Caer Darrow, once the base of the Barov family, was located on the completely blocked island in the middle of the lake. At this mont, the huge city gate was creaking as if it was under so unimaginable pressure.
The city gate was wrapped in a thick steel skin. Every rivet, every huge wooden bar, and every reinforcing steel fra was trembling, as if it would fall apart at any ti.
The dark dean of the Scholomance Academy, Gandling, was bursting out uncontrollably with dark magic power due to the stimulation of the powerful holy light of the person outside the door.
He looked at the dark apprentices behind him with so regret, trying to suppress the spatial structure that had beco unstable due to the overly powerful mysterious force, and reminded them with difficulty: "Run for your lives... Those who were destroyed by the Ashebringer will not even have a chance to revive!"
escape?
Where to escape?
Within a radius of several kiloters, there were griffin knights in the sky, warships towed by steam tractors on the water, and specially recruited Naga and murloc troops underwater. The one in charge was the murloc prophet Mogor, who had been promoted to a -level mage.
The surrounding space was still completely blocked by magic circles of the Dalaran Mage Corps led by Krasus.
Regardless of whether Anasterian would co, even if he did, no one could save them with Duke ready to enter at any ti.
Unless the entire Scourge cos to rescue.
But is it possible?
At a ti when the Dreadlords control almost all high-level undead?
Following the last note of Gandling’s words, there was finally a sound of tal tearing under the heavy weight and huge trees twisting and breaking coming from the huge city gate.
The gate, which was more than ten ters high, collapsed with a loud bang!
In the flying dust, two burly figures emitting golden light, ignoring the interference of the dust, appeared clearly in front of the dark monks and the undead wizards.
"Die! Fallen!" Mograine swept the Ashbringer in his hand, which was almost as huge as a door panel, across. Within a hundred ters around, hundreds of evil souls let out shrill screams before they even got close, and then were reduced to ashes in the blazing platinum light!
retreat?
Where can I refund?
Under normal circumstances, of course they would retreat to the depths of the Scholomance Academy and use traps and chanisms to inflict the greatest damage on the alliance.
Don’t forget, history is very different.
The Barov family, which had joined the Scholomance Academy in history, had lost two unfilial sons, but the old Duke Barov was still alive and well in Elwynn Forest. Kel’Darron was the territory that the Barov family had managed for many centuries.
What Gandling knew, the Barov family knew.
What Gandling didn’t know, the Barov family knew.
A tunnel that can lead from the bottom of the lake to the island in the middle of the lake. It is also protected by concealnt magic, and is isolated from detection by mages below the level of Antonidas. It has not been opened for more than 30 years.
A super holy light bomb made by the most powerful dwarf and gno craftsn today was secretly transported to the bottom of the Scholomance.
When lake water mixed with holy light gushed out wildly from the vents of every room in the academy, the outco of the battle was already determined.
Mograine swung the Ashbringer into the air, and the golden sword light that seed to extend endlessly hit the black magic shield of Dean Gandling like lightning, exploding into sparks all over the sky.
This was only possible because Jadin used Lightning to dodge most of the power of Ashebringer. If he had been hit directly, he would have been killed instantly.
The space around him beca more and more viscous. Even a strong man like Gandling could only flash 20 ters. You know, normally, a flash is at least 100 to 200 ters.
With a groan of pain, Gandling simply gave up the shield on his body that was corroded by the holy light, and tumbled down from mid-air in a panic. Under the effect of the impact, he rolled several tis on the ground before he could stabilize his body.
However, just as he had just summoned a new void demon, attempting to sacrifice it to transform it into his magic shield again, another ball of holy light brushed past his fingertips and hit his summoned demon.
That is Saidan Dathrohan’s Hamr of Wrath!
The hamr made of golden holy light smashed the void demon into slag. There was no ti to counter-summon. The severe pain from the soul connection told Gandling that the void demon was finished. Its existence in the entire universe had been completely wiped out by the holy light.
The scorching air current brought with it the shock wave of the explosion, which blew Dean Gandling , who had just climbed up from the ground, several tis away. He crossed the bumpy battlefield and finally crashed into the blacksmith shop where the undead blacksmith was working just a mont ago.
Gandling ’s old bones were stopped by the extrely heavy iron felt. He knocked over a red-hot iron ingot on the iron felt. The red-hot iron ingot was imprinted on his shoulder, making a "sizzling" sound that was not sure whether it was roasting at or roasting bones.
For an undead who had been resurrected twice, the injuries on his body were not important. What was truly tragic was the blow that followed.
The brilliant light of Ashebringer broke Gandling in half.
Not only in the physical sense, but also in the soul level!
The soul, which was originally full and complete, was suddenly reduced to only half.
"Ahhhhhh——" Gandling let out a shrill scream.
As he struggled ugly on the ground with the half of his body without blood flowing out, two great paladins stood in front of him.
"Do you want to repent? You are a degenerate who pushed all your relatives and friends into hell." Saidan’s face was full of ridicule.
"Long live the Lich King..." Gandling opened his arms, trying to use his remaining soul to make a last fanatical shout. Who would have thought that before he could finish his shout, the huge Ashebringer had already hit him on the head like a mountain-splitting axe, directly chopping him into pieces.
The evil body eventually turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.
Saidan rolled his eyes. "I thought you were going to let him roar before killing him. What did Duke say this was? Well, the wail of a negative dog can be quite amusing sotis."
Ignoring Saidan’s frivolousness, Mograine raised his hand and a large number of paladins rushed in to wipe out the remaining enemies in the Scholomance. Only then did he turn to look at Saidan Dathrohan.
"Saidan, I have seen too many disgusting undeads escape at the last mont. So I will not relax until they are completely wiped out. You should also be careful. Even if it is you, if you are careless, you might be possessed by Antonidas and end up in disgrace. Paladins have never been afraid of death since they decided to follow the path of Holy Light, but we must die with value."
A shudder from the soul made Saidan shudder. Perhaps he sensed the tragic fate of his past, or perhaps it was so strange sixth sense.
This ti, Saidan really listened.
At the sa ti, Duke, who captured the ruins of Dalaran, found Antonidas’s last gift.
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