On a slightly undulating hill in Dalaran, Archmond, one of the giants of the Burning Legion, looked into the distance, and when he saw the shaking castle not far away, he showed a disdainful sneer. △↗

The low and strange spells slowly spit out from its mouth, continuously and stumbled, strange and mysterious, making people feel chilled when they hear it. As these spells were recited, an evil force gathered from all directions. The breeze rotated, and the fine sand around it gathered, and began to accumulate from low to high. In just a short while, a castle of sand and gravel was cast, which was exactly the same as the Violet Castle in the distance.

Feeling the mysterious power gathered around him, and then looking at the piled castle, Alsace, who was standing behind Archmond, his eyes shrank slightly, and the faint light in his eyes swayed. He didn't know what he was thinking, but Archmond, who was looking at the sand castle in front of him, smiled strangely.

Although the Scourge can be regarded as the one-handed creation of the Burning Legion and is their vanguard, these senior officials are intrigue and do not trust each other. The Lich King Neozu, behind the Scourge Legion, has always wanted to get rid of the control of Kiljadan, another giant fraudster of the Burning Legion. The Death Knight does not want to see anyone deprive him of the Scourge Legion. The Burning Legion hopes that the undead will always be their cannon fodder, and they neither believe in its ability nor its heartfeltness for the Nyau who has been making small moves.

Now the polluter Archmond plans to destroy the entire Dalaran with his own strength. One is to announce his arrival to the entire Azeroth world, and the other is to establish his authority so that the Death Knight behind him will be more honest and not have any unfair intentions. A mere first-class master is nothing in front of his first-class peak existence!

Looking at the projection of the Violet Castle summoned by his strange magic, Archmond stretched out his hand with a grim smile and pushed one of the spires.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Mo Wen, who was sitting on his throne thousands of miles away, suddenly his expression changed slightly, and then he closed his eyes.

"--hold head high!"

A few huge dragon roars sounded in everyone's ears. Just as Archmond's hand was about to touch the Violet Castle, a fire light surged into the sky in the distance, and several giant dragons of flames soared into the air from below the Violet Castle. They hovered and protected the Violet Castle. At the same time, the sand castle built by Archmond was also covered with a layer of fiery red protective cover.

"—Hiss!" Caught off guard, Archmond suffered a small loss and was burned by the flames, but then he looked at his slightly burnt palm and smiled, "It's interesting, there are some tricks!"

A layer of black light surged on his arm, and Archmond inserted his hand into the red protective cover bit by bit. The surging flame could no longer hurt it.

Thousands of miles away, Mo Wen's brow frowned slightly, and the next moment the red shield that enveloped the sand castle changed, and the bright red color kept twisting. Finally, it turned into a palm, and then grabbed Archmond's arm tightly.

"Huh!" Archmond's move was just a slap, but this time he was really surprised. So far, he couldn't tell that someone was blocking himself from the air to destroy Dalaran. He thought it was a magic circle in Violet Castle that was spontaneously protecting it. As a result, a master who was also proficient in magic was fighting with him.

But then the polluter showed a hint of mocking, "Interesting! But this level alone is not enough to block Archmond. Go!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, Archmond suddenly exerted force, a large amount of evil energy gushed out, and then waved his arms with force.

In just a moment, Mo Wen's arms condensed were beaten to pieces, and the fire dragons who protected the violets in the distance also cried out with a whine and disappeared without a trace.

A wicked smile rippled on the corner of his mouth, Archmond reached out to the sand castle in front of him for the third time, and this time no one came out to stop him.

With just a nudge, the sand castle was overthrown. At the same time, the Violet Castle in the distance also exploded without resistance as if it was hit by an invisible huge force. The Tafei City fell, and gravel splashed everywhere, like a toy. The Violet Castle that had stood for thousands of years collapsed. Countless mages were pressed under the ruins before they even let out a wail.

It took only half a day after the arrival of Arcmond to destroy the magical kingdom Dalaran, which had been passed down for thousands of years.

"Awesome!" In the Silver Moon City, Mo Wen, who was sitting on the throne, slowly opened his eyes, but a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Although he had only fought with Archmond for two rounds just now, he had already understood the terror of the opponent. He could not even block the opponent for a while with the simplified version of the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation. The leader of the Burning Legion Legion has obviously reached the top level. In this world, except for a few sealed ancient gods and the hidden moon god Eluen, no one is the opponent of this polluter. Mo Wen thought that he had opened the state of Destroyer, and with the complete version of the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation or the Four Spirits Blood Formation, he might be able to compete with that person, but it is impossible to defeat the opponent.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wen thought for a moment, then stood up from the throne, took a step forward, and disappeared from the next moment.

In the hills near Dalaran, Archmond looked at the Violet Castle that had been transformed into ruins with satisfaction, and his eyes swept over Alsace, whose face was a little gloomy, thinking about something.

"Hehe, do you know that guy just now, the Death Knight?"

Arthas was silent for a moment, then looked at Archmond and said as if nothing had happened: "Everyone on the entire Lordaeron continent knows that there is only one magician who manipulates the strange flame beast, that is, the prince of Quelthalas, the famous elf kingdom, Kelthas? Sun-Survivor!"

"Oh, he's strong?" Archmond looked straight at the Death Knight, then asked slowly.

"Very strong, he and his high elves are like this! My legion once attacked their kingdom, but it was easily destroyed." Arthas whispered.

"High elves? Are the descendants of those upper elves?" Archmond was silent for a moment when he heard this, but recalled the upper elves he had seen during the ancient war. Although it rarely fought with those upper elves because of the position of Queen Azshara, who ruled the entire night elves at that time, it had to admit that the group of elves who controlled the magic power were also a group of very difficult guys to deal with.

After thinking for a while, Archmond smiled, with an indescribable cruelty in his eyes.

"Since they are strong, then we will be the first to attack them! Our Burning Legion will conquer this world, and all those who obstruct us will be destroyed!"

Speaking here, Archmond's voice paused, and then looked at Arthas, half sarcastic and half mockingly, "It just happened to be your thoughts, right, Knight?"

Alsace didn't care about what he was thinking in his heart, but continued to stand aside with expressionless face.

"Hmph!" Looking at the Death Knight who was unable to enter, Archmond had no choice. After all, it was not yet time to turn against the Scourge, but then it smiled again and waved to a demon with bat wings and pointed ears behind it, who looked very much like a large fly, and said, "Ticdios, the Scourge will be commanded by you in the future. I want you to conquer the lairs of those high elves within a week!"

When Arthas heard this, his eyes swayed, but in the end he said nothing, and the demon with bat wings saluted respectfully to Archmond.

"As you wish, my master—"

But at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from beside the people.

"No, no, attacking Quel Thalas is not a wise decision, Lord Archmond!"

Accompanied by a white light, an elf wearing red armor and carrying a blue-purple sword suddenly appeared in front of Archmond and its army of demons. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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