Rise of the blood elves

The addition of this magic power broke the smooth operation of the teleportation spell, and the space where the Violet Castle was located suddenly fell into an unstable state.

Nothing fancy at all, just pure brute force to win.

Gathering the power of more than ten legendary mages who are almost at the pinnacle of Azeroth, using the artifact Eye of Dalaran as the hub, the huge amount of magical energy extracted from the underground magic network to maintain the operation of spells is actually at an energy level Lost to this foreign magic.

The magical energy in the energy field was completely dispersed by the influx of evil energy, and Dalaran became a zone dominated by evil energy, just like the demon's lair in the Twisting Nether.No living being can survive in an environment so rich in evil energy. The only way to escape has become a graveyard for tens of thousands of coalition soldiers.

The earth trembled, the hum of rising energy was deafening, and the defensive spells of the Violet Fortress failed one after another.In Angmar's field of vision, strange evil flames ignited on the soldiers' bodies, and they howled in extreme pain, but they could not escape the scope of the energy field no matter what.

The evil fire burned nothing, including armor, flesh and bones, until it burned them into nothingness.

The teleportation spell that cannot be interrupted immediately is still continuing, but it no longer has the effect of teleportation. The conflict with the evil energy has torn open dangerous space cracks.Even the worst apprentice knows that this thing is completely untouchable and will literally tear anything in half that isn't protected by magic.

Not only the coalition soldiers, but also many demons and undead around the Violet Tower ran head-on into the sudden space cracks and were instantly cut into pieces, leaving only bloody remains on the ground.

"how so"

Angmar murmured, looking at the defeated coalition forces.

Archimonde on the other side of the portal took two shots, bringing Dalaran to the end of the road.

If we judge based on the power level system that has been summed up over the years and recognized by all races in Azeroth, Archimonde cannot be placed in any level.

After Velen and Kil'jaeden, this third leader of the eredar people, after becoming loyal to the dark titan Sargeras, has acquired terrifying power that defies the boundless darkness.

Its strength far exceeds the legend, far exceeds the extraordinary realm in which most demigods are included in the legend, far surpasses the Aspect Dragon who was given some power by the Titan, and is as powerful as the Lich King who can control millions of undead. Compared with the incomparable spiritual power, the Lich King's own power is undoubtedly down several levels.

But Archimonde's power actually surpassed the knowledge of Azeroth's natives at this time.

This war has indeed come to an end.

Angmar not only failed to thwart the Scourge's attempt to summon Archimonde, failed to stop the advance of the Burning Legion, failed to rewrite history, and failed to get rid of the biggest external threat to the blood elves, it even failed to bring down the most elite people in the northern part of the continent. The troops were handed over as a supplement.

He couldn't help but look up, and saw a faint magical light blooming on the top of the towering spire of the Violet Castle.

Prince Kael'thas is up there.

The few remaining legendary mages of the blood elves are also on it.

It also includes some high-ranking magisters who each shoulder important responsibilities.There are still more than a thousand elite soldiers of the Sunfury Legion in the city, as well as few remaining spellbreakers.

He personally destroyed the top power of the blood elves.

Angmar suddenly remembered what he once said to Princess Calia of Lordaeron. Weakness is the greatest original sin.

History is never a combination of either/or contradictions. Medivh's words also rang in his ears.

"What on earth have I done?"

Angmar's heart tightened suddenly and he lowered his head in pain.Suddenly, he felt something strange happening around him. He hurriedly raised his head and saw a small space crack appearing behind the blood elf mage not far from him.

"Be careful"

he yelled, but it was too late.He watched helplessly as the mage was cut in half by a space crack as thin as a finger.Bright red blood splashed all over him.

The cracks expanded rapidly.

Angmar was horrified to find that when he realized the crisis and subconsciously recited the flash spell silently, and was about to cast the flash spell that only took a few tenths of a second, he could no longer resist the terrifying suction coming from it.

Before losing consciousness, the last silent syllable of the flash spell had not yet formed in his mind.

"At least a whole body fell down."

The top of the Violet Castle tower received special care from Archimonde. The evil energy blocked the space. People inside could not get out, and people outside could not get in.

The evil energy tightly wrapped the entire circular platform. From a distance, it looked like a large transparent emerald green ball was inserted into the top of the spire.

The five members of the six-member Kirin Tor Council and the blood elf mage headed by Prince Kael'thas are all sending their last magic to the Eye of Dalaran to resist the terror of Archimonde acting here from afar. strength.

They gritted their teeth and sweated profusely, and no one dared to relax.

The energy field emitted by the Eye of Dalaran, the only one that could protect them, had been crushed by the evil energy and was about to collapse.If you relax even a little bit, a massive amount of evil energy will pour into this space in an instant, killing everyone on the spot.

Luo Ning, who had just been promoted to one of the six-person council members, was the most tired among these people.He has not yet entered the realm of legend, and is only considered a quasi-legendary mage. His whole body is shaking violently, but he still clenches his teeth to support himself. His red hair is wet with sweat and falls limply against his forehead.

Someone sighed and stopped the magic power transmission.As a result, the energy field quickly collapsed to the edge of the platform.

It's Antonidas.

The remaining people were extremely shocked, but they couldn't even raise a voice to question.Without the magical support of one of the most powerful people among more than a dozen people, as long as they are distracted for a moment, the energy field will definitely collapse on the spot.

"you"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Antonidas wiped the sweat from his face and walked to the edge of the platform. His leisurely pace did not reveal the urgency of being in a deadly situation at all. Instead, he looked more like an old man strolling in his back garden. .

Antonidas held on to the beautifully carved guardrail on the edge of the platform and looked at Dalaran, which had been mostly destroyed.Blood and fire danced before his eyes, ruins, corpses, undead, demons

A sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There are also human soldiers retreating towards the castle.

The old man's eyesight has always been very good, and he accurately distinguished the two figures walking in the front.One is Lordaeron's Grand Marshal Garithos, and the other must be Princess Calia, who has recently returned.

As the sun set, the sun shone on the old man.

Time has left traces of time on his face. There are some brown age spots near his cheekbones, and perhaps more on his chin, but they are hidden by a thick white beard. It cannot be seen from his thin cheeks. At this time, he looked even more haggard.

After a while, the old man suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and his frown suddenly relaxed.It's like you've figured something out, like you've made a decision.

The energy field is still collapsing.

"I have witnessed the rise of this city, but I have also witnessed its destruction." When the old man turned back, his face was calm, and his eyes swept over the people present who were supporting themselves one by one.

"What are you going to do?" Modera, who had worked with him for many years, was the first to notice something was wrong, and asked intermittently while suppressing the feeling of frustration from wrestling in the distance.

"Someone has to sacrifice," Antonidas cast an apologetic smile on Modera, then turned to Kael'thas and said, "Your Highness, Dalaran has suffered heavy losses in this battle. I beg Quel'Thalas to Take in the surviving mages”

Kael'thas also sensed something was wrong, and narrowed his eyes to look at him, "What are you going to do? There are ways to get out of danger, don't do anything unwise."

Antonidas just shook his head, walked up to Dalaran, put his hand on the surface of the artifact, and began to intervene forcefully in everyone's spell-casting process.Everyone was surprised to find that although mana was still being output, their control over the artifact had been completely taken away.

"The self-destruction of the Eye of Dalaran should be able to break through the space blockade in a very short time. I will use the instantaneous burst of magic to teleport you into the cracks of the alien plane. Maybe I can't hold on until I can teleport you out safely. You You will be trapped in the gap between time and space, but this is the only option to escape. Good luck, everyone."

"what"

"no, you can not"

The old man ignored anyone's objections and directly activated a certain function of the Eye of Dalaran. This extremely bright crystal glowed with dazzling light, and everyone except him disappeared in the light.

The next second, the artifact exploded, an immeasurable amount of magic power exploded, and a pillar of light that penetrated the sky suddenly appeared at the top of the spire.Affected by it, the magic barrier covering the city, which was already extremely dim, once again shone with purple magic light.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, violets bloom proudly.