It wasn't that Antonidas didn't try to bypass Krasus and attack the Alliance's warships directly.
Krasus didn't care at all. If you want to fight, just fight. If I find an opening, I'll give you a good beating.
Taking advantage of the Great Lich's powerful spell, the red dragon bit down, almost biting off the Great Lich's rotten left thigh.
The advantage was obvious, but the Great Lich couldn't advance.
This was the dragon at the top of the Azeroth food chain — it was extremely difficult to deal with!
This stalemate made Arthas a little crazy, and he had to send a message to the Sun King. "Anastrian, what are you doing? Isn't it just a Radiant Moon Duque? Get rid of him quickly and come over. "
Get rid of Duque?
How?
Hearing the death order from the soul, the Sun King was dumbfounded as he watched Duque's mana surge.
He had been humiliated twice in one day.
Half a day ago, he had lost to Antonidas because of his old age. He had been guarding an almost inexhaustible mana vein in the Sun Well, but he had been defeated because he couldn't transfer mana efficiently enough.
Now, he was at a disadvantage because he had brought it upon himself.
After transforming into a Great Lich, the bottleneck in converting mana had disappeared, and his efficiency had increased by many times.
Unfortunately, if the power of darkness was negative, then the mana of the Sun Well was a classic example of positive energy.
Who would have thought that he, the owner of the Sun Well for thousands of years and the master of the Sun Well, would be unable to control the Sun Well perfectly because of the change in his body's attributes? Duke, the schemer, had stolen the control and turned the tables?
If Duque had come earlier, then with the advantage of the Sun Well, Anastrian might have had the confidence to fight Arthas and Antonidas head-on.
If Duque had come later, Arthas would have used Frostmourne to successfully corrupt the Sun Well and convert its power into evil mana that Anastrian could use at will. Then, he would have beaten Duque to a pulp.
However, Duque had attacked at this critical juncture, when he was at his weakest, and there was nothing he could do.
What was even worse was that he couldn't resist Arthis's orders at all. That was a punishment from a higher level of the soul, and it wasn't something a servant like him could endure.
He almost fell to his knees on the spot.
He struggled as if to make his posture less unsightly, but this action increased his agony. Anastrian let out a scream from the depths of his soul, and through his withered vocal cords, he let out a furious roar. The roar did not only emit his agony, but also the stench of dark energy.
The black aura was visible to the naked eye, like water ripples, spreading out from his mouth in waves.
The Sun King raised his staff with one hand and made a summoning gesture with the other, pulling the entire palace out of the embrace of death and tranquility.
A neutral arcane light suddenly burst out of the palace.
The few fallen councilors behind him also understood what was going on. They activated [Flash] and left the palace gate. They were located in the towers at the corners of the palace.
Of course, the Sun King's trump card was not just the Sun Well's Dharmic power earth vein.
On the surface, the entire Sun-Chasing Royal Court was a palace, but in fact, it was only his Mage Tower.
He couldn't resist Arthis's orders, so he could only take a gamble. He was betting that Duque didn't have complete control over the Dharmic power vein that extended from the Sun Well.
As long as Duque's power was weak or flawed, he was 100% sure that he could blast Duque, the detestable troublemaker, into smithereens.
Duque gently waved his hand, and a few Ranger Generals led by Cirvanas, including Lilas, had a few more magic shields on them, and they slowly floated backward.
This was Duque protecting them.
Pursing his lips, Cirvanas still had some embarrassment on his face, and finally said, "Be careful!"
Thousands of words were all in the word "careful".
Duque turned back and smiled. "I will."
It was just the simplest response and a gentle smile, but Cirvanas felt as if his heart was touched by something.
Bastard!
That's the Sun King!
He'd been the king of the entire continent for thousands of years, and his strength was only second to the World Guardian!
Are you that confident?
Are you that confident that you can control the violent Dharmic power vein of the Sun Well?
Bastard, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue with such big words?
In Cirvanas' heart, the resentment and anger from a moment ago completely turned into worry at this moment. Even she herself didn't realize that her gaze actually couldn't leave Duke's back anymore.
Watching the blue and gold-edged lion head image flutter in the wind behind Duque, Cirvanas' eyes unknowingly became misty …
Duque had no time to care about others.
Facing a true Breaking Dawn Mage was definitely the greatest challenge Duque had faced since he'd transmigrated.
Even though he'd stolen the Dharmic power vein of the Sun Well, and even though he had the help of the system, he didn't dare to let his guard down.
Every veteran powerhouse had countless trump cards, and if they weren't careful, they would all be defeated.
Resurrection wasn't omnipotent, especially when Duque was facing a Breaking Dawn powerhouse who'd turned from a Mage to an evil Warlock. Warlocks at the Master level and above were all experts at playing with souls. At the thought of this, Duque couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb.
Now, Duque had no choice but to experience how terrifying Pharaoh, who'd mastered both Mage and Warlock magic, was.
Duque stretched out his hands in front of his chest, palms facing downwards. He wasn't just controlling it; he was also using his spirit to feel the pulse of magic coming from the Sun Well.
The sun shone on all things, bringing warmth and light to all living beings in the Azeroth Lands.
The calmness and warmth that the Sun Well had always given outsiders was the effect of being solidified and stabilized by complex and powerful magic arrays. The real Sun Well had never been a docile lord.
Rather than a well, it was more like a huge and unstable nuclear reactor.
It surged like the sun.
Irregular energy shocks were occurring at every moment.
Some were like raging waves crashing against the shore, giving people an impact and shock that was still within one's imagination.
There were also a few shock waves that were earth-shattering and earth-shattering.
Without extraordinary power, just touching this power would cause a backlash, let alone controlling it. Not to mention controlling it, just touching it would cause one to be devoured until not even dregs were left.
However, in Duque's hands, the power of the Sun Well was suddenly divided into twelve types according to its attributes.
Just as the Sun Chaser Court shone brightly, Duque was slowly lifted into the air by the golden, seemingly substantial magic power.
Under Duque's feet, there were twelve gigantic magic stairs that extended to the front of the court like stairs.
Duque, who was emitting golden light and looked like a god descending to the world, spoke slowly.
"Anastrian, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Show me what you've got. "
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