He wore finely tailored clothes, and an undamaged, gem-studded longsword hung at his side. His face was slightly twisted with contempt. The man brushed his sleeves as if he wanted to wipe something off.
Both he and Antonidas saw through the appearance and saw the essence of the man. They both cried out in unison.
"Black dragon?"
"Nethario?!"
Antonidas could not be blamed for mistaking him for someone else. He could only blame the man in front of him for being almost identical to the former Lord of Pristos.
However, unlike the Lord of Pristos, the man in front of him did not conceal his dragon aura at all.
No, this was not concealment. This was showing off and showing off!
He was younger and more arrogant!
The floor and walls of the treasure room were roughly chiseled from the solid rock strata of the earth, and the ceiling was arched. There were no windows in the room, and only one door. Apart from the empty space near the exit, the rest of the room was filled with partitions, boxes, and bookcases, all of which were filled with various treasures.
Amidst the dust and those items, a few people stood.
Although they were in human form, Antonidas' senses detected the black aura surrounding them. But before they turned around and revealed their shining eyes under their hoods, Antonidas already knew their identities.
They were the terrifying existences that once gave the Alliance the most headaches in the Horde. It was unknown whether they should be included in the biological domain — the Death Knights.
Now, several Death Knights surrounded the black dragon who had transformed into a human man like stars surrounding the moon. This terrible situation made Antonidas, a Breaking Dawn Archmage, panic.
"Hehe! This great existence in front of me is the new King of the Black Dragons, Nefarian! Old man, don't mistake him for someone else! "Tyron Gorefiend cackled.
Nefarian?!
Compared to his father, Nesario, Nefarian's reputation was definitely much worse. Kael 'thas just frowned deeply. Only Antonidas, who had come into contact with countless confidential information, knew that Nefarian had a completely different way of doing things from his father.
Rather than saying that Nefarian was a dragon, it would be better to say that he was an absolute anomaly among the dragons. There were rumors that Nefarian was collecting the corpses of different types of dragons. Compared to the capricious Dragon King like Nezario who still solved problems with power, Nefarian's approach was more far-sighted and mysterious.
Antonidas did not know what Nefarian's high-profile appearance in the Dalajan's top-secret treasure vault meant, but the uneasiness in his heart reached its peak when Nefarian gently lifted the item in his hand.
The light reflected off its facets and illuminated the entire room. Antonidas obviously knew what kind of treasure could make the Death Knights and even the Black Dragon King ignore the other treasures.
Unfortunately, even though he knew that the other party was here for that thing, Antonidas still held on to the last sliver of hope. Until this moment …
"The Eye of the Dalajan?!" Antonidas shouted with all his might.
With boundless anger and the self-confidence of being on the home ground of the Dalajan, Antonidas fought with all his might!
In an instant, he raised one hand and cast a mysterious charm. With the other hand, he summoned the other members of the Kirin Tor.
The Kirin Tor Chairman never fought alone.
Kael 'thas put one hand on his right shoulder. Almost instantly, he connected his arcane circuit with Antonidas' magic circuit for a short period of time, using his own magic to support the chairman.
Another member of the Kirin Tor teleported to his side. It was an Elf woman with long black hair. A long, pale hand rested on Antonidas's left shoulder, while the other hand, holding the staff, pointed at the fearsome invaders.
Antonidas' hair and beard moved without any wind, like a hedgehog with its spikes erected. His hair and clothes were all stretched out by the surging magic in his body.
"Endless Ice Hell!"
It was too fast!
It was so fast that it didn't seem like ice magic. It was more like some kind of flame that could arrive in an instant!
In less than a tenth of a blink of an eye, the entire treasure room was frozen with Antonidas at the center.
A Death Knight tried to use dark magic to block this attack, but the wave of extreme cold directly hit the Death Knight's torso and slammed him into the wall in the distance. His chest was shattered because of the impact, but in the next moment, the pieces of armor that burst out of his chest, along with his entire body, were completely frozen under a thick layer of ice.
However, the smartest Death Knights, such as Tyron Gorefiend, chose to hide behind Nefarian.
In just a hundredth of a second, even the famous Nefarian would be trapped in this underground treasure room that could gather the magic of more than 300 Mage Towers in the Dalajan.
It didn't matter if it was the Black Dragon King or a Dragon Aspect. With this earth-shattering magic, Antonidas dared to fight it.
At this moment, Nefarian's lips curled into a smile, causing the Breaking Dawn Mage's heart to skip a beat.
In front of Nefarian, a smooth blue magic shield suddenly appeared.
The brilliance was so beautiful that it felt as if the sweeping ice elements had collided with a huge blue dragon's scale.
Antonidas was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue off. For a moment, he almost thought that he was attacking the King of Magic, Malygos.
Before he could react, his magic was reflected back at him.
The power of Endless Ice Hell was instantly compressed, turning into a large hand made of ice fog that was reflected back at twice the speed to attack its master.
Antonidas suddenly felt as if he was grabbed by a pair of cold hands, and the endless cold began to squeeze his heart. He grabbed his chest tightly with both hands, trying to overcome the pain that was like angina.
In the end, the Breaking Dawn Mage was able to cast a spell. A purplish red light danced around him, dispersing the cold in his body. He tried to take a deep breath, letting the cold out of his body. Fortunately, his lungs finally began to expand, his heart began to beat again, and the warm feeling returned to his body.
His powerful spell saved his life, while the Elf Prince relied on his incomparably precious magic items to get through this difficult time.
However, the female Elf Councilor was not so lucky. Her pale face was twisted, and her whole body fell backwards. Her black hair wrapped around her like a shroud. Anyone could see that the extreme cold had taken her life!
"Sahira! No! "
Ignoring the Old Mage's scream and the Elf Prince's angry gaze, Nefarian threw the [Dalajan Eye] to Tyron Gorefiend as if it was a copper coin.
"Let's go!"
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