More than two hundred thousand people, including the soldiers of the Ku 'Dilas fleet, who were anxiously waiting for the results of the battle, all subconsciously raised their heads, and then their eyes widened.
The black sun that rose slowly and finally hung alone in the sky made the entire Isle of Quel 'Danas, no, almost the entire earth seem to resonate with it and tremble slightly.
It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
Duque bared his teeth. Although he knew that Kel 'Thuzad was going to resurrect through the Sunwell, he vaguely felt that he had seen the same scene in those blinding magic blockbusters before he transmigrated.
Under the illumination of the black sun, the incomparably huge base of the Sunwell rose.
The next scene brought ultimate horror to Cirvanas and her compatriots. They saw Arthas leading a few figures towards the pool of energy that had allowed the glory of the High Elves to continue for thousands of years.
Beside the most powerful death knight, one was real and one was translucent. Two figures were waiting for the death knight. Cirvanas recognized the guy at a glance — Dalkan Delathil.
He was the one who first betrayed Cuel Salas.
Then there was the Sun King, who saw that something was wrong …
Dalkan's meticulously maintained hands were stained with even more blood than Arthas.
Rage surged in Cirvanas's body. If not for Duque raising his hand to stop her, she might have rushed forward in a moment of hot-headedness.
It was too late!
There was a huge spatial barrier on the Sunwell Highlands, and it was impossible to reach it in a straight line. If one did not enter from the main entrance of the Sunwell Highlands, they would never be able to reach the Sunwell.
The golden light of the Sunwell, which had not been completely polluted, reflected on Arthas's face, softening his facial features and even giving him a kind of artificial warmth.
Then, everyone noticed that Arthas had already inserted the infamous [Frostmourne] into the altar of the Sunwell. The golden energy that overflowed from the Sunwell was quickly being polluted and then being drawn back into the Sunwell.
Arthas curled his lips at Duque in a show of force, then snapped his fingers.
Dalkan understood at that moment. He turned a finely carved urn upside down and poured the contents into the water. The light immediately changed, pulsing, spinning, and appearing in the center of the weakening magic vortex —
It was a twisted shadow.
From the bony shadow, one could tell that it was the withered soul of a Lich.
The polluted Sunwell churned with black liquid and began to climb toward the dirty souls that stepped into the Sunwell.
"No —" At this moment, many High Elves burst into tears. They watched in despair as the tainted mana spread on the evil shadow. They bit their lips and could only pray for a miracle.
At this moment, the entire island shook again.
The shadows of two withered arms that were comparable to towering trees reached into the sky from the polluted Sunwell and held the black sun in the sky. Even though Duque was already mentally prepared for this, even though he had already made up his mind to reap the benefits, he was still stunned at this moment.
The huge shadow of the back of the hand pulled the entire black sun into its embrace. The dirty sun shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more and more concentrated. Finally, it sank into the evil figure standing in the black well water.
At this moment, Kel 'Thuzad's figure finally broke the boundary between soul and body, returning to the World of Azeroth.
It was a horned skeleton with an evil smile. Its eye sockets were burning with flames, and its body was surrounded by snake-like chains. Its purple robe fluttered with its every move.
Kel 'Thuzad looked up and laughed. "Just as the Lich King promised, I have been reborn! He has given me true immortality! "
Cirvanas, Lor 'themar, Haduron, Riadeline, and all the High Elves looked at Kel' Thuzad in disbelief.
Everything was just for this?
All the slaughter, torture, and terror, just to resurrect a Lich?
The precious Sunwell, which was related to the fate of an entire race, was tainted with filth. The way of life that had lasted for thousands of years was destroyed.
Just for this?
What kind of joke was this?!
Cirvanas took a deep breath and shouted with the loudest voice she could muster, "Advance! Attack!"
Every High Elf glared angrily at the Great Lich who was laughing shrilly. The only thing that comforted them was that this damned Lich would be destroyed once again.
There was also Darkan, who had betrayed his own people and used the Sunwell as a gift to flatter his new master. Only by turning his corpse into ashes and throwing his soul into hell to roast for a million years would they be able to vent their hatred!
In the west, the Alliance's army was also charging under Mograine's lead.
However, as the core of the Alliance and the High Elves, Duque stopped and slowly sat down.
"Duque, how are you?"
Duque didn't need to look up to know that it was his personal maid, Vanessa. He smiled bitterly. "I'm fine! It's just that using the Sunwell's mana continuously is a bit too much of a burden on my body. "
"Duque, are you alright?"
"Is the commander injured?"
Jaina and Abbendis followed closely behind. One had flashed over, and the other had rushed over on horseback.
"I'm fine. Let Mograine go first. However, I don't think Arthis will fight us head-on. "Duque clutched his chest, his breathing a little rapid.
Jaina noticed that the air that Duque exhaled was much hotter than a normal person's. It was almost at the level of steam.
Duque had guessed correctly!
Arthis was strong, but he had never thought of fighting the Alliance's main force head-on after losing all of his subordinates. The Undead Army that he had brought this time had been directly transported over by the Sunwell's mana vein. Now that the Sunwell had been polluted, the stability of the energy vein was naturally non-existent. There was no way to continue replenishing troops.
After fighting for so long, the Alliance and the Doomsday Army both knew that due to the strength of their souls and the degree of corruption, the new Undead Army's combat power was limited.
While the Doomsday Army could nurture their troops through battle, they still needed a lot of time to nurture and adjust to become the true powerhouses of the Undead Race.
Arthis's retreat was inevitable.
As expected, Arthis's laughter could be heard. "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! This time, it's my victory! I'm very curious if you still have the courage to stand in front of us when we reveal our final trump card! "
A huge space portal appeared under Kel 'Thuzad's spell.
It would take time for the army to charge over.
Just like that, a huge battle that could have happened ended hastily.
This wasn't a matter of regret, because Arthis and Duke had already obtained what they wanted.
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