Chapter 363 It’s so cold, I’m playing mud in Dalaran
Charlemagne and Krasus shrank their pupils at the same time when they heard the name. The leader of Nathrezim, who made great achievements for the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients, is a demon king among the tribes of Azeroth. synonymous with.
As the strongest of the Dread Demon King family, he is a well-established demigod-level strength. Even with Krasus in his heyday, he may not be enough to defeat him.
Charlemagne's forehead dripped with sweat, and he looked vigilantly at the demon with a joking smile on the opposite side, 'I'm in trouble...Why does this guy appear here? Is he worried about the Lich King? '
Tichondrius waved his hand indifferently after seeing the guarded attitude of several people, "Please rest assured, I am not interested in helping Arthas and the Lich King break through Dalaran, I am only here to ensure that my lord can go smoothly Arrival, you mortals are just ants blocking the way of the master, there is no need for me to do it, you just wait to burn with your own miserable world."
Tichondrius bowed slightly pretendingly, "Then I will leave first. I hope you can continue to struggle as hard as you can. It is too boring for the destroyed world to be unable to resist. Please bring some fun to our Burning Legion."
"Squeak!"
Following the cries of the bats, Tichondrius had disappeared before the eyes of the four of them. Charlemagne and the three of them heaved a sigh of relief in unison after the catastrophe.
After returning home, Charlemagne put away Solidar, and said anxiously, "We must speed up! After getting the Book of Medivh, Tichondrius will definitely give it to Kel'Thuzad to summon Archimonde. We must try our best to transfer the people of Dalaran before Archimonde arrives."
Krasus, who was also anxious, couldn't care less. While maintaining the barrier, he used a large-scale amplification magic to speak to the whole city.
"Citizens of Dalaran! I am Krasus, member of the Kirin Tor. Please gather at Violet Castle as quickly as possible. We will evacuate Dalaran immediately. There is no time to explain the detailed information. This city is about to be destroyed! "
This thoughtless remark surprised the people of Dalaran who were hiding in their residences or in the mage tower, but thinking of the Scourge that was attacking the city, and the fact that it was not Speaker Antonidas who was speaking now, all people with brains seemed to be I understand what.
Of course, Alsace and Kel'Thuzad, who were still on their way to Violet Castle, heard what Krasus said, and the two of them also seemed a little dazed at this moment.
"We haven't attacked the gate of Violet Castle yet, why..."
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Tichondrius appeared next to Kel'Thuzad, "It's because you two trash are not good at doing things. They almost took away the book of Medivh. If I didn't help you, you would just wait for my lord." Kermond will punish you mercilessly!"
As he said that, he threw the Book of Medivh in his hand to Kel'Thuzad, "Little Lich, hurry up and study how to summon our Lord. Don't worry about this city, anyway, it will be destroyed after the Master arrives."
After working hard for a long time, someone picked the peaches in the end, and was scolded for no reason. Arthas was clearly on fire at this moment, but fortunately, the Lich King comforted him at this time. .
"Don't worry, these idiots won't be too long. As long as they go to Kalimdor, the entire eastern continent will be ours. Let's make a deal with them for the time being."
"A great master of..."
Although he was furious, Arthas obeyed Ner'zhul's order and forcibly endured. He and Kel'Thuzad left the city where the undead would suffer continuous damage as quickly as possible.
Modela, Ansrem and others who went out to collect artifacts and precious books also rushed to Violet Castle after hearing the announcement.
At this time, Charlemagne, Sean, and Romans have led the mages to open multiple portals leading to the town of Far Travel. Afterwards, these Dalaran people and mages will temporarily live in the largest small town in the south of Eversong Forest. town.
"Meh! Meh!"
During the panicked evacuation, a sheep locked in a dog cage was still angrily hitting the cage. Unfortunately, no one was free to take care of him at this time. Only Krasus, who was still maintaining the barrier against the army of undead, would occasionally Give him a sheep-changing technique.
Don't look at this dog cage as ordinary... In fact, it is a magic-proof dog cage specially made by Aethas when he was bored. Antonidas couldn't even dispel the magic in it, so he could only helplessly watch the situation develop further.
Finally sent away the last person who was willing to leave, and the diehards Charlemagne and others who were still in the city had no time to pay attention.
At this moment, an extremely huge portal appeared outside the city. While Modera and the others were in a daze, a giant blue leg had already stepped out of the gate.
Charlemagne saw this scene so startled that his voice changed, "Hurry up! We must leave immediately, otherwise we will have no chance to leave. That is the demon lord Archimonde!"
Krasus stopped the enchantment he was maintaining, and a look of horror appeared on his face, "Archimonde...entered Azeroth again..."
"Stop sighing, let's go! I don't want to be crushed by him and take this last chance to leave!"
Seeing that Aissa, Roman and others lifted up the dog cage to teleport away, Charlemagne also ignored the politeness, kicked Shi Lezhi's Krasus into the portal, and immediately followed in.
At the same time, Archimonde finally walked out of the portal completely. His huge body and the terrifying power surging all over his body made even a rebellious person like Alsace lower his head in fear. Kel'Thuzad and Tichondrius even knelt on the ground early to welcome his arrival.
After Archimonde came out, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Azeroth, it has been ten thousand years. This time, the master's plan must be realized and this sad planet will be completely destroyed!"
Mannoroth, who followed Archimonde, and a group of eredar warlocks laughed wildly, and the fel energy on Mannoroth even spewed out with his laughter.
Tichondrius bowed respectfully and saluted, "Welcome to Azeroth again, Lord Archimonde."
Archimonde nodded, turned around and saw the bustling city behind him, he asked with some interest, "What's going on with this city, does it have anything to do with our arrival?"
Tichtios briefly introduced the background of Dalaran to him, and Archimonde laughed in a low voice, "I see, it's not bad for a mortal to be able to create this kind of enchantment, but..."
The demon lord squatted down with a sinister smile and began to draw a magic circle on the ground. With his spell casting, a sand model-like city of Dalaran appeared in the magic circle.
"Humph!"
Archimonde chuckled twice, and broke the tallest tower with his hands. At the same time, in the real city of Dalaran, the mage tower belonging to Antonidas was also severed from it.
Archimonde has never been a very patient person. After playing for a while, he became impatient. He simply squeezed the entire sand model together. The opposite...is a nearly completely destroyed Dalaran city.
If Alsace was still sweating, he would already be in cold sweat by now. For the first time, he began to question the Lich King in his heart.
"Can we really defeat this monster?"
"Patience, my knight, patience, Archimonde will leave the Eastern Continent soon, we will have a lot of time to run the Scourge, and the planet Azeroth...is not as simple as you think."
(end of this chapter)