Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 603 19. The End of the Crazy King (Part 1) --- Add more updates for the presumptuous brothers in midsummer [510]

Although in the eyes of Tyrion, the Lord of the Dark Blade, the history of Azeroth is a retrogressive history of power degradation and stagnant civilization, but from a realistic point of view, in this ten thousand years, the world's power level Not just backing off.

Just because of the loss of the never-drying high-concentration magic power environment brought by the Well of Eternity, after surviving the catastrophe, the magical creatures of Azeroth faced the ever-thinning world magic power, and they had to start carefully calculating every day. The consumption of this kind of magic, the magic power is no longer as abundant as it was 10,000 years ago, and spellcasters naturally cannot waste like their predecessors.

Under the influence of this trend, compared with the methods of spellcasters ten thousand years ago, the magic released by mages ten thousand years later may be weaker, but their spellcasting skills have become very sophisticated. In other words, any great mage in the era of the Dark Portal traveled back to 10,000 years ago and could become an unparalleled master of spellcasting in the era of the elf empire just by relying on his exquisite and extreme spellcasting methods.

Therefore, although the overall strength has weakened, the skills have become stronger and stronger. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as an improvement.

And a thousand-year-old antique like Torsedrin is still following the tradition of ten thousand years ago. He and his people used huge magic power to make ancient shields to protect themselves in the most outrageous and wasteful way.

But the shield in front of him, let alone compared with Silvermoon City's exquisite shield system, even compared with the former Dalaran's violet barrier, is like a child's crudely made and inferior toy.

This is the shield spell structure that was popular 10,000 years ago, and these lazy Syndra elves haven't improved it at all for 10,000 years...

Archmage Romans disdainfully analyzed the wreckage of the magic hub that was smashed by the artillery. He picked up a fragment of a magic crystal from the ground with his only remaining hand. The Sun King said:

The calculator Passareen's analysis is correct. Syndra's shield is very resistant to magic, but it has poor resistance to physical attacks above a certain level. Cannons are enough to tear small cracks in the shield, and it is very wise and correct for you to find human artillery to help.

Faced with this compliment, Kael'thas shook his head slightly. He looked at the battlefield behind him. The rangers of the high elves were following the rhythm of human artillery bombarding the shield, and began to seize the second magic hub in the inner city. The lunatic Torsedrin no longer cared about mocking the enemy with magical illusions, and he probably panicked completely.

Looking at the shocking scene when the human artillery fired, the Sun King thoughtfully looked at the silver gun in his hand, which was a gift from King Drake. He felt the cold touch of the gun in his hand, and he Thoughtfully said:

Master Rommath, after the people settle down, maybe...I mean, maybe we also have to start studying engineering, which has been neglected before.

These words made Archmage Romans look slightly changed, but after a while, the old mage sighed:

Yes, you are right, Your Majesty, in this day and age, we can no longer rely on magic alone to protect ourselves.

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The entire ancient city of Eresalas is slightly smaller than Silvermoon City, but for other cities in Kalimdor, this is already a real majestic city. The high elves and human infantry invaded from the front The scene of the city of ten thousand years is very grand, but in the ruins and shadows on the other side of the city, there is also a team trying to crack the shield of the highborne and enter the inner city of the city of ten thousand years.

This is not an official team, so they hid themselves well, like mice in the shadows, secretly fighting their own battles.

These are some warlocks, some warlocks who shouldn't be here.

The human warlock Kanrethad and the orc warlock Recent were busy on the edge of the shield. They filled the magic circle on the ground with weird spell-casting materials, and some summoned demon imps were helping to transport the materials. Beside a warlock, Kel'Thuzad, a master warlock wearing a long hood, is calculating the strength of the magic shield of the Syndra elves. This is a very complicated and cumbersome process. Kel'Thuzad frowned, and no one dared to disturb him.

Farther away, the dwarf warlock Wilfred and the werewolf warlock Xin Ning each led their own teams to patrol the perimeter, and any creatures that approached the invasion point would be mercilessly killed.

This is a covert operation that cannot be detected by the authorities. Once exposed, no force will come forward to protect these warlocks. Therefore, they must be foolproof.

The structure of this shield is a bit weird...

Ten minutes later, Kel'Thuzad stood up. There was a look of fatigue in his eyes, which was mental fatigue. After calculating a huge amount of data in his mind, no matter how smart a person was, he would feel the pain of losing strength, but even After the calculation, the big warlock still did not relax his frown. He said to the humans and orcs behind him:

The power of space tearing is tripled!

What?

Kanresad let out an exclamation, he widened his eyes and looked at his leader:

Three times? Boss, you're not mistaken, right? If you're not careful, it will directly cause the space to collapse...It's too dangerous.

No, it has to be three times! Only then can the devil's door be barely opened.

Kel'Thuzad took the Scepter of Sargeras from his back. He didn't intend to use this dangerous weapon, but according to his calculations, in order to open a space channel that allows warlocks to pass through, he must use it's gone.

He turned his head and explained to his two subordinates:

The structure of the shield in front of me is coupled by sixteen runes, which is equivalent to a city wall composed entirely of pure magic power. It is 1.5 times thicker than the barriers of the Violet Prison in Dalaran. Damn...these highborne Isn’t it crazy? This rune-coupling structure doesn’t look like it’s purely used for city defense...it’s like a super-large seal.”

Seeing his subordinates still in a daze, Kel'Thuzad scolded with dissatisfaction on his face:

In short, do as I say! Wealth and wealth are in danger... Can you get the secret codes we need before those elves break through? Let's just see once.

Although it felt unbelievable, due to the pressure brought by Kel'Thuzad, the human and orc warlocks had to follow the requirements of the great warlocks to increase the spatial impact of the Demon Gate by three times. Shengsheng expanded into a large circle requiring 4 people to preside over it.

After everything was ready, the great warlock stood in the center of the magic circle holding the scepter of Sargeras in his hand. The four master warlocks worked together to activate the magic circle. The huge fel energy gathered again. Kel'Thuzad carefully held the magic circle. The scepter of Sargeras outlined the space parameters he had calculated in his heart, and finally determined a space point within the barrier.

Then, with the activation of the Scepter of Sargeras, the invisible space in front of everyone was crazily weakened, just like a group of miners who had taken stimulants, wielding their hoes to dig the ground in front of them. In just a few seconds, purple Above the magic shield, a black spatial singularity was formed.

Now! Activate it!

Kel'Thuzad gave an order, and the human warlock Kanrethad quickly threw a rune stone into the singularity in front of him. Amidst a low buzzing sound, a small green demon made of obsidian, decorated with demon heads, The portal appeared on the magic circle as if being summoned, and in a certain calculated space point inside the purple enchantment, another almost identical demonic portal also appeared at the same time, but the gate's The color of the magic light curtain is purple.

This is Kel'Thuzad's reference to the portals of mages. The newly developed two-way demon portal for warlocks is powered by evil energy. It is not as powerful as the portals of mages, but it is easy to operate and can be used in large It can be used in some environments where the magic power is disordered, and the duration is longer than the mage's portal.

Walk!

Kel'Thuzad didn't care about the weakness coming from his body. He led the warlocks into the portal with a height of one person. In an instant, he passed the thick magic shield of the elves and appeared directly in Ere In the inner city of Salas City.

However, the moment the great warlock stepped into the city, his nose twitched unnaturally, as if smelling a strange smell, he stretched out his hand, and the warlocks behind him immediately stopped in place and started alert.

Kel'Thuzad's nostrils were constantly twitching. He turned his head to look at Recent, the orc warlock most sensitive to evil energy behind him. He frowned and asked:

Have you smelled it? The smell of demons... There are demons in this city, and they are big lords! But how can there be demons in the city of the Highborne?

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Puff, puff

With two soft bangs, the bodies of the two high-level elf guards guarding the entrance to the underground city in Eresalas fell limply on a black-clad A slender figure with a long hood stood in front of him.

There was a deep bone cut on their necks, and the hideous wound was frozen at the moment of cutting. A black rune long sword engraved with thorns and flowers was held by the slender figure. She looked left and right. Look, then, humming a weird little song, walking with relaxed steps, in the city that has been shrouded in flames of war, walked into the passage in front of you.

The high elves are retreating steadily. Facing the coalition forces of humans and high elves, the high elves, who are absolutely at a disadvantage in terms of quantity and quality, can't resist at all, especially after several magic hubs have fallen into the hands of the coalition forces. Protect the high elves The range of the magic shield is getting smaller and smaller, and the fall of the city is inevitable.

However, the upper elves don't seem to intend to catch them without a fight. Under the command of Torsedrin, the last Syndra guards are stubbornly guarding around the few magic hubs that have not yet been lost, using their ancient magic to fight against them. defeated enemy.

In this turbulent situation, no one paid attention to those guys who crossed the border taking advantage of the chaos of war... such as those warlocks, such as the slender figure in front of them.

They all entered here with a specific purpose, and they all planned to make a fortune and run away.

But unlike the warlocks who used technology to invade, Lord Luminas Sunscar did not spend much energy entering Eldre's Salas, and she walked in with ease.

Tsk tsk, this broken stone is really useful.

Miss Luminas flicked the purple crystal in her hand. After she injected a bit of death energy into it, the crystal emitted a turquoise light, enveloping Luminas in it, together with her body. The body and breath were covered together, as if she didn't exist in the same place at all.

This magical crystal was given to her by Mistress Alleria before she left. It is one of the most precious treasures of the Dark Blade Legion, and it is a piece of the Atama crystal belonging to the Draenei. The magical thing that can hide a large city in light and shadow, Shadow of Foliage.

At this time, Luminas has completed the task entrusted to her by the blood mistress. She escorted the Windrunner sisters and their men to Feralas, and confirmed that they have returned to the high elf camp. Now, she will start her own mission. treasure hunt.

Tyrion, the great lord of the dark blade, clearly told her that the sister sword of the holy sword Quel'Dela was hidden in the ancient city of Eresalas, Quel'sera, also known as the Blade Forged by the Ancient Dragon. , but Tyrion didn't know exactly where the sword was placed, so he could only rely on Luminas to find it by himself.

Before the young lady entered the city of ten thousand years, she was very confident in her treasure hunting ability. However, after entering the city, she realized that the problem before her was not simple.

Elesalas is a complete city. Under the surface city, there is a slightly smaller dungeon, and the architectural style of the Highborne tends to be cumbersome in luxury. The entire dungeon is built like a Like a labyrinth, Luminas passed through the spiral stairs leading to the underground, and after walking around in the chaotic dungeon for a few times, she suddenly discovered a very serious problem...

She is lost.

Yeah, damn it!

Luminas kicked the frozen corpse under her feet, and she cursed with some bad luck:

I knew it was not that simple.

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the dark cave behind her. Compared with the luxurious scene outside, both the environment and the smell in this cave are disgusting. This is not a normal place. According to Luminas Judging from her experience, she should have come to a place similar to a prison while walking around.

The young lady went around the prison several times before she found a half-dead guy in the corner cage. She was eager to find a guide, so she didn't kill this guy. The thick dungeon railing, and then stepped into it, and slapped a group of cold ice slag on the unconscious prisoner's face, waking him up.

The prisoner raised his head blankly, and saw a very wild red-haired beauty in a black windbreaker and black riding boots standing in the darkness around him, looking at him, which made the prisoner immediately fall into a strange silence.

Hey, idiot! Still alive?

Luminas kicked the prisoner impatiently. She stepped on the prisoner's chest with her high-heeled combat boots, lowered her head and asked:

May I have your name?

I...my name is Mordant...Modant Yongying.

Very well, Mordant... tsk tsk, what a stupid name, anyway, you better know where Quel Serra is kept, I mean, your holy sword belongs to me, understand?