Caer Darron, the former base of the Barov Family, was on the island in the middle of the lake. At this moment, the huge city gate seemed to be under unimaginable pressure, and it was creaking.
Every nail, every huge wooden plank, and every piece of reinforced steel frame on the city gate that was wrapped in a thick layer of fine steel skin was trembling, as if it would fall apart at any moment.
It was the Dark Dean of Scholomance, Gandling. His Dark Magic was exploding uncontrollably under the stimulation of the powerful Holy Light outside the door.
He looked at the dark apprentices behind him with pity, and he tried to suppress the unstable structure of the space due to the powerful mysterious power. He reminded them with difficulty, "Run for your lives … Those who were killed by [Ashbringer] won't even have the chance to revive!"
Run?
Where to?
Within a radius of several kilometers, there were Gryphon Knights in the sky, warships specially towed by steam tractors on the surface of the water, and Naga and murloc troops that had been specially summoned to the bottom of the water. The one in charge was even the Murloc Prophet Mogor, who had advanced to the Radiant Moon rank.
The surrounding space was still completely sealed by the Dalajan Mages led by Krasus with a magic array.
Regardless of whether Anastrian would come or not, even if he did, no one would be able to save them if Duke entered the battlefield at any time.
Unless the entire Scourge Army came to rescue them.
But was it possible?
Not when the Dreadlord Family controlled almost all the high-level undead?
With the last tone of Gadin's words, there was finally an overwhelming sound of metal tearing and giant wood twisting and shattering at the huge city gate.
The gate, which was more than ten meters tall, collapsed!
In the swirling dust, two burly figures emitting golden light appeared in front of the dark acolytes and necromancers, ignoring the interference of the dust.
"Die! Fallen ones! " Mograine swung [Ashbringer], which was as large as a door, and hundreds of evil souls within a hundred meters let out shrill screams before they could even get close. Then, under the blazing platinum light, they were turned into ashes!
Retreat?
Where could they retreat to?
Under normal circumstances, they would retreat to the depths of Scholomance and use traps and mechanisms to deal the most damage to the Alliance.
Don't forget, history is very different.
The Barov family, which had joined Scholomance in the past, had lost two unfilial sons, but the old duke was still living well in Elwynn Forest. Caer Darrow was a territory that the Barov Family had operated for centuries.
What Gadin knew, the Barov family knew.
What Gadin didn't know, the Barov family knew.
It was a tunnel of uncanny workmanship that connected the bottom of the lake to the island in the middle of the lake. Furthermore, it had been enhanced by concealment magic, preventing detection from those below the Breaking Dawn realm. It had not been opened for over thirty years.
A super holy bomb made by the best dwarves and gnome craftsmen was secretly transported to the lowest level of Scholomance.
When the lake water mixed with Holy Light shot out from the ventilation holes of every room in the academy, the outcome of this battle was already decided.
Mograine slashed [Ashbringer] in the air, and the golden sword light that seemed to be able to extend endlessly hit Dean Gadin's black magic shield like lightning, exploding into sparks all over the sky.
This was the result of Gadin using [Lightning] and dodging most of the power of [Ashbringer]. If he had been hit directly, he would probably have been killed instantly.
The surrounding space became more and more viscous, and even a powerhouse of Gadin's level could only flash to a mere twenty meters away. Usually, a flash was at least one or two hundred meters away.
Gadin groaned in pain and directly abandoned the magic shield on his body that had been corroded by the Holy Light. He tumbled down from the air and rolled a few times on the ground under the effect of the momentum before he stabilized himself.
However, just as he summoned a new Void Demon and tried to sacrifice this demon to become his magic shield again, another ball of Holy Light brushed past his fingertips and hit his summoned demon.
That was Saidan Dathrohan's [Hammer of Wrath]!
The hammer made of golden Holy Light smashed the Void Demon into pieces. It was too late for Gadin to anti-summon it. The sharp pain from the soul connection told Gadin that this Void Demon was finished, and its existence had been completely erased from the entire universe by the Holy Light.
The scorching air current with the shock wave of the explosion blew Dean Gadin, who had just gotten up from the ground, several somersaults. He crossed the potholed battlefield and finally crashed into the blacksmith's shop where the Undead Blacksmith was working just a moment ago.
Gadin's old bones were stopped by an incomparably heavy iron felt. He knocked over a red-hot iron ingot on the iron felt, and the high-temperature red iron ingot imprinted on his shoulder, making a sizzling sound that was unknown whether it was roasted meat or bones.
For an Undead who had been resurrected twice, physical injuries were not important. What was really tragic was the subsequent blow.
The brilliant brilliance of [Ashbringer] broke Gadin in half at the waist.
Not only in the physical sense, but also on the soul level!
His soul, which was originally full and complete, was suddenly left with only half of it.
"Ahhhhhh — —" Gadin let out a shrill scream.
When he struggled on the ground with his bloodless upper body, two Holy Knights stood in front of him.
"Do you want to repent? A degenerate who pushed his friends and family into hell. "Saidan's face was full of ridicule.
"His Majesty the Lich King …" Gadin opened his arms, trying to make one last fanatical shout with his remaining soul. Who would have thought that before he could finish, the huge [Ashbringer] had already chopped him into pieces like a mountain splitting axe.
The evil body finally turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.
Saidan rolled her eyes. "I thought you would let him finish shouting before killing him. What did Duque say again? Hmm, the sad cry of a dog can be quite interesting sometimes. "
Ignoring Saidan's frivolity, Mograine waved his hand, and a large number of Holy Knights rushed in to wipe out the remaining enemies in Scholomance. At this time, he turned his head to look at Saidan Dathrohan.
"Saidan, I have seen too many disgusting Undead who escape at the last moment. That's why I won't relax until I completely destroy them. You also have to be careful. Even if it is you, if you are careless, you may end up like Antonidas and have your body taken over, ending up with a ruined reputation. Ever since the Holy Knights decided to walk on the path of Holy Light, they have never been afraid of death, but we must die for something. "
A shiver came from the soul, and it made Saidan shiver. Perhaps it was because she sensed the tragic fate in her original history, or maybe it was some strange sixth sense.
This time, Saidan really listened to him.
At the same time, Duque, who had conquered the Dalajan Ruins, found Antonidas' last gift.
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