Akmund's words made both Arthas and Kel'thugad secretly relieved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it were Kilgardan, it would have been a very harsh punishment.

Akmund glanced at the two little bugs in his eyes, and didn't pay much attention. After all, even if they are chess pieces, they are still Kil'Gardan's pawns, and since they are chess pieces he borrowed from Kil'Gardan, it is a bit bad to break them after all.

A breath of turbid air erupted from his two huge nostrils, and Akmund spoke nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, even half of my strength is enough! In this world, I am invincible!!hahaha-"

His wild laughter shook the entire Dalaran once again, and several elite cavemen were pitted into the ground by the sudden cracking, and squeezed to death in the cracks caused by the cracking of the plot.

Akmund was venting his joy and rage, and in the midst of laughter, the green light began to spill out endlessly.

The earth trembled.

Beside Arthas, who was kneeling, [Invincible] tossed and turned anxiously, raising his front hooves, as if trying to touch the ground as little as possible.

Arthas tilted his head slightly, looking out of the corner of his eyes at the City of Mages.

Once upon a time, the towers were at their most beautiful at this time of day, shining in the fading twilight.

But just as he was falling into his memory, a deep popping sound was heard.

The spire of the tallest and most beautiful tower in the city suddenly collapsed, and it was the Mage Tower of Antonidas. Originally, as the Grand Lich who had taken refuge in the Scourge Legion, his mage tower was allowed to remain. But with Antonidas' defeat in Quel'Thalas, the mage tower has become ownerless.

It seems that it, like its owner, cannot escape the fate of destruction.

At this moment, its spire was slowly and inevitably tumbling and falling, and the entire tower seemed to be crushed by the hand of an invisible giant.

You know, this is not a deliberate attack by Akmund!

It's just a shock wave from his power!

The rest of the city soon crumbled and turned to dust, and the sound of destruction rumbled in Arthas's ears, shaking him with terror, but he never dared to raise his head.

He once commanded the Scourge and single-handedly handled the destruction of Silvermoon City.

But Dalaran fought twice, and even the second time he took it down with the help of Antonidas, the biggest 'traitor'.

The scene in front of me - but it was so easy, just a flick of a finger......

Destroying Quel'Thalas was a hard-fought victory.

If he hadn't destroyed Silvermoon City and resurrected Kel'thugad, it would have been an outright defeat, because in the end he didn't have to deal with the Alliance army led by Duke.

And now it seems that Akmund could easily destroy any of humanity's grand cities, even without being there in person.

This disparity in the level of strength is really too huge.

With Akmund's wild laughter, Arthas's most elite Scourge troops were finished.

Five hundred Death Knights, eight hundred Lichs, over 10,000 elite skeleton warriors, and what elite ghouls...... There are countless cannon fodder or something, and how much will be left in the end, God knows.

This scene made Arthas's heart hurt a little, but he didn't dare to show it at all.

Well, the master's fellow master, you are happy!

Kil'Gardan likes to settle accounts after the autumn, so that life is worse than death, and death is better than death.

Akmund is at the other extreme, he has a completely one-line mindset, as long as he reveals it on the spot, it will be fine.

Just as Akmund was laughing maniacally, there was an episode.

Antonidas's mage tower, which was supposed to be in a state of destruction, didn't know if it triggered some kind of defense mechanism, and actually attacked on its own!

The brilliant arcane brilliance attracted the attention of most of the city's powerhouses almost immediately.

Thunder light!

Flash!

The thunder that exploded through the sky was so abrupt that many strong people just reacted, subconsciously put a magic protection on themselves, and then attacked.

Who would have thought that the target of the Mage Tower's attack was not any of them, but the demon commander Akmund!

Akmund's response made Arthas and Kel'thugad's eyes widen.

His response is that he didn't respond!

It was a powerful blow that gathered an unknown amount of magic power from a sun-level mage tower.

It was so great and terrifying that even Arthas didn't dare to eat it.

However, after the loud bang, Akmund tilted his head sideways, and nothing was going on.

Not to mention the damage, there was not even a trace of black marks left on the abdominal muscles he was hit.

Although I knew that the low-level mysteries would inevitably be dispelled by the top-level mystical powers, the gap was so big that it was simply incredible!

Assault on the Burning Legion Commander!?

If it were Kil'Gardan, he might be chasing down the would-be killer, or tearing down the Mage Tower three more times.

The bomb-blown Akmund didn't care, but turned his head: "Tikdios!"

With a call, the figure of the Dreadlord Tikdios suddenly appeared in a black mist, knelt down on one knee and saluted Akmund: "Honorable lord, are you calling me?"

"Kil'Gardan said, the Scourge's legion has been handed over to you Dreadlord. After dropping these words, and not looking at Arthas twice, Akmund seemed to sense his goal, and then began to move towards his goal with a huge and shocking step.

If I'm not mistaken, Akmund's target should be Nodashir, the World Tree on Mount Hyjal!

Only the World Tree!

Only the Well of Eternity next to the World Tree could attract the attention of a super demon of his level!

The big guys have the goals of the big guys.

Little people have the thoughts of little people.

Kel'thugad's body seemed to tremble.

Arthas understands why—leading the Burning Legion, spending more than a decade in Azeroth, gathering strength in Northrend, and finally successfully summoning the Lich King of Akmund, Neozu, and the moment he succeeds, he is ruthlessly abandoned!

Perhaps, in the eyes of the mortals of Azeroth, Neozu is an incomparably terrifying Lich King.

However, in the eyes of the commander of the Burning Legion, Naozu may be just an insignificant pawn.

Arthas pondered Akmund and Tikdios, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

On his knees, Frost's sorrow glowed coldly.

Almost at the same time!

In Stratholme, Duke let out an exclamation, his face was pale, and he couldn't control his emotions at all: "Grass! Sun-level attack is actually ineffective!?