Hundreds of miles away, the elves on the beach could see the pillar of light rising into the sky.
Looking at the strange black and green rainbows that emitted an ominous aura, the timid elves' legs began to shake incessantly, and their backs were drenched in cold sweat. Even though they knew that this was a safe area declared by the National Rescue Committee, some elves still fled in the direction of the Well of the Sun in a panic.
Of course, more elves stared in the direction of the pillar of light with complicated expressions.
The glory of the Sunwell had favored the High Elves for nearly seven thousand years. There were very few elves of the older generation who had witnessed the birth of the Sunwell. Most of them did not burn out their lifespans, but were lost in the nearly four-thousand-year war with the trolls.
The rest were basically the elders of various small families. Those who could survive the invasion of the Calamity Army were rare existences. Almost all the new generation of elves grew up under the glory of the Sunwell.
Under the protection of the giant magic circle, they enjoyed more than 2,800 years of comfort. It was not until the two battles of the Dark Portal that their fantasy of hiding in a safe protective shell for the rest of their lives was completely shattered.
The expressions on their faces were extremely complicated. If it were not for the appearance of Sylvanas, perhaps they would not even know where their future was.
The dark green water vapor rolling in the sky seemed to be the grin of the Lich King Ner 'zhul. More than one elf saw a huge skull laughing silently in a trance. And in the midst of the skeleton's laughter, a second feeling of horror came.
Seeing the pillar of light was a visual one.
Feeling the tremor was a tactile one.
The more direct feeling of the body gave the elves a more terrifying shock!
Boom! Boom!
The Isle of Quel 'Danas was shaking violently. The tremor was more violent than an earthquake, and it directly set off a tsunami. It was as if an ancient behemoth was awakening at the bottom of the sea, letting out bursts of roars.
"Ahhhhh —" Some elven children screamed.
"Don't be afraid! Lady Sylvanas, who is about to become the queen, will protect us. "The mother comforted her child.
However, it was useless.
"Don't be afraid! The Duque who used the war flag to repel the evil Orcs will protect us. "
Miraculously, despite their sniffles, the children actually stopped crying.
Whether they were willing or not, in the hearts of the elves, Duque, who had saved Cuel Salas twice, had already become sacred.
The huge waves caused by the tsunami rushed towards the seaside in an overwhelming manner.
If it weren't for what happened next, it would have been a terrible disaster.
Out of nowhere, a gigantic wall of air that was 1,000 meters tall suddenly appeared on the beach, separating the entire beach from the sea.
The shockingly huge waves that were more than ten meters high hit the surface of the air wall. Golden magic runes appeared and disappeared into thin air after the waves subsided.
Along with the crashing of the huge waves, it repeatedly appeared and disappeared, appeared and disappeared.
After listening to the explanation from the middle-level elven commander, the civilians finally understood why they were evacuated here. This was the magic array that Dahrema had left behind back then. It was to protect the people at the last moment in case the mana of the Sunwell went berserk one day and the elves had to evacuate.
Although the magic array was driven by the mana of the Sunwell, it operated independently. It only needed to be recharged once a year to ensure that it could be activated at any time for the next year.
Under the protection of the magic array, tens of thousands of elves silently watched the destruction of the Sunwell.
That was … the end of an era!
Hot and turbid well water sprayed into the sky, and a blazing aura swept across the sky. Occasionally, birds would fly by, but they would be immediately devoured by the flames, leaving nothing behind. Splash!
Splash! Splash!
The water in the Sunwell, which was more than a kilometer in diameter, was boiling. At first glance, the water in the entire well was flowing counterclockwise, turning into a huge vortex.
However, near the island in the well where Duque was, the water in the well surged clockwise under the urging of the magic array.
To the surprise of Kael 'thas and the other elves, the water in the Sunwell was like two gears of different diameters with the wrong thread, colliding and rubbing against each other at the intersection of the two streams.
"This is …" Kael 'thas' eyes were filled with disbelief.
With Duque as the center, the inner circle became brighter and brighter under the high-speed rotation, while the outer circle became more and more turbid and black. At first, everyone thought it was an illusion. Soon, everyone saw a huge contrast between the inner circle and the outer circle, which could be seen clearly with the naked eye.
Suddenly, the light of the magic runes on the huge well wall northwest of the Sunwell flickered. After a few breaths, several pieces of the well wall collapsed.
A turbid torrent with a diameter of at least a hundred meters emitted a deafening sizzling sound and shot out from the gap like lightning.
"No — it shouldn't be like this!"
Very abruptly, the will of the Lich King descended again. The image of the white skull in the void was very blurry, but the sharp voice, the common language with a strong Orc accent, undoubtedly confirmed his identity.
"Duque — you actually broke my secret plan!?"
"So what?" On the island in the well, a huge shadow of Duque stood up. His shadow's face was full of disdain.
"No … nothing much." Unexpectedly, Ner 'zhul's reaction should be … a laugh!?
"Huh?"
"I don't like a degraded imitation like the Sunwell. If you want to save it, then save it. But soon you will know what I am going to do. Haha! Hahahaha! "Accompanied by a burst of laughter, the will of the Lich King came quickly and disappeared without a trace.
In the eyes of others, Ner 'zhul was purely there to watch.
Only Duque understood the meaning of Ner 'zhul's words.
It seemed that, as in history, Archimonde, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion, was about to arrive. What Archimonde was interested in, of course, was not the Sunwell made from a cup of water from the Well of Eternity.
At least Ner 'zhul was not wrong.
Even the current Well of Eternity was an imitation of the original. How could Archimonde be interested in an imitation of an imitation?
Fortunately, if the Lich King did not come to make trouble, Duque's chances of dealing with the Sunwell were a little higher.
Duque raised his right hand and made a pushing gesture.
At the same time, the 100-meter-tall shadow of Duque did the same.
For a time, the sewage from the Sunwell began to spin wildly on the seaside of the Isle of Quel 'Danas. Like a whirlpool, everything around it was sucked in.
Trees, turf, gravel on the seaside, and even larger pieces of rugged rocks, everything was crushed and then kept stirring in the whirlpool.
Gradually, a ball larger than a hill appeared.
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