Dark Gate 8/20/15. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

One of the top leaders of the Alliance, Duke Berval Fotagen, took the risk and teleported directly to Silvermoon City, making it very official that the Scourge Legion was the enemy of the living in the world, and hoped that Quel'Thallas would join the Alliance again.

Bolval didn't make any excessive demands, not even saying who would be the leader of the Alliance, only hoping that the elves would join as equals.

The result was unanimously rejected by the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council.

Bolval left angrily that day.

Because Bolval's visit was quite formal, almost most of the elves received the news. The common people were convinced of how perfect the new magical defense circle claimed by the kingdom was, how difficult it was to attack, and how easily millions of undead could be reduced to ashes.

The soldiers on the front line, but there is an indissoluble sorrow between their eyebrows.

The mysteries of magic are beyond the comprehension of Ranger generals like Sylvanas, Haduron, and Lotherma. But Sylvanas had been trained by Duke for many years, and what impressed her the most was that Duke pointed to his chest and said, "The real impregnable defense is here, not anything outside." Whether it's a fortress or a magic array, you've got the hang of it, and those are just toys. ”

The new type of magic defense circle that shrouds the forest of eternal song is, after all, a magic circle created using the seemingly inexhaustible magic power of the sun well.

Darth Rema* Sunstrider stole a vial of spring water that Illidan had taken from the Well of Eternity to create the Well of the Sun as a source of magical energy for the High Elves.

In the eyes of others, the sunwell is already an eternal thing.

However, even the Well of Eternity is not eternal, and can the Well of the Sun be invincible in the world?

This doubt was buried in Sylvanas's heart.

In the past few days, except for Kael'thas who managed to sneak out and inspect the front line once, not a single high-level mage has appeared in the Eternal Song Forest. Those Silvermoon Councillors are still holding various salons in Silvermoon City every day, endlessly forming gangs, attacking their political enemies with big things, and fighting for power and profit.

Sylvanas's heart was bleeding, and she suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition - if the Scourge found a flaw in the magic circle this time, then I was afraid that Quel'Salas would suffer.

And this time, it is very likely that there will be no more saviors!

On August 22, the day looked no different than the previous two weeks. Despite reports of battle from the south, the Scourge was still very far away from Quel'Thalas.

The Divine Light Alliance, formed by Saidan and Tulayan, has done a good job of keeping the Scourge at bay in the Sodoril River between the East and West Plagues, while the Cultists of the Cursed in the Eastern Plaguelands have been purged continuously.

Sylvanas was starting to feel a little silly, and she could clearly sense the serious slackness of the garrison of the Eversong Forest that had been sent. If it weren't for the fact that the rangers were still actively directing the Arcane golems to build fortifications outside the forest, it felt like the construction of the defense system had come to a standstill.

Suddenly, a palpitation came.

"The sun well is up, look north!"

All the rangers in the vicinity of Sylvanas subconsciously turned their heads, and their eyes widened, and each pair of eyes was full of horror-

The holiest place in Quel'Salas is the Well of the Sun, so the High Elves worship the sun, and the entire kingdom is full of sun totems.

However, at this moment, the sky was actually pitch black.

The scorching sun had disappeared at some point, replaced by a black sky covered in snow and ice.

A crescent moon that exuded a cold and evil aura actually rose near the center of the magic array.

The entire Yongge Forest seemed to resonate with it, trembling slightly.

"Rustling ......"

The leaves are swaying, the branches are shaking.

Obviously, this is not a delusion.

This scene.

It's as if some ultimate evil is coming.

Sylvanas had never seen a moon like this, but she vaguely felt that she had seen the same scenery there.

The cold moon was like a scimitar, coldly stabbing from the bottom to the top, obviously theoretically it should be just an illusory scene, but when it ascended, every elf heard the sound of something shattering.

It's not that hearing is deceiving them, it's that there's really something they don't understand torn apart in the sky.

At first, it should have been so slow that it wouldn't even be noticed by the elves.

Soon, in the retinas of the High Elves, the sky above the forest appeared criss-crossed, resembling glass bridges and the like.

The 'glass bridge' that was originally blocking the crescent moon was stabbed and slowly cracked into a dozen larger pieces. They didn't fall onto the trees of the forest like the real thing, but slowly separated in mid-air, and then the entire translucent surface appeared densely cracked, and finally exploded like a balloon burst, breaking into countless smaller pieces.

It becomes smaller and smaller, and finally disappears into the whole heaven and earth.

At first, Sylvanas's elven ranger generals didn't know what this meant, and they suddenly woke up when they knew that Sylvanas was a spirit.

"Oh no! The magic defense circle is ruined!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

One word is shocking to the world!

The blood on the faces of every high elf on the defensive line faded at this moment.

In the middle of the original magic array, a high elf dressed in noble clothes with the emblem of the Silver Moon Councillor pinned to his chest performed magic.

In his hand, hundreds of blackened evil magic runes seemed to break free from the gravitational pull of the earth, flying out in all directions, and then firmly attached to the surrounding void with a diameter of more than fifty meters.

At first glance, it will be realized that these runes form a huge spatial gate that is comparable in size to the Dark Gate.

In the first few seconds, the huge portal was like a quiet picture, extremely quiet, and after a few seconds, black magic fluctuations were stirring on the portal, rolling and churning like boiling water.

In the next moment, several wills that exuded an evil aura descended.

Several demonic eyes suddenly opened near the portal, and the disgusting evil eyes spun left and right, scanning everything nearby.

On the other end of the portal, several beings began to move through the void at high speed, pulling out long white tails of cold in the illusory void.

The huge portal erupted like a volcano, spewing out countless black shadows into the sky.

There was a burst of black rain in the sky, at first there were dots of black dots, and then one by one the black dots quickly grew larger in mid-air, and when these dense black dots completely returned to their original form, they had filled every corner of the forest within a radius of five kilometers.

Scourge Legion!

Arthas walked out of the portal with Frost Sorrow in his hand, tilting his head and revealing an evil smile: "Darkan, you did a good job!"