Chapter 820 Everything You Want Is Available

More than 200,000 people, including the soldiers of the Kul Tiras fleet who were anxiously waiting for the victory on the sea, all raised their heads subconsciously, and their eyes widened——

The black sun that rose slowly and finally hung alone in the sky actually made the entire Queldanas Island, no, almost the entire earth seem to resonate with it and tremble slightly.

It was a scene that seemed like the end of the world was coming.

Duke bared his teeth. Although he knew that Kel'Thuzad was going to be resurrected through the Sunwell, he vaguely felt that he had seen the same scenery in those blinding magical blockbusters before traveling through time.

Under the black sun, the extremely huge platform of the sunwell rose.

The next scene brought the ultimate horror to Sylvanas and her compatriots - they saw Arthas leading several figures towards the place of energy that had allowed the glory of the high elven race to continue for thousands of years. pool.

Next to the most powerful death knight, two figures, one real and one translucent, were waiting for the death knight. Sylvanas recognized the guy at a glance - Darkan Drasil.

It was he who first betrayed Quel'Thalas.

Then there is the Sun King who sees something wrong...

Darkhan's carefully maintained hands were stained with even more blood than Alsace's.

Fury surged through Sylvanas's body. If Duke hadn't raised his hand to stop her, she might have rushed forward as soon as her forehead heated up.

too late!

There is a huge space barrier on the Sunwell Highlands. What we see now is impossible to reach in a straight line. If you don't enter from the main entrance of Sunwell Heights, you will never be able to get to the Sunwell.

The golden light of the Sunwell, which had not yet been completely polluted, was reflected on Alsace's face, making his features appear soft and even artificially warm.

Immediately afterwards, everyone noticed that Arthas had already inserted the infamous [Frostmourne] into the altar of the Sunwell. The golden energy overflowing from the Sunwell was quickly being contaminated, and then was directed back to the altar. Inside the sunwell.

Alsace curled his lips in Duke's direction as if to demonstrate, and then snapped his fingers coolly.

Darkan understood at that time. He turned a finely carved urn over and poured the contents into the water. The light immediately changed, pulsating and rotating, and appeared in the center of the decaying magic light vortex——

It was a twisted shadow.

It can be recognized from the bony shadow that it is the skinny soul of a lich.

The polluted sunwell rolled up black liquid and began to cling to the dirty souls who stepped into the sunwell.

"No -" At this moment, many high elves cried out. They looked desperately at the contaminated magic spreading on the evil shadow. They bit their lips and could only pray for a miracle to happen.

At this time, the whole island shook again,

Two phantoms of withered arms comparable to towering giant trees stretched out from the polluted sunwell into the sky to hold the black sun in the sky. Although Duke had already been mentally prepared for this, even though he had already made up his mind to reap the benefits. , he was still stunned at this moment.

The huge phantom on the back of the hand embraced the entire black sun. The dirty sun shrank smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, became more concentrated, and finally submerged into the evil figure standing in the black well water.

At this moment, Kel'Thuzad's figure finally broke the boundary between soul and entity and returned to the world of Azeroth.

It was a horned skeleton with an evil smile, its eye holes were filled with blazing flames, snake-like chains were coiled around its body, and its purple robes flew with every move he made.

Kel'Thuzad looked up to the sky and laughed: "Just as the Lich King promised, I was reborn! He gave me true eternal life!"

Sylvanas, Lor'themar, Halduron, Liadrin, every high elf looked at Kel'Thuzad in disbelief.

Is it all just for this?

All the slaughter, torture, and terror, just to resurrect a lich?

The precious sunwell, which was crucial to the fate of the clan, was polluted, and the way of life that had lasted for thousands of years was destroyed.

Just for this?

What a joke! ?

Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted as loud as she could: "Go - attack -"

Every high elf glared at the screaming lich with angry eyes. The only thing that could give them any comfort was to have this lich who had killed a thousand swords be destroyed again.

And that Darkan who betrayed his compatriots and used the Sunwell as a gift to flatter his new master. Only by crushing his corpse into ashes and throwing his soul into hell to roast for millions of years can he let them go. The hatred in my heart!

To the west, the Alliance army also charged under the leadership of Mograine.

However, Duke, who was the core of the alliance and the high elves, stopped and sat down slowly.

"Duke, how are you?"

Duke didn't need to look up to know that his personal maid Vanessa had arrived. He smiled bitterly: "No! Even if you continue to use the magic power of the Sunwell tributary, the burden on your body is still too much."

"Duke, are you okay?"

"Is the commander-in-chief injured?"

Gianna and Abidis arrived next, one appeared in a flash, and the other rode on horseback.

"It's no big deal, let Mograine go first. However, I guess Arthas won't fight us." Duke clutched his chest, breathing a little quickly.

Jaina noticed that between Duke's breaths, the air he exhaled was much hotter than ordinary people. It was almost steam-level breaths.

Duke guessed it right!

Although Alsace was strong, he never thought about fighting against the main force of the alliance when all his men were lost. The undead legions brought this time were all directly transmitted by the power of the Sunwell's magic branch. Now that the Sunwell is polluted, the stability of the branch energy is naturally gone, and it is impossible to continue to replenish troops.

After fighting for so long, the Alliance and the Scourge knew each other well that due to the strength of the soul and the degree of corruption, the combat power of the newly collected undead was always limited.

Although the Scourge Legion can feed itself with war, it still needs a lot of time to cultivate and adjust in order to become a true powerhouse among the undead.

The retreat of Alsace became inevitable.

Sure enough, Alsace's loud laughter was heard over there: "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! This time, it is my victory! I am very curious if you still have the courage when we reveal the final trump card. Stand in front of us!"

A huge space portal appeared under Kel'Thuzad's spell.

It always takes time to kill an army.

In this way, a possible war ended hastily.

This is not a pity, because Alsace and Duke got everything they wanted.