If a person looks up at sothing ten stories high from a close distance, that is already looking up. If you multiply this number by three, it’s nearly a hundred ters, thirty floors! And if it’s a living creature, then any mortal would only feel a terrifying sense of oppression, as if a mountain were collapsing and pressing down upon them.
Archimonde... was truly colossal!
But in the next mont, the giant’s body seed to be whipped by so mysterious force and began to shrink rapidly.
"What’s going on!?" Arthas couldn’t help but lose his voice.
"Damn it, it’s probably the protective array of Azeroth that’s at work," Kel’Thuzad replied imdiately. "When the Titans of the Pantheon left Azeroth, they left behind five guardian dragons and a magic array that targets Titans and particularly powerful beings. This is why our supre master, His Majesty Sargeras, has been unable to reign here again in the past ten thousand years."
Why couldn’t the Demon King enter this world directly, but had to possess the guardian divh with his soul fifteen years ago? Why did the Archlich secretly bring a bottle of contaminated concentrated Sunwell water when resurrecting Kel’Thuzad? After the great Lich’s quick explanation, Arthas finally understood what had happened. It was all caused by the magic circle left by the Creator Titan.
If the demon commander of the Burning Legion wanted to enter, either the guardian dragons would have to be almost completely destroyed, naturally weakening the magic circle’s power; or they would have to use powerful magic to open an interstellar portal and master the password to pass through the magic circle. And that password was the Book of divh.
Kel’Thuzad spat fiercely: "This is a bit troubleso. It seems that the Book of divh we obtained is incomplete... Damn Antonidas, he actually left behind an incomplete code!"
That’s another story. After divh’s resurrection, he had once visited Dalaran to warn Antonidas about the Scourge invasion. Antonidas did not listen, but instead asked divh for the Book of divh, stating that since divh was going to retire, he should not keep such an important artifact. divh had originally intended to leave it to Duke, but unfortunately, Duke was trapped in Karazhan in the void at that ti. After considering it, he agreed. Important things must be protected by strong enough power.
However, Dalaran also fell later. Antonidas, who had transford into the Archlich, then proactively offered the "Book of divh," but no one suspected that this "Book of divh" was not the original version and was incomplete.
Now Archimonde was directly trapped!
Suddenly, the illusory giant showed an angry expression, then roared to the sky, shaking the world: "Roar—Kel’Thuzad! You stupid little Lich! How dare you summon without clearly checking the Planet Code!?"
From the void, a soul punishnt of the highest order descended! In an instant, the great Antonidas Lich collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, and the next mont, as if struck by lightning, his body began to explode continuously!
"Ahhhhh—the great... Archimonde! I had no intention... of teasing you..." Watching the powerful Kel’Thuzad being blown into countless bone fragnts, with even his soul being instantly sucked out and wailing in pain in mid-air, Arthas felt a fear from the depths of his soul.
"Forget it! It’s just a little trick!" Even though they were far away in the endless void, Archimonde still used his powerful soul power to thoroughly search the soul of the great Lich, and then his anger subsided a little.
The imaginary giant stretched out his arms, as if tearing sothing apart with imnse force. After several consecutive and powerful roars, the void in front of the altar seed to be ripped open by a colossal force. Finally, a huge black hole was torn open. The next second, an extrely foul breath filled the entire central square of Dalaran. If the square hadn’t been filled with undead beings, they would all have been poisoned to death in an instant!
The green mist continued to swirl. Then, Arthas found that he could finally see Archimonde’s features clearly. From the vague outline just now, he looked like the familiar dreadlord. Arthas felt that his skin seed to be bluish-gray, and even though he was illuminated by green light, he still couldn’t see clearly.
But there was no doubt that this demon commander was very strong, with a barrel-like torso, thick and powerful arms, and legs like a goat—Archimonde’s legs were bent backwards, ending not in feet but in a pair of cloven hooves. One of his tails twitched deliberately, as if trying to project a calm and controlled deanor. His arms, shoulders, and legs were covered in shining golden armor, decorated with skulls and spikes. A pair of fleshy whiskers swayed on his chin, but the most striking feature of his long face was not this, but a pair of eyes that glowed green, and the evil green light was brighter and more eye-catching than the mist swirling around him.
Archimonde’s entity finally entered this world. His body was much larger than when he was at his smallest just now. Unfortunately, it was still only half of his original height, about 16 stories, or about 50 ters.
"Hahaha! Azeroth! It’s been ten thousand years! The Burning Legion has suffered untold humiliation for a full ten thousand years! But—this sha is about to end! Because—I’m here!" Archimonde’s voice was deep and loud, shaking the entire ruins of Dalaran.
At first, Arthas thought that the crackling of his bones was so kind of hallucination, but then he saw the pillars shaking in the ruins around him and the buildings collapsing one after another, and he finally realized that it was not an hallucination. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he had to recognize that, even though the demon in front of him had obviously been weakened in so way, his strength was still far beyond his imagination.
Arthas’ neck bent unconsciously, even with strong sha and anger!
Ignoring the fallen prince, Archimonde waved his hand again and perfectly reassembled the great Lich, who had been torn into pieces and scattered countless fragnts across the city.
"Kel’Thuzad salutes you—" The great Lich lowered his horned head and prostrated himself on the ground, not caring at all that his forehead struck a lump of green, unknown pollutant: "Great Lord Archimonde. Praise your great power. You used your supre power to forcefully open a passage to this world. I hope that our wholehearted service in the future can make up for the mistakes we have made..."
Archimonde waved his hand and said, "Never mind! I can retain 50% of my strength, which is more than the worst-case scenario I could have imagined! This is more than enough!"
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