Chapter 451 22. The Crisis Between the Two Sides (Part 1)

"No, no!"

A hoarse roar sounded in a remote corner of Silvermoon City. In a dark alley in the business district, the corpses of more than a dozen high elf guards who were patrolling the city were lying in the alley. There wasn't a single drop of blood on the battlefield. On the other hand, those corpses, under the armor, were all skinny bones, and all the blood in their bodies was sucked dry in an instant.

And among these corpses, stood a figure wearing a blood-colored cloak. He looked a little irritable, and under the robe was a pair of young hands with crystal clear and plump skin, like what a handsome elf should have. But the tops of the ten fingers all had curved nails, and in the glare of the dim light, the dagger-like nails shone with a metal-like luster.

Darkan Drahir looked at his own hands, which were like works of art, tore open the throats of at least 300 people. There was no living creature in the magic prison where he was held. All the prisoners and The guards were all sacrificed to the first blood madness in Darkansaline's career.

After he regained his sanity, he put on a new set of clothes and came out to wander in the shadows of Silvermoon City. He regained his youthful posture nearly a thousand years ago, his body was full of energy that could not be vented. For an hour, he recklessly enjoyed his new life, killed many people, and enjoyed the pure bodies of many young and beautiful elf girls. The long-lost passion really made him miss it...

But how can the satisfaction of the flesh compare to the pleasure of the soul brought about every time blood is drawn?

However, Darkan is a powerful archmage after all, and he quickly woke up from the illusion of his newborn power. Like a rigorous scholar, he began to try to control his new power, but in After repeated experiments, Darkan discovered a fact that made him very disappointed.

The power of blood is very powerful. It can be said that it is stronger than Darkan's expectations. Immortality, rejuvenation, blood shaping and blood magic all make him obsessed, but the biggest problem is that after seeing it with his own eyes After the power possessed by the Mother of Blood, the power of blood that increases with the number of blood draws is completely unable to satisfy Darkan's unleashed greed...

"The difference is too big..."

The fingernails of Darkan's ten fingers were slowly retracted. He clenched his fist and hit the wall beside him with a fist. A clear fist mark appeared, representing the anxiety in Darkan's heart. He recalled that night 4 days ago , the power of the Mother of Blood suspended in the blood moon to sweep away everything, he gritted his teeth and said to himself:

"That's what I want... blood! It must be caused by blood... yes, Alleria's Salayne's blood comes from the Dark Blade King, and that is the bloodline of Salain's ancestor known so far , yes...it must be because of this!"

"The blood of the Dark Blade King hides a secret that I haven't discovered yet, and that secret can make me stronger...as strong as the full body of the Blood Mistress, no...it's stronger than that Human power!"

"I'm going to get it!"

"Hehehe, I will definitely get it!"

Darkan let out a deep laugh. He looked back at the corpse behind him, and the urge to suck blood reverberated in his bones again, but this time, Darkan's eyes were very calm, and his figure turned into a group of bloodsuckers strangely. The bat disappeared into a dark alley, looking for its next victim.

It took several months for the blood lords to master the shape of blood, and Darkan completely figured it out within an hour after the transformation. It can only be said that the real schoolmaster is so willful.

A moment later, in an alley at the harbor of Silvermoon City, a female officer in armor fell unconscious in a strange attack, and fell powerlessly into Darkan's arms. Sarain didn't immediately suck her blood dry. Instead, he licked his blood-red lips, and after showing his sharp fangs, he gently kissed the female officer's neck.

"Well, it's time to try blood transformation... You have been chosen, my first heir."

And while Darkan was waiting for his blood servant to wake up, there was a sudden burst of noise outside this peaceful port, which even attracted Darkan's attention, and Salein quietly poked his head out from the alley , I saw a chaotic and icy fleet approaching on the sea outside the pier not far away.

The blood of Salein endowed Dar'Khan with super-strong senses and vision, allowing him to see the shadows on the fleet more clearly than those high elves. He could clearly see the tall figures standing on the ships, and the It was the dead covered in frost, those ominous breaths, the cold temperature of death made Darkan's eyes widen in an instant.

"Dark Blade Undead?"

"No! It's not Dark Blade... This feeling is like a puppet... A puppet whose soul was manipulated came from the north..."

Dar'Khan's superb wisdom immediately reminded him of a terrible truth. It has been four days since Alleria was captured, but the Darkblade Undead in Southern Border did not behave abnormally. When all the troops were dispatched to the southern forest, a group of undead from the north knocked on it easily... Like a deadly sharp knife flying from the sky, it pierced into the most fragile heart of Quel'Thalas.

"He's on the move! Tyrion... the undead of the north, ah... lo and behold, Anasterion and all of Quel'Thalas have been tricked!"

Dar'Khan's blood-red eyes quietly turned to the Isle of Quel'Danas facing Quel'Thalas across the sea, looking at the huge building shrouded in a golden halo of magic power, the Sunwell, The most important treasure of Quel'Thalas.

There was also what he needed there... and Darkan was still planning how to get involved, but the gift that fell from the sky before him gave him a nearly perfect opportunity.

The moment Dar'Khan discovered that the undead from the north had entered the territorial waters of Quel'Thalas, in the Court of Sunsun in Silvermoon City, Anasterian, the Sun King, also received the news from the Sunsail Port garrison, and Dar'Khan could What he discovered, Anasterian would naturally discover too.

"boom"

The urgent report was slapped on the table by the Sun King, and he clenched his fists with a gloomy expression:

"Let the Firewing Legion send our soldiers back as quickly as possible. Before these unknown undead approach Silvermoon City and the Sunwell, the fleet at Sunsail Port must stop them!"

"Under the enchantment of Banti Reynolds, these undead will not be so easy..."

"boom"

Before the Sun King finished speaking, a loud noise erupted in the southeast direction of Silvermoon City. The Sun King's complexion changed drastically. He walked out of the palace quickly. In the sky, a huge magical storm is swaying in the southeast sky in a crazy manner, just like the night when the orcs invaded and the enchantment was destroyed by Tyrion, it looked exactly the same.

A node was destroyed, and the Banti Raynor barrier covering the entire territory of Quel'Thalas was cut off because of the magic power, and it entered a state of rapid decline in an instant. Almost at the same time the barrier was broken, above Silvermoon City In the sky, thousands of meters above the clouds, which have exceeded the limit height of magic power detection, huge frost bone dragons covered with endless frost roared and tore through the clouds, and landed rapidly towards Silvermoon City .

That's not a head...that's a bunch!

It is densely packed, like a disturbed chaotic swarm of bees, but they are not bugs that can be crushed to death, but the skeletons of powerful dragons awakened after death. On the skeletons covered with frost, there are still Carrying the tall vrykul undead... Along with the skeleton dragons descending on Silvermoon City, there is also a huge, cold, and ruthless will.

Belonging to the will of the Lich King, after several years of dormancy, it finally showed its fangs in the civilized world for the first time, deadly fangs!

"Go and repair the enchantment! At all costs!"

The stone railing held by the Sun King shattered amidst the surge of magic power. Amidst the splash of gravel, the Sun King's deep voice woke up the royal mages in the entire royal court.

The high elves are not creatures that are good at forgetting. In fact, in the orc war, after Banti Raynor's enchantment was destroyed once, the Sun King ordered the most wise mages in Quel'Thalas to unite and use collective The wisdom of improving the ancient way of working of the enchantment, they are not willing to fall twice on the same stone.

But Banti Raynor's enchantment covers the entire Quel'Thalas, and the internal magic power source is a very complicated group. It takes a long time for the mages to improve. At this time, the enchantment suppression effect that is declining in the entire country is this. This time, after the enchantment stone was destroyed, the enchantment did not dissipate immediately, but left time for the mages to repair it.

"Immediately connect the enchantment energy of Quel'Danas Island to the Sunwell! Use the magic power of the Sunwell to recharge the entire Banti Raynor enchantment! Can't let the enchantment lose its effect!"

Under the effect of magic power, the order of the Sun King was clearly transmitted to the headquarters of the elite army guarding the Sunwell. Two loud bangs sounded almost simultaneously.

Anasterian stared at the second magic vortex in the southeast sky, his teeth were clenched at this moment.

The fall of one enchantment stone can be said to be an accident, but two enchantment stones were defeated in a short period of time, this is a completely premeditated attack, and the attacker must be very clear about the top secret of Quel'Thalas , that is, the specific location of those enchantment stones, that is a secret that only the Sun King has passed down from generation to generation!

"That's too late!"

Anasterian is a skilled magician. In his eyes, the golden magic line full of energy extends from the island of Quel'Danas to the sky of Silvermoon City, as well as the fragmented airspace covering the country. After that, it was unable to continue to extend because of the broken node, which represented that the most critical moment for Quel'Thalas had arrived.

After losing their magic power to fully suppress the enemy, the fighters of Quel'Thalas could only use tragic sacrifices to fight against the sudden opponent.

"crash"

The Ice Bone Dragon over Silvermoon City raised its head crazily, sprinkled the deadly frost breath over the majestic and huge Silvermoon City wantonly, those vrykul undead that fell on the ground went crazy and used ancient and huge weapons , crazily destroying the lives of the high elves who could hardly resist their brute force, and what is even more frightening is that every elf killed will, under the control of the cold will shrouded in the sky above Quel'Thalas, die in a short time. Reborn as a dead soul within.

Soon, in front of the first batch of high elf soldiers returning from the front line through the portal, in the ruins of the city ravaged by death, the large tomb on the edge of the city was dug up, and those who died Or, a silent undead army has taken shape.

"We must stay here! We must..."

Guarding the entrance of the Silvermoon City block, escorting the panicked civilians to escape, the city guard chief hadn't finished shouting, the ground under his feet began to crack rapidly, and after the silent, earthquake-like ground subsidence Among them, a huge monster with a height of 5 meters, like a giant purple beetle, its ferocious body covered with thick frost, and its limbs as thick as a battering ram crashed into the ground and appeared in the chaotic city.

Under the layers of thick horny armor, while those pale eyes were shining, its sharp front paws, which were as sharp as a giant stone, were temporarily charged, and between a domineering and unparalleled sweep, in front of its eyes and beside its body The erect, thick walls of Yinyue City were like pieces of paper, and were easily destroyed amidst the terrifying vibrations and blasting sounds.

Riding the endless frost and dust, in the doomsday-like scene, this terrifying big bug walks forward, and those elves trampled by its huge body, can't even howl, will be crushed by the Huge and incomparable power, forcibly crushed into horrible and disgusting minced meat.

This monster that weighs dozens of tons, but has the agility that a hunter should have, is the crypt lord...the leader of the worm-like nerubian undead, and the most powerful fighting force under the Lich King...Anu Barak, Lord of the Crypt!

"Weak life...I must obey the Lich King's will..."

The voice of the crypt lord was invisible and qualityless, full of the helplessness of death and contempt for the weak, but under its ruthless trampling, Silvermoon City, the most magnificent magic city in northern Xinjiang, fell into the most desperate despair uncontrollably. struggling.

Their king had always been on guard against the undead in the south, but now they are struggling to survive under the trample of the undead in the north, what a... irony...

At the same time, within the suppressing enchantment charged by the golden halo of the Sunwell, a figure in a black cloak was looking at Silvermoon City on the stairs. From the point of view of the blade, this seems to be the last figure that should not appear here... and beside him, those loyal guards of the Sunwell have already fallen powerlessly in a pool of their own blood.

"Empires are beginning to crumble, and death is marching...behold, it will end all..."

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