Menethil's Power

Chapter 453 Withering Violet
Dalaran, the glorious city of mages, is undoubtedly a great city. Although the total area of ​​the main city of Dalaran and its surrounding territories is less than half that of Alterac, thanks to the transcendent status of the mage organization and It has an absolute monopoly on human magic and plays a very important role in the alliance.

Such a detached status mainly comes from the Tirisfal Council. Many years ago, the mages of the council pooled their mana into one person, enabling him to master the power beyond the limit of mortals and become the guardian of the entire eastern kingdom. The guardian, the power of the guardian can be passed on. In order to prevent this power from being abused, an outstanding young mage will take over the position and power of the guardian every once in a while. It is this mechanism that makes Dalaran's status will never be shaken.

But with the death of the last guardian, Medivh, this inheritance was cut off, and the power of the guardian was also missing. The Kirin Tor council originally thought that Khadgar, Medivh's apprentice, had inherited this power. But in fact it is not.

Without the guardian, this group of mages who thought they were at the top of the eastern kingdom felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"Have the high elves still not given an answer? According to the agreement back then, they should guarantee the number of elf mages in Dalaran instead of withdrawing everyone to Quel'Thalas."

"We should understand them. After all, the elves have experienced a near-genocide war." Antonidas, with white beard and hair, said patiently. The respected leader of the Kirin Tor has always been very gentle. Negotiations, I believe that Kael'thas will continue to fulfill Quedore's promise when he is able, but the former elf prince has succeeded as the Sun King after all, and it is impossible to return to the Council of Six."

This was a conversation at the top of Violet Castle. The first person to speak was Archmage Delandon, and besides Antonidas, there was another Archmage Ansrem. The supreme leader of the city, but at this time, only three of the Kirin Tor Council of Six are here.

"It seems that there is no hope." Ansrem shook his head slightly, "Tell Vargos to come back, the high elves are no longer the original high elves, and their relationship with the arcane is not so close. It is to start seeking the power of the Holy Light."

"I will send someone there," Antonidas said.

Compared with these veterans, Archmage Vargoth is considered a newcomer. He entered the top decision-making level of the Kirin Tor after replacing the vacant Kel'Thuzad who had rebelled. Therefore, some people who are not so critical but need a powerful figure Errands, of course, are all in his charge.

"What about Krasus? He hasn't responded to our message yet?" Varandon asked again. The archmage has always been a little irritable.

"He is different from us after all. The values ​​​​of the dragon are naturally incomprehensible to humans, and given the current situation of his ethnic group, he does have a good reason not to return to Dalaran." Antonidas still said gently.

Most Kirin Tor mages don't know the true identity of the red dragon mage, but to several archmages, this is no secret.

This appears to be the weakest period in Dalaran's millennium.

Antonidas suddenly remembered the lunatic who came to find him not long ago. He seemed to have not low magic skills, but he also had the weird skill of transforming into a crow, but it gave Antonidas a very familiar feeling.

The lunatic called himself a prophet and asked the Kirin Tor to give up Dalaran immediately, and declared that this magical city would suffer a catastrophe. Of course Antonidas would not believe such absurd and ridiculous words, so he just dealt with it casually It was sent away in a few words.

How could this great magical city be destroyed in one breath?

Antonidas is not the only one who has this kind of thinking. Any mage who has lived in Dalaran has full confidence in this magical city. It is the greatest city among all human countries. dome shines.

"Da da da."

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in this majestic and empty hall, and the eyes of the three archmages turned to the door, and fell on the person wearing a black cloak who appeared suddenly.Judging by her figure, she should be a young girl, but her face is hidden in the shadows, and only a few pale hairs are exposed.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Archmage Delandon's expression changed.

This top hall can only be reached through a fixed teleportation circle, and using this kind of teleportation circle requires a high status, so it is obviously very suspicious for this strange woman to appear here. Why did those violet guards give her Let go?
Facing Delandon's question, the girl in the black cloak let out a chuckle of unknown meaning. She raised her head and pulled her cloak slightly, revealing half of her fair face, "Why, how long has it been since then? Don’t the great mages know me?”

"Jianna?" Antonidas called out in surprise.

For the girl who was judged by the Kirin Tor Council as a whole, Antonidas felt a certain amount of guilt, because he should have been the mentor of the princess of Kul Tiras at the time. Jaina will never face a similar experience again.

"Jianna? The princess who has been regarded as a traitor by Kul Tiras?" Archmage Ansrem said after thinking for a while.

There was indeed such a rumor in Kul Tiras. When Ansrem said this, he also spoke in a very objective tone, but it was obvious that this sentence had certain consequences.

Jaina bowed her head slightly, her eyelids drooping, but beneath her cloak, she was already quietly grasping the hilt of Frostmourne.

"You see, these hypocritical upper echelons don't care how much harm they have caused you. Years of privilege have made them insensitive, so they must be removed, and then you will rebuild a reasonable new order..."

That voice, the voice calling itself the Lich King still rang in her ears.

He was right.

"This is Dalaran, not Kul Tiras." Antonidas spoke, and he looked at Jaina again. "You must have something to tell us, right?"

"I already have news about my former mentor." Jaina said calmly.

She still didn't raise her head, but that could be seen as a sign of respect for the archmages.

"Kel'Thuzad? Where is he?" Archmage Delandon's voice immediately rose several degrees.

There is already definite evidence that Kel'Thuzad, the former member of the Council of Six, has betrayed Dalaran and was the culprit of the plague that broke out in Northern Gilneas and Arathi Highlands before, and now all Alliance forces have issued Most wanted warrant.

Dalaran is most concerned about his whereabouts. After all, Kel'Thuzad was once one of the highest leaders of the Kirin Tor Council, and his betrayal is a stain on the entire Dalaran.

"He is in Northrend, he joined the Scourge, willing to be their running dog..."

Jaina spoke lightly, but the voice in her ear never stopped.

"You will no longer be afraid, you will no longer suffer...you will no longer have to doubt the legitimacy of your actions, and you will no longer have to worry about being forcibly taken away from what you value. I have arranged everything, and no one will judge you anymore , you will be a well-deserved king..."

"Now...it's time..."

An ice-blue aura gradually emerged in Jaina's eyes. She had pulled out Frostmourne a little bit. The archmage can be said to be the pinnacle of mortals, not to mention there are three of them here, but Jaina has no fear.

As Ner'zhul said, they were indeed fully prepared.

"In other words, that traitor in Kel'Thuzad turned traitor seven or eight years ago?" Archmage Ansrem sneered disdainfully, his eyes never leaving Jaina, "If you say If it is true, then this news is indeed of great value, but I still have some doubts, how did you get here?"

Mages are not easy to fool, they will get to the bottom of any unknown problem.

Jaina still lowered her head slightly and did not reply.

"Even if you have mastered the method of using the teleportation array, those violet guards and mages in the lower levels of the castle cannot ignore your existence." Ansrem approached a few steps with a majestic expression, "So tell me, how did you came here?"

"I killed them," Jaina whispered.

"What?" Anslem's first reaction was that he had heard wrong.

"I said... I killed them all." Jaina raised her head suddenly, her eyes were full of merciless coldness, Frostmourne was pulled out, and the black cloak used to cover it flew directly to In mid-air, there was also a dark golden metal ball thrown by Jaina.

At this time, Jaina revealed her full face, with long hair flying like snow and pale skin like snow. She was wearing a close-fitting metal armor, and the joints of the armor were decorated with terrifying skeletons. It is hard to imagine a young girl The mage would actually dress like this.

Clearly, Jaina isn't the same Jaina she used to be, the kind and resilient blond teenage girl who was always full of life is dead.

The ice-blue magic sword pierced Ansrem's chest with a desperate aura.

As a powerful and experienced archmage, there are many ways to evade such a surprise attack on Ansrem, whether it is the ice barrier, the flash technique, or the shock wave that can shake away close enemies, all of them can generate Effect.

To Anslem, releasing these spells was as simple as eating and drinking. However, when the hard frost condensed halfway, it stopped and did not continue to cover Anslem's body.

The archmage showed a very surprised expression. He failed to cast the spell, and he felt a long-lost feeling, just like trying to release a Pyroblast forcibly when he was young.

This kind of feeling that makes all mages talk about it is naturally "insufficient mana".

It seems very ridiculous that the mana of an archmage cannot be used to release an ice barrier, but it is true. At that moment just now, Ansrem really failed to mobilize enough arcane power.

A mage can master frost and fire, but fundamentally it is arcane power, and it is only through the power of this pure magic that the elements can be brought to their knees.

Anslem didn't have a chance to cast the second spell, and Frostmourne pierced his robes without hindrance, sinking into his chest.Severe pain came from the wound, and the archmage who should have had a strong will just lost his will.

Sisi's soul was dissipated, and was hungrily plundered by Frostmourne.

The other two archmages, Delandon and Antonidas, both showed expressions of disbelief, but their focus was not entirely on Ansrem, who lost his life in an instant, but stared at the midair middle.

The metal ball thrown by Jaina has been split into several pieces at this time, and it is pulled by an invisible force to form a spherical shape. In the center of it, a large amount of arcane energy is gathered. The resulting purple sphere is forming rapidly.

It's draining arcane energy.

This unknown magic item is absorbing the surrounding arcane energy at an astonishing speed. Its existence is also the root cause of Ansrem's death. Successfully cast the spell.

What's even more frightening is that even the mana in the bodies of the remaining two great mages is rapidly disappearing.

Frostmourne is urging, it yearns for more powerful souls, Jaina pulled out the magic sword from Ansrem's chest expressionlessly, and looked at the rest of the two archmages.

Delandon's reaction was quick. Antonidas was already old, and he was an academic mage. He really didn't have much combat power, so he was obviously the next one after Anslem. With not much arcane energy left, he released a flash.

Humans are not giant dragons, and it is impossible to store too much energy in a small body. Delandon originally wanted to flash directly to the next room, but after casting the spell, he found that there was a thick wall in front of him, and he was blocked .

The loss of mana made the archmage make a mistake that only the lowest level mage would make.

Desperate Delandon began to try to activate his magic items, but without arcane energy, these powerful enchanted equipment were just a pile of scrap iron.

The icy cold wind mixed with ice and snow flew out from Frostmourne, aiming directly at Delandon. The cold wind that could freeze the soul hit directly, and Delandon, who had almost no ability to resist, was instantly frozen into a block of ice , the breath of life quickly extinguished.

Frostmourne consumes another soul.

Now, only Antonidas was left, the elder was almost an ordinary old man now, he stared at Jaina, his hazy eyes were full of pain.

"Son, what made you like this?"

(End of this chapter)