He was dressed in well-tailored clothes, with an intact and gem-embellished sword hanging at his side, and his face slightly contorted with contempt. The man flicked his sleeve www.biquge.info as if trying to wipe something off.

Both he and Antonidas saw the essence through the appearance at the same time, and they lost their voices in unison:

"Black Dragon?"

"Nesario!?"

It's not that Antonidas recognized the wrong person, but it's only that the man in front of him is almost the same as the former Lord Presto.

But unlike the human-looking Lord Presto, the person in front of him did not hide his dragon aura at all.

No, it's not a cover-up, it's all show-off, it's ostentation!

Younger, and more arrogant!

The floor and walls of the treasure room are roughly carved out of solid rock formations in the earth, and the ceiling is vaulted. This room has no windows and only one door. Except for the open space near the exit, the rest of the room was filled with partitions, chests, and bookcases, all of which were filled with various treasures.

In the midst of the dust and the objects, several people stood in it.

Despite being humanoid, Antonidas' senses sensed the black aura that encircled them. But before they turned around and showed the eyes that glittered under the hood, Antonidas knew who they were.

Once the most headache for the alliance among the tribes, I don't know if it should be counted in the biological realm of the terrifying existence - the death knight.

Now, several death knights are surrounding the black dragon who has turned into a human man like a moon of stars, and this terrible situation makes Antonidas, as the Archmage of the Dawn, frightened and panicked.

"Hehe, this great being in front of you, but the new Black Dragon King, Nefarian!, old man, don't be mistaken!" Tyrone* Bloodfiend chuckled.

Nefarian!?

Compared to his father Nesario, Nefarian's reputation is definitely a big step behind. Kael'thas only frowned deeply, and only Antonidas, who had access to countless classified information, knew that Nefarian had a very different way of doing things than his father.

Rather than being a dragon, Nefarian is an absolute outlier among dragons, and it is rumored that Nefarian is collecting corpses of different species. Compared to Nesario's capricious but powerful dragon king, Nefarion's approach is more far-sighted and unpredictable.

Antonidas didn't know what it meant for Nefarian to appear in Dalaran's top-secret treasure vault in such a high-profile manner, but the deep sense of unease in his heart reached its peak when Nefarian gently lifted the object in his hand!

The light reflected a purplish-red glow on its facets, illuminating the room. Antonidas certainly understood what kind of treasures could make the Death Knights, and even the Black Dragon King, ignore other treasures.

It's a pity, knowing that the other party came, 99.99% for that thing, Antonidas still had the last chance until this moment......

"[Eye of Dalaran]!?" shouted Antonidas with all his might.

With boundless anger, and even more out of self-confidence in Dalaran's home stadium, Antonidas is desperate!

In an instant, he raised one hand and cast a mysterious spell, using his other hand to summon the other Kenrito members.

Speaker Kenrito never fought alone.

Kael'thas put one hand on his right shoulder, and almost instantly, he connected his arcane circuit with Antonidas's magic circuit for a short time, supporting the speaker with his own magic.

Another member of Kenrito teleported to his side, an elven woman with long black hair. A long, lanky hand rested on Antonidas's left shoulder, while the other holding the staff pointed at the fearsome intruders.

Antonidas's hair beard was windless, like a hedgehog with spikes, and his hair and clothes were all straightened by the surging magic in his body.

"[Endless Ice Hell]!"

It's so fast!

It's so fast that it's not like frost-based magic, it's more like some kind of fleeting fire!

In less than a tenth of an eye, the entire treasure room was frozen in ice centered on Antonidas.

A Death Knight tried to use dark magic to fend off this attack, and the extremely cold ice wave that rushed directly into the Death Knight's torso, slamming him into the far wall, his chest shattered from the slam, but the next moment, the armor fragments that burst out of his chest, along with his whole body, were completely frozen under the thick ice.

But the smartest Death Knights, such as Tyrone* Bloodseeker, chose to hide behind Nefarian.

In just one hundredth of a second, even the famous Nefarian would be trapped in this underground treasure trove that could gather the mana of more than 300 mage towers in the entire Dalaran.

Regardless of whether it is the king of the black dragon or the guardian dragon, with this earth-shattering magic, Antonidas dares to fight against it.

At this moment, a smile on Nefarian's lips made the heart of the Dawn Archmage beat violently.

In front of Nefarian, Huo Ran appeared a magic shroud with a smooth blue glow.

The brilliance was so beautiful, it felt like the ice element that swept over it was like crashing into a huge blue dragon scale.

Antonidas was so shocked that he bit off his tongue, and for a moment he almost thought he was attacking Malygos, the king of magic.

Before he could react, his magic was already reflected.

The power of [Endless Ice Hell] was instantly compressed, turning into a large hand made of ice mist, reflecting back at twice the speed and attacking its master.

Antonidas suddenly felt as if he was being grasped by a pair of cold hands, and the infinite chill began to squeeze his heart. He gripped his chest with both hands, trying to overcome the pain that sounded like angina.

The Archmage of the Dawn was finally able to cast a spell, and a purple-red light jumped around him, dispelling the cold in his body. He tried to exhale heavily, letting the cold out of his body. Luckily, eventually his lungs began to expand, his heart began to beat again, and the warm feeling returned to him once again.

His powerful spells saved his life, and the elven prince survived with the precious magical items on his body.

But the elf councillor was not so lucky, her pale face contorted, her whole body falling backwards, her black hair enveloping her like a shroud. Anyone can see that the extreme cold has taken her life!

"Sahira!

Ignoring the old mage's screams and the elven prince's glare, Nefarian threw the Eye of Dalaran to Tyrone* Bloodfiend like a copper coin.

"Let's go!" (To be continued.) )