Chapter 784 Well Done

Dark Portal August 20, 2015.

Duke Bolvar Fordragon, one of the top leaders of the Alliance, did not hesitate to risk his life and teleported directly to Silvermoon City. He very formally stated that the Scourge was the enemy of the living in the world and hoped that Quel'Thalas would join the Alliance again.

Bolvar did not make any excessive demands, and did not even say who would be the leader of the alliance. He just hoped that the elves would join as equals.

The result was unanimously rejected by the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council.

Bolvar left angrily that day.

Because Bolvar's visit was quite formal, almost most of the elves received the news. Ordinary people firmly believe in how perfect the new magic defense array claimed by the kingdom is, how difficult it is to attack, and how easily it can reduce millions of undead to ashes.

The soldiers on the front line have an uncontrollable sadness in their brows.

The mysteries of magic are not something ranger generals like Sylvanas, Halduron, and Lor'themar can understand. But Sylvanas has been influenced by Duke for many years, and what impressed her most was that Duke pointed to her chest and said, "The truly indestructible defense is here, not any external object. Whether it's a fortress or a magic circle, Well, once you get the hang of it, those are just toys.”

The new type of magic defense circle that shrouds the Yonge Forest is, in the final analysis, a circle created using the seemingly inexhaustible magic power of the Sun Well.

Dath'Remar Sunstrider stole a vial of spring water that Illidan took from the Well of Eternity to create the Sunwell as a source of magical energy for the high elves.

In the eyes of others, the Sunwell is already an eternal thing.

However, even the Well of Eternity is not eternal, so how can the Sunwell be invincible in the world?

This doubt was buried deep in Sylvanas's heart.

In the recent days, except for Kael'thas who managed to sneak out once to inspect the front line, no high-level mage has appeared in Yongsong Forest. Those Silver Moon councilors still keep opening various salons in Silver Moon City every day, forming cliques endlessly, criticizing their political opponents with trivial matters, and fighting for power.

Sylvanas's heart was bleeding, and she suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition - if the Scourge found a flaw in the magic circle this time, Quel'Thalas might suffer.

And this time, there will most likely be no savior!

August 22, a day that looked no different than the previous two weeks. Despite constant reports of war coming from the south, the Scourge are still very far away from Quel'Thalas.

The Holy Light Alliance formed by Saidan and Turalyon did a good job of blocking the Scourge Legion in the Sodoril River between the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, and the Cult of the Curse believers in the Eastern Plaguelands were constantly being wiped out.

Sylvanas began to feel a little stupid. She could clearly feel that the guards sent to Eversong Forest were seriously slacking off. If the rangers were not still actively commanding the arcane puppets to build defenses outside the forest, it felt like the construction of the defense system had stalled.

Suddenly, a burst of heart palpitations came.

"The sunwell is up there, look to the north!"

All the rangers near Sylvanas turned around subconsciously, and their eyes widened, each pair of eyes filled with fear——

The most sacred place in Quel'Thalas is the Sunwell, so the high elves also worship the sun. There are totems of the sun everywhere throughout the kingdom.

However, the sky at this moment turned completely dark.

The scorching sun disappeared at some point and was replaced by a black sky covered with ice and snow.

A crescent moon exuding a cold and evil aura rose slowly near the center of the magic array.

The entire Yonge Forest seemed to resonate with it and trembled slightly.

"Shashasha..."

The leaves are swaying and the branches are swaying.

Obviously, this is not an illusion.

This scene.

It seemed as if some ultimate evil was coming.

Sylvanas had never seen such a moon, but she vaguely felt that she had seen the same scenery there.

The cold moon was like a scimitar, stabbing coldly from bottom to top. It should be just an illusory scene in theory, but when it soared, every elf heard the sound of something breaking.

It wasn't that their hearing was deceiving them, but that something they didn't understand was really torn apart in the sky.

At first, the speed of its collapse should be extremely slow, even unnoticeable by the elves.

Soon, in the retinas of the high elves, criss-crossing lines, similar to glass bridges, appeared in the sky above the forest.

The 'glass bridge' that was originally blocking the crescent moon was smashed and slowly cracked into a dozen larger fragments. They did not fall to the trees in the forest like real objects, but slowly separated in mid-air. Then dense cracks appeared on the entire translucent surface, and finally exploded like a balloon exploding, splitting into Countless smaller fragments.

It becomes smaller and smaller, and eventually disappears in the entire world.

At first, Sylvanas's few elven ranger generals didn't know what this meant. They suddenly woke up after Sylvanas was shocked.

"No! The magic defense circle is destroyed!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

One word shocked the world!

Every high elf on the defense line had all the blood draining from their faces at this moment.

In the middle of the original magic circle, a high elf dressed noblely and with the emblem of a member of the Silver Moon Parliament on his chest was performing magic.

In his hand, hundreds of black evil magic runes seemed to have broken away from the gravity of the earth, flying out in all directions, and then stuck firmly in the surrounding void with a diameter of more than fifty meters.

At first glance, you will realize that these runes form a huge space door comparable in size to the Dark Door.

In the first few seconds, this huge portal was like a quiet picture, extremely quiet. A few seconds later, black magic waves arose on the portal, rolling and churning like boiling water.

The next moment, several wills exuding evil aura descended.

Several demon eyes suddenly opened near the portal, and the disgusting evil eyes quickly turned back and forth, scanning everything nearby.

At the other end of the portal, several beings began to pass through the void at high speed, pulling out long white cold tails in the illusory sky.

The huge portal was like a volcano erupting, violently spewing out countless black shadows straight into the sky.

It was like a burst of black rain fell in the sky. At first, there were dots of black dots, and then each black dot quickly grew larger in mid-air. When these dense black dots completely returned to their original form, they had filled up a five-meter radius. Every corner of the forest within a kilometer range——

Scourge Legion!

Arthas walked out of the portal with Frostmourne in hand, tilted his head, and showed an evil smile: "Darkhan, you did a good job!"