Stormwind God

Many of the mage tower's keys are so advanced, and they will not enter three times and refuse to try again today. As a result, 70% of the mage tower's keys gave Duke a number of powerful experiments with the system wizard. All smashed.

The next step is naturally to change the new key instantly and control it in a unified way.

Had it not been for Anthony Das to regain control of the Sun Mage Tower by himself, Duke would be sure to rely on these Morning Stars and Glorious Moon Mage Towers in his hand to make the Scourge into the city.

Unfortunately, the ideal is beautiful and the reality is skinny.

After all, this is not a trap specifically designed for the Scourge. If it is, the Scourge will definitely not stop at that. Duke shot, or he didn't pit, he must pit the old oil in Alsace's bones.

The thrown out fire oil burned no matter what it touched, and in conjunction with the strong winds of summer, it immediately formed a billowing smoke and covered it to the Scourge.

Arthas didn't think about gritting his teeth, using Frostmourne to change the wind direction, halting the Scarlet Crusade for a half, and then letting the undead soldiers take cover.

Seeing the human warriors all wrapped up in their mouths and wearing goggles like Griffin knights, Arthas couldn't help squeezing his brow into a ball.

Temu Duke had been wary of him!

Arthas sighed bitterly: "Jack! I should say, was Duke Marcus the most commanding commander of his generation?"

At this time, there was a muffled thunder in the sky not far away. A small piece of condensed dark cloud gathered above the forward of the Scourge forward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a few loud noises. It was purple lightning that exploded among the gargoyles flying in the air.

The purple thunder ball accurately hit the gargoyle. This kind of power that is not overbearing was suddenly smashed into pieces. The flying stones fell like a hail on the head of the zombie army below. Vulgar secondary damage.

If it's a corps of living beings, morale may have collapsed in an instant.

Although morale is meaningless to the undead, the loss of troops is real.

Arthas questioned the past: "Antonidas! What are you doing now? How much has your strength recovered compared to your lifetime?"

If Master Lao Xiri still has blood on his face, he must have blushed: "70% ..."

It was the sound of a mosquito humming.

"What !?" Arthas was startled.

As a last resort, Anthony Das showed Alsace his own body of the great Lich.

At the sight of Arthas, his teeth were about to bite.

Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke rose around Alsace, and the huge figure of the Dreadlord appeared.

Arthas was full of dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"

"Stop it. This is not a good time to defeat Duke Marcus." Tikrios pointed at the red army in the distance.

Don't say that the Scarlet Crusades, which formed a strict formation at the beginning, even the Dalaran soldiers and mages who fled the Dalaran city hurriedly began to form a tighter formation. Many mages joined the alliance after calming down Lie, with their fierce magic against the Scourge Air Force who attempted to come over.

Even if these 100,000 people retreated, they gathered together and staggered backwards, appearing orderly.

Unless Alsace can make a big earthquake, or use an overwhelming force to break through the Alliance's defense line, it will not be flattering.

Knowing this, Arthas snorted, and dismissed Tikrios's dissuasion.

"Alsace, Lord Lich King has sent a new order."

The dreadlord was sent by Kil'jaeden to monitor the Lich King Ner'zhul, so at most they called the Lich King 'adult', and the Lich King's subordinates must call Ner'zhul 'Her Majesty'.

It wasn't until the Dreadlord moved out of the Lich King that Arthas looked right: "Say."

"He wants you to revive Kel'Thuzad first! In this way, you will have two loyal and powerful great Liches. Instead of only one and a half slings now." Tikrios glanced at Antonidas, revealing the irony without concealment Expression.

Anthony Das, whose strength was declining, was so mad that he couldn't hum it even half a word now.

In the Burning Legion, strength is the right to speak. Not to mention that he is now losing blood, even if he is in its original state of prosperity, he must bow his head before the leader of the Dreadlord.

Not to mention, it was Tikrios who attacked him and captured his soul.

There, Arthas looked at the disgusting thing at Tiklios's hand, unable to say a word.

That's ironic to say.

Ner'zhul resurrected Kel'Thuzad once into a weak Lich. Arthas, who was then a paladin, defeated Kel'Thuzad himself, dismantled the Lich into rotten bones, and threw it into the mold in the Andorhal wilderness.

Unexpectedly, he who destroyed Kel'Thuzad at the time had to go back and revive Kel'Thuzad himself.

Is this a cycle of fate?

Arthas's face sank. "What shall I do?"

"You need to attack ... here!" On a map of Lordaeron made with magic, the Dread Lord's finger pointed at the territory of the northernmost kingdom.

Arthas' eyes narrowed suddenly: "I see."

One idea went on, almost all the mid-level commanders of the Scourge Corps received orders. The army of the undead no longer impacted the defense line made of flames meaninglessly, and after slowly retreating, many zombies and skeleton soldiers retreated directly into Lake Lordaemir.

Duke made a backward gesture, and more than a hundred thousand troops began to retreat.

Half an hour later, both the Alliance and the Scourge were completely out of touch on the battlefield.

Duke ordered: "Be alert to the maximum, we retreat to the North Stream coast."

Abidis had a question: "Why don't we retreat to the city of the South China Sea, if we want to reorganize Dalaran's army, it will be better over there."

Duke shook his head: "From the beginning, this was not a Dalaran problem. This is the most terrible disaster that the entire Lordaeron continent has to face."

Abidis nodded in agreement.

In the following week, after counting, Duke led a 150,000 army, along with more than 90,000 magical apprentices, Dalaran craftsmen and civilians who had little fighting power, and traversed the Silver Pine Forest from east to west.

The situation is very exciting near the Nanliu coast.

To the south of the Nanliu Coast is the nervous Kingdom of Gilneas, the wall of a large number of troops Chen Bing Greymane. The coast of the South Stream is home to more than 100,000 orcs who are not ready to evacuate. To the east of the coast, more than 200,000 human soldiers and civilians pass from south to north.