Chapter 452: The Sky of Dalaran (Part 2)

The green sphere in the sky radiated light, expanding and rising, becoming brighter. Suddenly, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky, and then the sky responded to its request, with several lightning bolts crackling on the outer edge of the ring. A few breaths later, a tall and strong figure stood where there was nothing, with a kind of dark and dangerous elegance. Arthas was a little obsessed for a moment, and Frostmourne shuddered. Arthas quickly turned his attention back to the battlefield.

In the remaining Dalaran, the call for retreat sounded. Apparently, the mages saw what was happening, and their armies turned their horses around and rushed back to the refuge of Dalaran as much as possible. Although Arthas thought that escaping back to Dalaran was only temporary safety, Dalaran would eventually be destroyed by them. As they fled, a deep, loud voice overwhelmed the noise of the battlefield.

"Tremble, mortals, despair! Destruction has come to this world!"

Arthas raised his hand, and with just the simplest gesture, the Scourge army stopped and retreated. As he rode towards Kel'Thuzad, his eyes never leaving the huge demon, Tichondrius appeared again and teleported over. The King of Terror bowed deeply to the figure. Arthas saw this scene and pulled the reins, watching from afar.

The usually arrogant Lord of Fear shrank his body uncharacteristically. Arthas saw it and found it a little funny. He listened to the Lord of Fear's words from afar, and even his figure changed: "Lord Archimonde, all preparations are complete."

"Very good, Tichondrius. Hmm?" Archimonde saw his broken arm and asked him puzzledly, "What happened to your arm? Is there anyone in this world who can hurt you?"

Tichondrius showed a look of regret and gritted his teeth and said, "It was lost in a battle in Quel'Thalas. I was careless. However, great Archimonde, don't worry, this Quel'Thalas no longer has the ability to stop you. They The capital of the Lich King was completely destroyed by us, and the king died in our hands!"

Archimonde nodded: "This is the fate of all those who resist us! Tichondrius, the Lich King is no longer of any use to me, and now the command of the Scourge Legion belongs to you!"

Arthas suddenly felt very grateful that he had spent enough time on meditation training when he was a paladin in the past, so that he could control his shock and anger and not show it. Even so, Invincible also felt his change and jumped up nervously. He pulled the reins hard to calm the undead horses. The Lich King is no longer of any use? Why? Who is he, and what happened to him? What will happen to Arthas?

"Soon, the Legion will conquer this world once again. But first, I will use these petty wizards as an example to others and make their cities the dust of history."

He strode down, standing proud and majestic, his feet were a pair of hooves, and each step was heavily on the ground, and his armor changed into pink, gold and lavender in the twilight. Beside him, Tichondrius followed closely, always bowing respectfully. Arthas waited patiently for them to walk away, then turned to Kel'Thuzad and whispered: "What a joke! What's going on?" "

Patience, young death knight. This is also what the Lich King expected. Perhaps there will be a place for you in his grand plan."

Maybe? Arthas quickly turned his head to look at Kel'Thuzad, he opened his mouth, and finally suppressed his anger. No matter whether it was a demon or the Lich King, if anyone treated Arthas as a tool to be used and thrown away, he would immediately let them know how wrong this idea was. He had done too much, lost too much, and given up too much for this. He is no longer the same person now, and everything he has paid cannot be in vain! It cannot be in vain!

While Arthas was thinking deeply, the earth began to rumble. Invincible moved restlessly, raising his horse's hooves as if he wanted to minimize contact with the ground. Arthas raised his head and glanced quickly at the City of Mages. At this time of year, the city towers of Dalaran would have been a lovely sight, gleaming with pride and glory in the gathering dusk. But as he looked, there was a low crack. The spire of the tallest and most beautiful tower in the city suddenly fell slowly and mercilessly, tumbling down as if an invisible giant hand had smashed the center of the tower. The rest

of the city did not give the collapsed spire much time to wait, and soon it broke and collapsed, and the thunder of destruction echoed in Arthas' ears. The sound frightened him a little, but he did not look away.

He had been the one who had brought about the fall of Silvermoon City and led the Scourge Army to break it. But it was like a casual wave of the hand, and a city was gone, too easy. Silvermoon City was the prize they won after bloody battles. And Archimonde seemed to be able to destroy the greatest city of mankind without having to go to the battlefield himself. Is this the power of demons?

Arthas scratched his chin thoughtfully, thinking carefully about Archimonde and Tichondrius. Between his legs, Frostmourne shone.

The dust of Dalaran had not yet dissipated, and a new unexpected guest broke in. Arthas was about to stop her, but he stopped at the sight of her hooves. Another demon, Arthas curled his lips, the true love of this female demon could not even reach his shoulders.

The female demon was Iori. Iori walked quickly to Archimonde and bowed to him: "Respected Lord Archimonde, welcome to Azeroth."

"Oh, you are the succubus under Kil'jaeden. Have you found the guys who invaded the Tomb of Sargeras?"

"Not yet." Iori saw that Archimonde's eyes became very fierce, and said quickly, "But we found the Well of Eternity!"

Archimonde's expression changed immediately, and he asked her loudly: "What did you say? The Well of Eternity?"

Iori was shocked by his momentum, and hurriedly said: "Yes, it is the Well of Eternity that the Burning Legion descended into this world ten thousand years ago. Now it is on the other side of the sea, in a place called Hyrule Mountain in the north of Kalimdor."

"Very good! Very good! Your performance is extremely good! I will remember your contribution! We will leave immediately!"

Iori stood in front of Archimonde and suddenly said, "Please wait a moment!"