I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Kael'thas saw that Sahira and Alvin were also teleported here, and were shocked by the resurrection of their companions.

Before he had the chance to ask what was going on, what happened next made this elf, who had lived for thousands of years, show an expression of fear on his face.

"Why is the black dragon in Dalaran? Could it be that the orcs have allied with the black dragon in addition to the red dragon?"

The mages stopped attacking and looked at each other.

They were afraid that if they accidentally cast their magic on the black dragon, they would anger these terrifying aerial death gods.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the Death Knights jumped onto the dragon's back while laughing arrogantly.

Deathwing seemed to hear someone calling his name. His huge dragon head slowly turned and he looked at the people on the top of the tower with interest.

At this moment, everyone could truly see the terrifying appearance of the giant beast - its head was almost as big as the top of a tower, and hot red magma kept flowing from its mouth, as if it would spew disaster towards the city in the next second.

Alvin stood on the top of the tower, almost unable to breathe due to the fierce wind and scorching air.

In front of the Black Dragon Father, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

Even though he had the golden finger and all the priest skills, he still felt as small as dust in front of this world-destroying dragon.

Before, he thought he could run rampant in this world, but now he understood that he was still so powerless in front of the real world destroyer.

Not only Alvin, but also Antonidas, the leader of the Kirin Tor, felt deeply helpless.

He was elected to protect Dalaran, but now it is clear that he can't protect anything.

Everyone on the top of the tower felt this sense of powerlessness, as if the hope of the whole world was shattered at this moment.

The oppressive feeling of Deathwing is like a mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

His huge dragon head swept across the faces of the people on the top of the tower, and paused for a moment when he saw the red-haired mage next to Kael'thas.

When his eyes fell on Alvin, the huge dragon head tilted slightly, as if it saw something incredible.

"Originally I wanted to burn all of you mages to ashes."

Deathwing spoke, his voice low and menacing.

Alvin didn't know how he made the sound, the dragon's mouth clearly didn't move!

"But I seem to have seen something interesting. See you next time. This time I will teach you a little lesson."

After saying this, he suddenly opened his huge steel jaw.

Thick smoke and flames spewed out of its mouth, and the black flames swept across the top of the tower, brushing past everyone's scalps, and hit a small island in Lake Lordamere like a meteor.

"boom"! ! !

The island exploded instantly, and a huge mushroom cloud rose.

The island had disappeared, leaving only a huge deep pit, and then the lake water quickly spread and filled the pit.

Is this the power of the Black Dragon Father?

Is this really a behemoth that humans can defeat with their own strength?

Alvin once again doubted his life.

He had just felt the oppression of the black dragon's huge, pitch-black eyes scanning him. He couldn't imagine being able to leap onto Deathwing's dragon spine like the Azeroth warriors in the game, knock the metal block off his back, and then kill him with some artifact...

That Deathwing was bigger than the largest transport plane he had ever seen!

Every piece of metal on his body was as thick as the big iron door of the vault!

Not to mention that he doesn't have any magical artifact like the Dragon Soul!

The enemy's arrogant laughter echoed in the air, as if mocking their powerlessness and despair.

The Death Knight yelled, "I got what I needed, let's go!"

The giant dragon nodded its huge head, and its huge black flesh wings flapped violently, and it soared into the sky.

The huge wind pressure swept over like a violent storm, blowing everyone on the top of the tower to the ground.

Several other black dragons also roared provocatively in the sky above Dalaran, their voices as deafening as thunder.

The black dragons circled in the air for several weeks, their huge figures casting shadows in the sky, as if the whole world was shrouded in their pressure.

Finally, Deathwing's huge body drew a black arc in the air and flew away. The other black dragons followed and left the sky above Dalaran.

Antonidas and Kael'thas barely managed to stand up and watched the dragon soar into the air, but they were completely unable to do anything.

"The Eye of Dalaran. They took the Eye of Dalaran."

Antonidas slumped to the ground, seeming to have aged many years in an instant.

"There's even worse news than this—the black dragon seems to have allied with the orcs."

The old wizard used his staff as a crutch to prop himself up. The tall elf next to him wanted to help him, but was pushed away by the old wizard.

"Krasus, Kael'thas, and the young priest, come with me. We need to sort out the situation here and report it to the Alliance."

Alvin was sitting in a magnificent room in the Violet Castle of Dalaran. The air was filled with a strong magical scent, fresh and powerful.

The walls of the room were inlaid with shimmering magical runes, and a chandelier made of magic crystals hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft light.

The bookshelves around were filled with ancient magic books, each of which emitted a faint glow.

There were several people sitting in the room, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense.

After all, they had just experienced a surprise attack, and everyone was obviously still feeling uneasy.

The old wizard Antonidas sat upright on a carved wooden chair with a frown on his face.

The elven prince Kael'thas sat next to his old friend with a serious expression.

The red-haired elf Crassus sat elegantly on another chair, his eyes gleaming, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Alvin was a little flattered. He was inexplicably called by Antonidas and brought into this secret room.

When he heard Crassus' name, he was startled, but he quickly reacted.

At this time, Krasus is actually the human form of the red dragon Korialstrasz.

This red dragon is proficient in magic and has been hiding his identity for many years. He works in the Kirin Tor in the form of a human, and no one knows his true identity.

Kael'thas first introduced Alvin, and the old mage Antonidas's brow, which had been furrowed for a day, finally relaxed a little.

"It is true that heroes emerge from youth."

The old man smiled approvingly and said, "This place is not far from the royal city. We have heard about your heroic deeds in Silverpine Forest. Sometimes I really envy that old man Faol. He always has so many outstanding disciples! Turalyon, Uther, and now there is a miracle priest! This old guy is really lucky!"

When Alvin heard the old wizard calling his superior an "old brat," he didn't know whether he should respond.

I had to quickly and humbly decline.

"Excuse me, Archmage. I can never be compared with the seniors of the Knights of the Silver Hand."

The old wizard shook his head.

"You don't have to be so modest. I asked Sahira, and she said that you saved her with a miraculous divine spell. Although I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I believe this is definitely not an ordinary spell. The fact that you can save such a seriously injured person from the clutches of death is enough to prove your ability!"

"Then please tell me, what brings you to Dalaran?"