The light slowly dissipated, and disappeared with it, as well as the dense morning fog. The forest was now transparent, with stars shining on the decayed tree trunks, and the moss covering the ground gradually turned from dark brown to dark green.

It has returned to its original color, and there are small puddles formed by blood on the ground, and mist is steaming everywhere.

As the rising sun broke through the clouds and mist, the first ray of dawn fell upon the earth. Suddenly, the battlefield that was like purgatory a moment ago had undergone earth-shaking changes and turned into a beautiful fairyland on earth.

The ground was covered with undead corpses. The closer to the light explosion point where the fireball was, the more terrifying the damage to the corpses. Some of them could not even be called incomplete, but were completely destroyed by the magic radiation.

It has become a crystallized existence. When the breeze blows, it turns into little bits of dust and scatters in the wind.

A few kilometers away from the Greymane Wall to the south, the outer wall facing this side actually left a large area of ​​burn marks in the radiant radiation. Golden flames were burning on the wooden pillars, and many burn marks appeared on the stone walls.

There were signs of melting, and lava accumulated and slowly flowed down.

What is amazing is that this light did not hurt any living creatures at all. Many coalition soldiers who had escaped the pain caused by the withering spell had just come to their senses, put down their arms that were blocking their eyes, and looked around blankly.

Seeing that there were no undead standing on the open battlefield, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

On the other hand, the defensive position in the south erupted into loud cheers. It seemed that the undead had been eliminated and the battle was won.

Together with the 70,000 to 80,000 Risen cannon fodder who attacked the giant wall, very few of the more than 100,000 natural disaster troops were left. Most of them died in the burst of light, leaving only a few thousand around Kel'Thuzad.

"thump!"

Before he could recover from the shock, suddenly, a heavy figure crashed down at Kel'Thuzad's feet.

Kel'Thuzad lowered his head and discovered that it was Varimathras. But this dreadlord, who had a high status in the Burning Legion, could hardly recognize his original appearance.

One of the two long horns on the head was broken, and the remaining one was connected to half of the head, all turned into crystal magic crystals, with a little bit of residue falling off from time to time. The black armor on the demon's body was badly damaged, and some places turned molten

The metal stuck to the burnt and ulcerated skin. On the wings behind him, only two wing roots were left, and the broken bones stretched out diagonally, like bone spurs on the shoulder blades.

"Ahem! Retreat...retreat immediately." Varimathras coughed out a large mouthful of green blood, clutched his chest tightly, and said breathlessly.

Kel'Thuzad observed the horrific injuries on the Dread Lord. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but raise questions about the whereabouts of the other Dread Lord, Balnazzar, and turned his attention to their original location.

After seeing clearly the pile of winged humanoid burn marks on the ground at Angmar's feet, Kel'Thuzad fell silent.

Balnazzar actually died, or his body was annihilated, and his soul was exiled back to the Twisting Nether.

Looking at the coalition forces that were about to be destroyed, some people began to realize what had happened, and expressions of ecstasy appeared on their faces; a group of legendary strong men who were about to die from natural disasters under the attack of their own spells escaped.

In a dead end, the blue fire in Kel'Thuzad's eyes flickered.

The battle is over.

There was no suspense in this battle, but something unexpected happened. At this point, after sensing that there were only a few thousand undead left in the spiritual network, Kel'Thuzad knew that he had to completely eliminate the remaining coalition forces.

It became impossible.

But this battle cannot be regarded as a failure, at most it can be regarded as a defeat. The blow it caused to the last resistance force in the north was painful to the bones. Although the top strong men survived, those well-trained elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles were almost completely lost.

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After this battle, it would be difficult for the Knights of the Silver Hand, the gryphon troops of the Wildhammer Dwarves, and the elite troops of the Blood Elves to recover in just a few years.

As for the Scourge, there are still millions of undead remaining in the vast land of Lordaeron, and troops as elite as those lost in this battle are still entrenched in the capital of Lordaeron.

The losses in this battle were nothing at all.

With the support of a huge military base, the most fearless thing about natural disasters is casualties. In exchange for 20,000 elites and 80,000 resurrected people, the opponent suffered heavy losses. The battle loss ratio of both sides seemed unacceptable, but the original goal was still achieved. From now on

After that, the north will no longer have the power to stop natural disasters.

This is just a small setback on the road to the north. Perhaps the plan will be delayed or destroyed...

It will come eventually.

Finally, Kel'Thuzad gave the order to retreat.

A spiritual wave spread far away, and the remaining undead began to retreat. The survivors of the coalition forces retreated when they saw the natural disaster, and had no intention of pursuing them. They had no strength to fight anymore. Some people looked at the corpses of their comrades in silence.

More were devoted to the treatment of the wounded.

But then, the sound of waves came from behind, causing Kel'Thuzad to stagnate and couldn't help but turn around. Varimathras beside him was even more horrified. The once arrogant demon who despised mortals actually turned around.

Started to tremble.

Under the illumination of dawn, the illusion in the sky was already very clear.

"Lich, if you don't want to die, take back your curiosity." Varimathras' slightly trembling voice came, obviously warning Kel'Thuzad.

"Lord Varimathras, you seem to know the power of that artifact." Kel'Thuzad responded, thinking of the various behaviors of the three-headed dreadlords in the battle.

Varimathras remained silent, and Kel'Thuzad stood at a safe distance, watching the illusory scene in the distance.

It would be impossible to say that Kel'Thuzad was not curious about the artifact that rewrote the outcome of the battle. In his knowledge, there was no artifact that could do the same thing and have such power.

Lightning falls from the sky from time to time, falling into the lake water, causing huge waves - rather than saying that the endless open water with huge waves is a lake, it is better to say it is a sea, because it is really too vast, and it seems to contain a lot of things.

Destructive power.

For some reason, the energy of the Sunwell in Kel'Thuzad's body was about to move under the stimulation of the illusion. This made an ancient legend emerge in his heart - the ancient era when the Well of Eternity still existed, which all mages longed for.

This inexhaustible source of magic created the glorious and prosperous Night Elf Empire, but was eventually destroyed by Azshara's greed and the invasion of the Burning Legion. It was also this explosion that destroyed Azeroth.

It was torn into several continents.

The time span of ten thousand years is longer than the history of mankind. For most people, this legend is just a recreational topic after dinner, because it is too long ago, and the night elves living in the forest on another continent are just illusions.

It's just a legend. After all, even experienced sailors rarely cross the dangerous Endless Sea and go to the continent of Kalimdor to verify the authenticity of the legend.

But Kel'Thuzad was different. Dalaran's library contained many ancient secrets, some of which even revealed the nature of the world. After succumbing to Ner'zhul, he gained a lot of knowledge, including the history of the Burning Legion.

So he understood that the water in this illusion was the Well of Eternity.

Among the gorgeous Elf-style buildings on the shore, there is a corridor built on exquisite stone piers that goes straight into the lake for several kilometers. The huge waves hit the stone pillars, but the stone pillars remained motionless and as stable as a rock.

At the end of the corridor, there is a circular observation deck with a panoramic view of the lake. Two vague figures stand on it. Behind them, there are attendants standing with their hands tied, some carrying trays and wine utensils, and some holding wine glasses.

The fruit bowl filled with fruits has a very respectful attitude.

The two people seemed to have a high status, and they were looking intently at the tall and thin figure on the edge of the observation deck. The tall and thin man was wearing a fiery red robe, facing the rough lake water in an embracing posture, with his arms wide open, and his palms were changing rapidly.

The complicated magic runes were flowing so fast that even magic masters like Kel'Thuzad had trouble finding them.

The huge waves and lightning seemed to be caused by the spell cast by this tall and thin man. But what kind of spell could cause such a strange phenomenon? Kel'Thuzad's method of casting the spell was unheard of.

Magic power surged from all directions and converged into an object in front of the tall and thin man. After a while, the object burst out with blazing light, dispersed the dark clouds, calmed the surge, and finally transformed into a wave-shaped weapon.

One handed sword.

The tall and thin man in the picture seemed to say something, and everyone behind him was also very excited. He took off the wave-shaped dagger in the magic field and raised it high.

Seeing this, Kel'Thuzad already understood that he had witnessed the creation process of Flame Strike.

No wonder...this would be a supreme artifact.

Before leaving, the Lich King's most capable assistant took a deep look at Angmar, who was floating in the air with his eyes closed. The blazing fireball in front of him was extremely dazzling, and there was also this wavy dagger inside.

The shadow is shining brightly.

No one understood what the flickering blue fire in the lich's empty eyes meant.

Suddenly, a scene happened that surprised Kel'Thuzad.

The tall and thin man in the illusion waved his hand, and everything in the illusion world was completely frozen, as if time had been frozen. Whether it was the rippling black lake water or the people behind them looking at the masterpiece, they were all like frozen three-dimensional paintings.

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The tall and thin man made a few false moves with his hands, and a portal made of quicksand appeared in front of him. Then he passed through the portal, escaped from the illusion, and appeared in...

in the battlefield,

And cast an extremely dangerous look at Kel'Thuzad.

The Lich's heart trembled in vain, and he subconsciously wanted to cast a self-defense spell, but found that a slowly flowing void of yellow sand suddenly appeared, covering the entire battlefield. The coalition soldiers and the retreating undead all seemed to be under a restraining spell.

, maintaining the posture of the previous second without moving. Occasionally, a few slightly stronger ones were struggling subconsciously, as if the power of this unknown spell was not enough to completely control them. And a group of legendary strong men, like

Like Kel'Thuzad, surrounded by yellow sand, he was obviously not under control. His thinking speed was as usual, but his movements were more than a hundred times slower.

Under the shroud of yellow sand, the process of the tragic battle was reenacted. The broken corpses composed of yellow sand were reunited, and the blood scattered on the ground was collected into the corpses. The yellow sand flowed, and the light overflowed, and more and more "sand"

The "dead man" stood up and waited until the yellow sand on his body was gone. He looked at his intact body with a blank expression.

Kel'Thuzad's shock could not be greater. At this point, if he still didn't understand what happened, he would call it a legend. This reversal not only exceeded his cognition, but also exceeded the limit of his exploration of the infinite.

This is……

The realm of time that mortals cannot enter. Even after exhausting the efforts of countless generations of magic masters in Dalaran, it is difficult to discover the secret power of time!

The tall and thin figure covered in yellow sand waved his hand, and the flaming strike in front of Angmar flew into his hand. He looked at what happened on the battlefield and seemed very satisfied, and then took the flaming strike.

He held it in front of his eyes and studied it for a moment, then brushed his palm over every magical rune on the blade, and then cast an extremely dangerous look at Kel'Thuzad.
Chapter completed!