The Dark Portal, 20th of August, Year 15.
Duke Bolvar Fordragon, one of the higher-ups of the Alliance, risked his life to teleport directly to Silvermoon City. He formally stated that the Scourge Army was the enemy of the world and hoped that Cuel Salas would join the Alliance again.
Bolvar did not make any excessive demands. He did not even mention who would be the leader of the Alliance. He only hoped that the Elves would join as equals.
In the end, he was unanimously rejected by the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council.
Bolvar left angrily on the same day.
Because Bolvar's visit was quite formal, most of the Elves received the news. The commoners firmly believed in the kingdom's new magical defensive spell formation, how difficult it was to break, and how it could easily turn millions of Undying into ashes.
The soldiers at the frontline, on the other hand, had an unresolvable worry between their brows.
The mysteries of magic were not something that Cirvanas, Haduron, and Lor 'themar, these Ranger Generals could understand. But Cirvanas had been under Duke's tutelage for many years. What left the deepest impression on her was — Duke pointed to his chest and said, "The real indestructible defense is here, not any external object. Be it the fortress or the magical spell formation, they are just toys once you master the knack. "
The new Magic Defense Array that enveloped the Long Song Forest was, after all, an array made of the seemingly inexhaustible mana of the Well of the Sun.
Back then, Dassrema Sunstrider had stolen a small bottle of spring water that Illidan had taken from the Well of Eternity to create the Sunwell as a source of magical energy for the High Elves.
In the eyes of others, the Sunwell was already an eternal item.
However, even the Well of Eternity was not eternal. Could the Sunwell be invincible?
This doubt was buried in Cirvanas' heart.
Recently, other than Kael 'thas who had managed to sneak out to inspect the frontlines, not a single high-ranking mage had appeared in the Long Song Forest. The Silvermoon Councilors continued to hold various salons in Silvermoon City every day, forming cliques and attacking their political enemies with trivial matters, fighting for power and profit.
Cirvanas' heart was bleeding. She suddenly had an extremely bad feeling. If the Scourge Army found a flaw in the magical spell formation, then Cuel Salas would be in trouble.
And this time, it was very likely that there would be no savior!
August 22nd. This day looked no different from the previous two weeks. Despite the constant reports from the south, the Doomsday Troop was still very far away from Cuel Salas.
The Holy Light Coalition Army formed by Saidan and Turalyon managed to keep the Scourge at the Sodoril River between the East and West Plaguelands, while the followers of the Church of the Damned in the East Plaguelands were constantly being wiped out.
Cirvanas began to feel a little foolish. She could clearly sense that the guards sent to guard Longsong Forest were seriously slacking off. If it wasn't for the fact that the rangers were still actively commanding the arcane puppets to construct fortifications outside the forest, it felt like the construction of the defensive system had already come to a halt.
Suddenly, he felt his heart palpitate.
"By the Sunwell, look to the north!"
All the Rangers around Cirvanas subconsciously turned around. Their eyes widened, and every pair of eyes was filled with fear.
The most sacred place in Cuel Salas was the Well of the Sun, so the High Elves also worshipped the sun. There were totems of the sun everywhere in the kingdom.
However, at this moment, the sky suddenly turned pitch-black.
The scorching sun had disappeared, and in its place was a black sky covered with ice and snow.
A crescent moon emitting a cold and evil aura actually rose near the center of the magic formation.
The entire Longsong Forest seemed to resonate with it and trembled slightly.
"Rustle …"
The leaves were swaying, and the branches were shaking.
Obviously, this was not an illusion.
This scene.
It was as if some ultimate evil existence was descending.
Cirvanas had never seen a moon like this before, but she vaguely felt that she had seen the same scene before.
The cold moon was like a scimitar, mercilessly stabbing from below. Theoretically, it should only be an illusory scene, but when it rose, every High Elf heard the sound of something breaking.
It was not their hearing deceiving them. There was really something in the sky that they did not understand.
At first, the speed at which it broke should have been extremely slow, and even the High Elves did not notice it.
Soon, in the retinas of the High Elves, something like a crisscrossing glass bridge appeared in the sky above the forest.
At first, the "glass bridge" above the crescent moon was pierced, and slowly cracked into a dozen larger pieces. They did not fall to the trees in the forest like real objects, but slowly separated in mid-air. Then, the entire translucent surface appeared densely packed with cracks, and finally burst like a balloon, splitting into countless smaller pieces.
They became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared from the world.
At first, Cirvanas and the other High Elf Ranger Generals did not know what this meant until Cirvanas shuddered, and suddenly came to a realization.
"Oh no! The magic defense formation is destroyed! "
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples!
Once it was spoken, the world was shocked!
All the High Elves on the line of defense turned pale at this moment.
In the center of the original magic formation, a High Elf in noble clothes with the emblem of the Silver Moon Council on his chest cast a spell.
In his hands, hundreds of evil black magic runes seemed to have broken free of the earth's gravity, flying in all directions, and then firmly sticking to the surrounding void with a diameter of more than 50 meters.
At a glance, one could see that these runes formed a huge portal comparable to the size of the Dark Portal.
In the first few seconds, this huge portal was like a quiet painting, incomparably quiet. A few seconds later, the portal surged with black magic waves, rolling and churning like boiling water.
In the next instant, a few wills emitting evil auras descended.
Several Demon Eyes suddenly opened near the portal, and the disgusting evil eyes spun around quickly, scanning everything in the surroundings.
On the other side of the portal, several existences began to pass through the void at high speed, pulling out long, white, cold tails in the illusory sky.
The huge portal was like a volcanic eruption, spewing out countless black shadows straight into the sky.
It was as if a black rain had fallen from the sky. At first, there were stars, and then the black dots rapidly grew in size in mid-air. When these dense black dots completely returned to their original form, they had already filled every corner of the forest within a five-kilometer radius.
The Calamity Army!
Arthas walked out of the portal with Frostmourne in hand. She tilted her head and revealed an evil smile. "Darkan, you did well!"
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