It's just that the continuous use of the magic power of the tributaries of the sunwell is still too much of a burden on the body." ”

"Duke, are you alright?"

"Is the commander in charge injured?"

They were followed by Gianna and Abidis, one in a flash and the other on horseback.

"It's no big deal, let Mograini go first. However, I don't think Alsace will fight with us. Duke clutched his chest, breathing a little heavily.

Gianna noticed that between Duke's snorts, the air exhaled was much hotter than ordinary people, it was almost vapor-level snort.

Duke guessed right!

Although Arthas is strong, he never thought of fighting the main force of the alliance when his men are lost. The undead legions brought this time were all directly teleported over with the power of the Sunwell's magic branch. At the moment when the sun well is polluted, the stability of the branch energy is naturally gone, and there is no way to continue to replenish the troops.

After fighting for so long, the Alliance and the Scourge's legion are well aware of each other, because of the problem of soul strength and the degree of depravity, the combat power of the newly accepted undead is always limited.

Although the Scourge Legion can fight with war, it still needs to go through a lot of time to cultivate and adjust to become a true powerhouse among the undead.

The retreat of Alsace became inevitable.

Sure enough, I heard Alsace's laughter: "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! This time, it's my victory! I'm curious if you'll have the courage to stand in front of us when we reveal the final cards!"

A huge spatial portal appeared under Kel'thugad's spell.

It always takes time for the army to kill the past.

In this way, a possible big battle ended hastily.

It's not a pity, because what Alsace and Duke wanted, they all got it.