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Archmage Antonidas held on to his body. His weather-beaten hands were covered in blood and trembling. He struggled to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"Your trivial tricks can't stop me, Antonidas." Arthas said in a victor's tone. The old man who was about to fall to the ground in front of him tried to use magic knots to block the Scourge. It was really stupid! "I think you should

Have you heard about Quel'Thalas? Those arrogant elves also think that their defenses are impenetrable."

Quel'Thalas.

Antonidas felt sick. More disgusting than the blood stains on his body! A small group of survivors from Quel'Thalas fled here and told them about Arthas' atrocities. Antonidas had never seen Kael'thas.

·The Sun Chaser is so angry, broken, and violent.

Almost on the same day, the Elf Prince left Dalaran with a group of followers and returned to Quel'Thalas.

The Archmage stared dumbly at the prince. He failed. He failed just like everyone else who tried to stop Arthas. "I feel sorry for your father, Arthas."

"Thank you for your concern, but before I started to attack the city, you asked me if my father was okay. Now I can answer you clearly, he is... very good." Alsace showed a cruel smile, his

Touching Frostmourne with his hand, he gave Antonidas a happy blow like he had dealt with Uther.

The Scourge obtained the Book of Medivh. It was a large book, and surprisingly heavy for its size. It was covered in red leather and bound with gold wire. The cover was exquisitely carved with a raven spreading its wings.

.This book now belongs to Kel'Thuzad. The Lich once told Arthas that there was nothing more satisfying than watching Antonidas die, but when he flipped through the Book of Medivh, he was completely

Totally fascinated.

Invincible was being harassed by flies, but it didn't move. At this time, they were standing on the top of a hill overlooking Dalaran. Dalaran was still shining in the sun, emitting soft white and purple light.

But the streets were filled with blood. The mages who were fighting him a moment ago were now standing beside him. Most of the enemies had been broken into pieces and became their own people.

"The magic circle has been arranged according to your request, Lich. Are you ready?"

"That's enough," Kel'Thuzad replied, turning the pages with his bony fingers. "Medivh's knowledge is astonishing. I doubt he is more powerful than anyone else."

Before Kel'Thuzad finished speaking, a black-green vortex began to form in the air, and Tichondrius walked out. The Dread Lord's usual arrogant tone was irritating. "No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape death. What he didn't do

It's up to us to do it...today. Start the summoning!"

After saying that, it left. Kel'Thuzad floated into the magic circle. This area was marked by four obelisks, and a purple ring with a dark light was drawn in their center. The lich began to chant incantations, and immediately carved the magic circle.

The lines flashed with green flames, the sky rumbled loudly, and flames spurted out from all around him. Kel'Thuzad looked up and stared forward, his eyes and raised hands sparkling.

The people still alive in Dalaran felt the power of this spell, and they began to gather the remaining troops, preparing to die with the Scourge.

Arthas' attention was suddenly brought back to reality, and a smile appeared on his lips. Many powerful mages had been living in Dalaran, but there was no well-trained army here, and the wizards of the Kirin Tor were not good at fighting.

To make up for their disadvantage, they teleported an army.

The death knight was looking forward to a battle that could feed Frostmourne. He raised the rune sword and felt it tremble in his hand. The soul that was about to enter must be very delicious. Arthas pointed the sword at the last part of the magic city.

The defenders, the Scourge Legion roared, and the invincible one under his crotch also energized himself, screaming and rushing forward at full speed.

Yes, he doesn't need to defend, he only needs to attack.

Frostmourne shines brightly, enjoying the feast of souls.

Dalaran's soldiers fell one after another, and then new soldiers rushed up. But at the same time, Arthas also had new helpers.

The flaming boulder trailed a green trail, screaming across the sky and falling. The earth trembled, and then something like a stone puppet crawled out of the crater, like a suture monster. Several rocks were infected by some evil

The green energy is connected together and manipulated.

Arthas glanced back. The lich was suspended in mid-air, with his arms spread out and his head raised high. The torrent of energy was leaping and overflowing. The lich lowered his hands and stepped out of the magic circle.

"Show yourself, Lord Archimonde!" Kel'Thuzad shouted. "Enter the world and bend it to your power!"

A column of flames shot straight into the sky, causing a series of lightning bolts to burst out of the magic circle. Immediately afterwards, a tall, powerful figure appeared in the center of the magic circle, and the surrounding sky turned dark red. Alsace turned his attention back to the battlefield.

The enemy began to retreat and they fled back to Dalaran.

"Tremble, mortals, despair! The end has come to this world!"

Arthas raised his hand, and with this simple gesture, the large group of Scourge soldiers immediately stopped their pursuit. He came to Kel'Thuzad, but his eyes could never leave the huge demon.

At the same time, Tichondrius also returned. The Dread Lord bowed deeply.

"Lord Archimonde, everything is ready."

"Very well, Tichondrius." Archimonde replied, nodding to the demon. "Since the Lich King has no use value to me, you, the Dreadlord, will command the Scourge from now on.

"

Arthas almost couldn't control himself, and it took a lot of effort to prevent his shock and rage from showing. The Lich King is no longer of use? Why? What's going on?

"Soon I will order the invasion. But first, I want to warn others of the fate of this city. Today, ridiculous Dalaran will become the dust of history."

The demon strode away. His body was upright, arrogant, and his steps were firm and decisive. The end came quietly. Tichondrius, who was groveling next to him, followed as hard as he could. Once they were far away, Arthas questioned Kel'Thuzad.

, "Are you kidding me! What's going on with us now?"

"Be patient, Death Knight. The Lich King has also foreseen this. In his grand plan, you still have a very important role to play. Now, we have to find Nathanos. I hope he will not let him

The Lich King is disappointed."

Arthas stared at the Lich and suppressed his anger. It was hard for him to believe that the Lich still dared to say that everything was going according to plan.

The ground trembled. Invincible was restless, as if he wanted to touch the ground as little as possible. Arthas immediately looked at Dalaran. Those towers are the most beautiful at this time of day, they shine in the dusk. But just as he looked

While looking at this beautiful scenery, a bursting sound suddenly sounded. The spire of the tallest tower in the city suddenly collapsed, rolling and falling slowly and inevitably, as if it was crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The remaining parts of the city quickly collapsed and turned into pieces. The sound of destruction rumbled in Alsace's ears. He couldn't help but be frightened and never looked away.

The scene before me was so easy, with just a snap of his fingers! Archimonde easily destroyed the most magnificent magical city in mankind without even being present in person.
Chapter completed!