Onyxia's body fell back more than ten meters and hit a giant tree. It cut off the ancient tree that was hugged by several people before she could stabilize her body.
The black dragon princess seemed a little embarrassed now. Krasus was more powerful than she had imagined, and she was restricted from being able to kill him. It was extremely difficult to cope with the situation.
"Alsace, you'd better come quickly...or I'll have to run away first!"
Onyxia fluttered her wings, flew into the sky again, and got entangled with Krasus. The red dragon controlled by Sasovar showed its claws and fangs. The two giant dragons were intertwined, scales and blood. Keep splashing.
Just when Onyxia and Krasus were fighting fiercely, Martigosa's voice suddenly sounded in her ears. This made the black dragon stunned for a moment and accidentally received a claw from Krasus. In pain, Onyxia breathed out dragon breath angrily to force Krasus away, and replied angrily, "What are you doing, do you want to kill me?!"
Martigosa, who used arcane magic to maintain communication, said helplessly, "I just want to remind you that if you continue like this, the surrounding magic network will be completely corroded by evil energy!"
"Will it lead to any serious consequences?" Onyxia didn't know the role of the elves' arcane temple. She asked doubtfully while dealing with Sasovar's attack.
Matigosa immediately explained, "This Arcane Temple is the center of the magic network in a large area in the east of Silvermoon City. The intersection of magic power will pass through this place. Once Darkan spreads the corruption... almost a quarter All of Eversong Forest will become like Felwood after the war."
"Then there's nothing I can do. It's already hard for me to deal with this crazy red dragon. Damn it, why is he the consort of the Red Dragon Queen? Otherwise, I would have killed him long ago!"
Onyxia was furious at the moment, and she couldn't be distracted now. Not only did she have to block Sasoval's attack, but she also had to worry about using too much force while counterattacking, in case Sasoval deliberately exposed herself. If there is a flaw, she will become the murderer of the Red Dragon Queen's consort, which will not be good for her.
Compared with Sasovar's reckless attack, Onyxia is in a very passive situation, and it is not easy for her to reply to Matigosa's message.
"I'll think of a way...but Darkan controls the temple, and it's basically difficult for me to counterattack the center successfully."
Looking at the tightly sealed eastern temple sealed by arcane magic, Matigosa was also in despair. It was as if Darkan was upstream of the waterfall, and he was driving an unpowered canoe up the waterfall against gravity. !
"Matigosa, don't be anxious. Don't forget, this is Quel'Thalas... here is the Sunwell." Kalecgos grinned in pain as he was corroded by evil energy, and he had to be careful of the wound on his abdomen. Don't Break, "There is no greater concentration of magic than at the Sunwell."
"But I'm not the Sun King of the elves. How can I control the power of the Sunwell?!" Martigosa couldn't laugh or cry. Of course she knew such a simple theory, but she had to use the power of the Sunwell to drive away Darkan's opponent. The blockade of the Arcane Temple requires the Sun King of the High Elves.
"Have you forgotten how we entered Quel'Thalas... Haha, that unlucky guy Krasus at least gave us a useful tool before he was manipulated." Kalecgos outlined with his fingertips He produced an arcane rune, "This is the mark of Kael'thas Sunstrider, which can contact its owner!"
"That's right!" Martigosa suddenly understood. As dragons, they could use magic without scruples in Quel'Thalas because of Kael'thas's acquiescence, and the role of this rune was obviously more than that. .
Matigosa immediately stored a piece of information in the magic torrent and transmitted it in the reverse direction through this rune.
"The Sun King of the elves had better react quickly. I think Onyxia can't hold on any longer." Kalecgos breathed a sigh of relief, sat slumped aside, and looked at Onyxia with some worry. It was discovered that from just now, the black dragon had more and more scars on his body.
"Damn it, I have to delay Darkan's actions. I can't help her." Matigosa gritted her teeth. She had just interrupted her message to Kael'thas, and Darkan's progress had been advanced a lot. .
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At this moment, Alsace and others finally arrived outside the valley. He looked at two figures, one black and one red, in the sky with a cold look on his face - there was actually a Dread Lord who had been hiding in front of him for so long...
"Those are... Krasus and Onyxia?" Sylvanas saw the two figures clearly, "Why did they start fighting?"
Arthas looked around for a moment and said to Sylvanas, "You go to support Onyxia and the others. I have to make some preparations. That guy Krasus is being controlled by someone, and I want to find out who is behind it—— Turani, you know what to do.”
Regarding souls, among the few people present, Turani knew the most. This former Auchenai soul priest had extradited and appeased the souls of countless Draenei dead.
"Do you suspect Nathrezim is causing trouble?" Turani also understood what Arthas meant, "I know, Valanel can help me protect Krasus's original soul."
"Be careful. Darkan has captured the Eastern Temple for so long. I'm worried that he has also captured all the temple's defense measures." Sylvanas warned Arthas, and immediately rode the chocobo and Tula. Ni, Nathanos, and Valeela rushed to the battlefield.
After Arthas saw the backs of Sylvanas and others disappearing from sight, he turned over and dismounted, patting the invincible horse's butt. The psychic horse immediately snorted and stepped into a piece of holy light. Disappear.
"Varimathras, get out of here."
Arthas shouted low, and Frostmourne tore the space from the shadow gap to appear, and the ghost of the soul of the Dread Lord Varimathras emerged from it.
The Dread Lord's face no longer had the previous contempt for living beings, only deep fear remained. Half of his soul was torn apart by Arthas and stored in Frostmourne. Only he understood what was happening in front of him. What kind of "monster" is this bit?
Maybe it won't be long before this guy can even surpass those Eternals in the Kingdom of Death...
"My esteemed master, your humble servants are at your disposal." However, the dreadlords retain the grace that is etched in their bones, something that their creator has engraved in their souls.
"Don't call me master. I know that the only person you are truly loyal to is the master of Revendreth." Arthas did not want to have too much contact with the Dread Lord. Their true identities are too sensitive. But now we have to borrow their abilities.
"Haha, I really can't hide it from your eyes, His Majesty the Great Lich King, but please forgive me, even the Lord Overlord would be happy for us to serve such an outstanding being like you," Varimathras' smile was still sinister and cunning. , but he was sincere to Arthas, "You want to deal with the Corruptor Sasoval, right? Well - I can smell that guy's breath right here."
"Don't let that guy run away. I have something to ask him. After the matter is completed, I will restore your soul." Alsace was not ambiguous and directly gave his price.
"Ah, you are so generous. I will do my best." Varimathras is also very single at the moment. He has fallen into the hands of Arthas, which is more dangerous than falling into the hands of Kil'jaeden. If he doesn't help, he will What can be done? He doesn't want to be turned into a ball of anima and thrown into the soul furnace under Icecrown Citadel just yet.
If you go there, you'll either benefit from the warden or Alsace. It's all about helping anyway. You must first ensure that you live well.
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"What? Darkan breached the Eastern Temple?!" Kael'thas looked shocked. He repeatedly observed the arcane message transmitted to him. The other party's spellcasting skills were completely different from those of the elves, and they were obviously not elves.
Now in Quel'Thalas, the only ones who have the marks they have given are those dragons, in order to ensure that their power can be used normally within the barrier.
"This...my master, do you need us to send troops to rescue immediately?" The astrologer also looked shocked. The fall of the Eastern Temple is not a trivial matter, and it is a magister like Darkan who is familiar with the control of the magic network. You must know that the other party is A person who once personally controlled part of the power of the Sunwell and created various magical miracles in Quel'Thalas.
"It's too late to rush back now. All the teleportation nodes around the Eastern Temple have been blocked. We have to reach the Far Walker's residence recently. Even if we send the fastest Far Traveler, we won't arrive until dawn tomorrow. "Kael'thas sighed, "I have to use the power of the Sunwell to seal off the Eastern Temple."
"But!" Solanlian was very surprised, but she never said her words of dissuasion, because during the few days in Taquilin, she was also very aware of how tight the front line was. Not to mention dispatching the Far Travelers to return to defense, Kelsa Si even began to consider whether to continue to deploy troops to fill holes in the front line.
Kael'thas took a deep breath. It is not difficult to use the power of the Sunwell. The problem is that Bandinorel has not been repaired yet. If you overuse the power of the well, if you are not careful, you will repeat the mistakes of the ancient high elves. .
This is a difficult choice, but compared to the harm caused by Darkan's control of a quarter of the magic network in the Eversong Forest, Kael'thas can't care about these dangers that are only possible for the time being.
However, what Kael'thas didn't know was that at the junction of Zul'Aman and Quel'Thalas, on the border between the old site of the Amani Empire and the land of the high elves, Zul'jin, the warlord of the Amani trolls, was in his camp. Venting his full anger.
"These idiots, idiots! The elves are now at a disadvantage. Our warriors are about to penetrate their defenses. Those tribes actually told me that they want to retreat!"
The magician stood silently not far from Zuljin, watching the warlord vent his anger and recalling the news from the priests of various tribes not long ago.
——"Lord Warlord, the eagle has brought a message. The ancient danger has returned. If you don't want the tribe to be destroyed, it's best to retreat to the forest."
——"Yes, yes, Torvasa was wiped out by a terrifying existence. If you insist on starting a war with the elves now, Amani will also suffer a huge threat."
The high-ranking priests of various tribes had a quarrel at the meeting, but most people had the same opinion, which was to retreat.
They didn't care if they were deserters or something, because the gods they believed in said that if they didn't retreat, their clan would face annihilation.
Zuljin was expressionless at the meeting at that time, but the Warlock later discovered the wooden wine glass that Zuljin had crushed, and he knew that Zuljin's heart was definitely not as peaceful as it seemed.
Sure enough, after returning, Zuljin angrily rebuked the priests for their foolish loyalty to the gods and selfishness. The troll warlord with blood-red eyes had his chest heaving violently. After a while, the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he sat back on the statue that symbolized Oman. He was on the throne of power of the Ni Empire, but when he spoke again, his voice was terrifyingly low:
"Malacas, go and declare my order to retreat."
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