Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 154 24. The Burning Dalaran 【25100】

I've been wondering what Mr. Prestor might do to help us...

Glokush stood on a hillside not far from Dalaran City, looking at the burning city in the distance in the dark, and the monster flying in the night sky. As a dead person, he shouldn't have been surprised This kind of emotion, but after witnessing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It's actually...a dragon...

Seeing that a dead person was shocked, the phantom of Lord Prestor standing beside Glokush showed a satisfied smile, as if he was very satisfied with the appearance of his servants.

Mortals think that they are the masters of the world. The magicians of Dalaran think that they can manipulate the whole world by mastering magic. They challenge the world arrogantly, just like a group of ants challenging giants. You see, I just flicked the bullet Finger, let them see a fact clearly...

What fact?

Glokush got on his horse, and after the skeleton warhorse was ready to charge, he looked back at the gradually dissipating magic phantom. On the distorted cheek, there was still the last taunt of the mysterious lord.

I let them return to the life system of this world, where they should be... Ants that can be trampled to death with one foot!

Seeing the disappearance of the magical phantom, the orc death knight showed a trace of disdain on his expressionless face. Perhaps this Mr. Lord does have great power, but isn't he pretending to be a human being and living by human rules?

I don't know where this weird arrogance comes from...

click

The black iron helmets were closed, revealing only the gray eyes. The battle axes in the hands of the death knights swung forward. This silent movement represented the beginning of the attack. As the death knights rushed towards the burning Dalaran, In the other direction, Grom's orcs had already entered the chaotic magic city.

Dalaran, one of the seven kingdoms of mankind, is the smallest country. There is only one city under the management of mages, and that is Dalaran, the pure white city located on the shore of Lake Lordamere, the holy land of human mages.

In the second war between orcs and humans that just ended a few months ago, the orcs led by Orgrim besieged the city. Under the tenacious resistance of the mages, the orcs failed to break through it, but three points outside the city One of the buildings was destroyed by the war.

After the war, while the mages were busy working with the rulers of various countries to restore the order of the human world, they also seized the time to rest their only city. The noble mages will definitely not build the city by themselves, mysterious and noble Their magic could not be used for such lowly things, so they recruited many workers from the surrounding human towns.

And this innocent move brought unimaginable disaster to Dalaran in the dark night of the dark raid.

More than 20 black dragons flapped their wings and fluttered over Dalaran. These behemoths were no different from the red dragons that the orcs used to manipulate, but the black dragons that were good at hand-to-hand combat were stronger than the red dragons, with bigger wings and more scales on their bodies. It is hard, and the dragon fire it spouts is hotter and more lethal, and its temperament is more brutal.

As the black dragons who betrayed the Guardian Dragon Legion 10,000 years ago and were hunted down and hidden, they have not appeared on the stage of history for thousands of years, and now, these black giants that have almost been declared extinct suddenly appeared in the endless Over the defensive Dalaran, they neighed lowly, as if playing a cruel game, and set fire to the newly built houses with scorching dragon breath.

Mages armed with knowledge and magic may not be afraid of black dragons, but ordinary people cannot... The moment the first dragon fire fell, thousands of sleeping workers fell into riots. Fleeing around in a panic, like a headless chicken, driven by the dragon fire with some kind of strategy, it ran wildly towards the city.

Let the order of Dalaran be disrupted in an instant.

On the dozens of mage towers built inside the city, the mages who can still move have already started to act. Among the dragon fires falling from the sky, the dark night of Dalaran is illuminated by the luster of magic guided by the mages, everywhere The flying fireballs, ice cones, and some defensive barriers, the roar of magic, and the roar of the dragon made Grom Hellscream, who rushed into the city along the fire, couldn't help raising his head.

Where the eye can see, the flying light draws a brilliant trajectory in the darkness, just like watching a war movie, and the panic in the city in front of you is the background board of this cruel movie.

Find the treasure trove of the mages! Don't fight them!

Dalaran is different from Alterac City, there is still power to fight back, so the chief decisively issued an order. On the one hand, the death knights also disappeared into the burning city like ink dripping into the sea.

Where did these black dragons come from!

Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider stands on the top platform of his mage tower. Around him, the mages of Quel'Thalas have erected a solid barrier. Some battle mages are expelling the black dragon from the sky, while the elf prince He himself was thinking about the situation in front of him.

Aww!

A frantic roar woke the prince up. He raised his head and saw that the purple barrier of the mage tower on the left was torn apart by two black dragons with their claws. The third black dragon folded its wings and slammed into it like a shooting star. The top of the gray mage tower.

boom

As if being directly hit by a cannonball, bricks and stones flew horizontally, and the prince clearly saw the disaster of those human mages. The young apprentice was almost head-on hit by the black dragon, and his body was torn apart amidst the blood splattering, just like the mage Like the tower, it was completely destroyed by the tyrannical black dragon.

That's the mage tower assigned to the mages of Khadgar.

The high elf mage Lannathel standing behind the prince whispered:

Khadgar himself is not here, only some apprentices are maintaining, they are no match for the dragon at all... What a pity.

The black dragon in the sky that destroyed the mage's tower shook its huge head. The impact just now made it a little dizzy, but looking back at the destroyed mage's tower and the corpse blood in the ruins, it made this brutal giant feel Arrived with a touch of joy.

It spread its wings and raised its head. Just as it was about to roar to express its emotions, it saw the flame storm from the right explode in a cumbersome and complicated mantra, and the flames ejected from the mantra were like Like a big net, it tightly wrapped the black dragon caught off guard.

Help maintain order in Dalaran, Lana'thel, this is the kindness of Quel'Thalas.

Prince Kael'thas had no expression on his handsome face. He took a step forward and was suspended in the air. The gorgeous robes fluttered in the night wind. With the dancing of his fingers, a clear bird-like cry sounded in the burning There was a sound in the flames, and the magic element flapping the wings of the flames flew into the air. Its body was dotted with the same flame feathers, with red and golden lights floating, and there were beautiful feathers at the tail.

It looks like the emblem of Quel'Thalas, the real phoenix.

O...stop this atrocity!

The prince stretched out his left hand, flicked it lightly, and a ball of dancing flames burst out from his fingertips like a light cannon, knocking the other black dragon flying away, and the third black dragon opened its mouth, trying to spit out The scorching shadow flames, but when it opened its mouth, the phoenix-like elemental creature flapped its wings and disappeared in place. When it reappeared, the scorching and slender beak pierced the dragon's neck viciously .

In the painful roar of the black dragon, the battle mages of Quel'Thalas joined the battle one after another, and this was just the beginning. The ruler of Dalaran, the magic power from the Council of Six vibrated over the city. Enraged by the attack, they fought back.

However, the black dragon in the sky has attracted too much attention, and the news of the orcs entering the city has not yet reached the ears of the mages, because those who have seen the orcs have been brutally killed.

boom

The locked door of the Dalaran Bank's treasury was split open by Goreroar. Amidst the sparks, the heavy door burst into a magical luster. Amidst the shrill and ear-piercing warning sound, the tall Grom walked into the mage's door. in their treasury.

This is it! The treasures of the mages are all here! Search!

At the chief's order, the orcs rushed into the treasury. Exquisite collections, priceless works of art, and priceless manuscripts were all thrown on the ground roughly, smashed, trampled, and torn .

Behind Grom, the corpses of the six battle mages guarding the treasure house were scattered on the ground. Their bodies were separated. Their last resistance caused Grom to lose several soldiers, but their warning did not attract Patrols in Dalaran.

Compared with the orcs, the black dragons in the sky are the real trouble.

Keep quiet and no one will hurt you, human.

At the same time, in the library showroom in the center of Dalaran, Glokush looked around, books were everywhere, and in front of him was a human mage wearing a robe, standing there, as if He didn't see the death knight rushing in, and was completely immersed in his own reading. A little cat lay on his shoulder, and looked at the death knight in front of him with curious eyes.

This abnormal reaction made the orc stunned for a moment, and then he stepped forward and tried to grab the strange mage's neck, but before touching the neck, a ball of dancing flames stopped Glokush's rough behavior .

Humans, tell me, where is the Eye of Dalaran?

The mage turned his head and pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose with his hand. There was no panic or fear in his eyes. On the contrary, there was a hint of curiosity that made Grokush's hair stand on end.

Are you a death knight? I've dissected many of your kind before. Frankly speaking, this combination of soul and corpse doesn't really interest me much, but you seem to be an exception.

The mage in black reached out and touched the kitten on his shoulder. He looked at Glokush. After ten embarrassing seconds, he seemed to lose interest. He coughed lightly, pointed to the top of his head, and returned his attention Put all your strength on the book in front of you:

The thing you want is on the second floor, go get it, be quiet, don't disturb my study...or I'll dissect you!

This attitude made the orc death knight a little puzzled, but his instinct told him that the neurotic mage in black in front of him was weird. He took a step back, turned and walked up the stairs. After a while, the weapon pierced his body, and The screams before dying, the rhythm of magic firing, and the vague smell of blood, all these disturbances caused a trace of anger to flash across the face of the black-clothed mage.

Mr. Bigworth, tell me, shall we kill this idiot?

He stroked the kitten on his shoulder, as if he was asking for the pet's opinion, and the latter responded in a childish voice:

Meow~

Well, then count him lucky.

Ten seconds later, Glokush, who was holding a box, came down from the second floor. Behind him were bloody footprints one after another. He looked back at the weird mage, who seemed to be still immersed in knowledge. In the ocean, the death knight saw a line of golden threaded names on the mage's black robe.

Kel'Thuzad?

Glokush read this line silently, and finally, in the weird atmosphere where the two were silent and silent, he strode out of the library.

The streets of Dalaran are already full of corpses, most of them were burned to death by the breath of the black dragon, and a small part were hacked to death by the orcs. The black dragons in the sky have suffered counterattacks from the mages, and they have begun to retreat Yes, Glokush looked around, he felt a magic force approaching, so he resolutely rode on his skeleton horse and rushed out of the city.

Ten minutes later, at the edge of the forest where the death knights set off, Glokush waited for the returning death knights... There were only two of them, and their horses were full of various weapons.

Only the two of you are back?

The orc death knight frowned, looking at the two death knights, one tall and one short, in front of him: Where are the others?

They're all dead, boss!

The short death knight rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice:

The orcs under Grom's command slashed and killed humans at will, which attracted the revenge of the mages. All the brothers were trapped, and only the two of us escaped.

The tall death knight opened a pocket full of weapons as if offering a treasure, and said to Glokush:

Boss, we took advantage of the chaos to loot all the weapon shops in Dalaran, and brought back all the magic weapons we could see.

Yeah yeah!

The short death knight then said:

Our organization has a small number of people, but we still need to develop. Sophisticated weapons are a must. This is our dedication to the organization, but we have only done some trivial work.

Huh? They all died in the hands of the mage?

Glokush didn't believe this at all, he could feel that the two guys in front of him were hiding something, but since they escaped from the burning Dalaran, it proved their ability, according to Tyrion It means that these half-finished death knights are cannon fodder for sacrifice, and no one cares about their life or death.

The things are already in hand, it's time to retreat!

The orc waved his hand and got on his horse. The short death knight looked back at the burning city behind him, and asked in a low voice

Boss, do you want to wait for Chief Grom?

Why wait? What does their life and death have to do with us?