Stormwind Wizard God

The night grew darker, and after confirming that the Horde had hidden south of the Dark Portal, Lothar ordered a halt to the bombardment that had lasted for half an hour.

First, there are no targets to bomb.

Second, the most intimidating shot is enough.

Third, Muradin also said that if this continues, the first thing that will fail is the overheated barrel. Forced cooling will only make the barrel, which is already of poor quality, more likely to explode. You have to know that in order to meet the power and range, the inhumane dwarves made the cannons very exaggerated, and of course the explosion will be even more exaggerated, which means that it is very likely that an entire elite artillery squadron will be directly written off.

Anduin sent out his largest group of rogues, as well as a small group of rangers led by Sylvanas, to monitor the Horde.

"Pass the order, have the soldiers divide into four groups and take turns on duty until dawn."

The flying dust and smoke gradually faded, replaced by true darkness.

Standing on the city wall, Anduin stared at the indescribable darkness that seemed to be dancing in the distance. Although everything was roughly the same as planned, Anduin still felt a little uneasy. He fell into deep thought, thinking about the possible next move of the Horde.

The others were wise enough to remain silent. The only sounds that could be heard were the crackling of the fire and the occasional whispers of others. Suddenly, there was a noise in the darkness. Everyone jumped, the tension in the air like a taut bowstring.

"What's that sound!?" Turalyon was the most sensitive.

"Damn! It's a dragon!" Kurdran Wildhammer was not there, and the one who commanded the five hundred griffon knights of Nethergarde was Flander, a distant relative of Kurdran, who held the rank of Brigadier General of the Alliance.

"Are you sure!?" Anduin asked nervously.

"I swear by Mother Earth! I've been fighting these guys for almost a year. Even when I'm sleeping, I'll wake up when I hear the sound of their wings flapping."

"That's right! It's a dragon!" Another griffin knight commander, Befulan, also gave an affirmative answer.

"Holy Light, where did the Horde's dragons come from? Hasn't the Red Dragonflight returned to neutrality?" Turalyon asked.

Only Krasus turned pale. Only dragons know dragons best. Although he is a red dragon who has been in the human world for many years, his exaggerated age means he has experience in this area. He said with certainty: "It's not a red dragon... It's a black dragon!"

Krasus could tell the difference just by listening to the sound of the dragon's wings vibrating. This is unimaginable for humans.

Just like when we look at a bunch of poodles, if they are all about the same size, we really can't tell which one is different from which other. But they can tell the difference themselves!

"Ah——" When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Has the Black Dragonflight intervened in the war between the Alliance and the Horde?

There was an indescribable calmness on Krasus's face: "If the Black Dragonflight dares to escape on their own, they will be looking for death!"

That's right! Neltharion was killed.

But at this moment, the Black Dragonflight is still listed as an enemy by the Wyrmrest Temple.

Azeroth is so big that it's hard to find these black dragons hiding. If they officially join the Horde to fight the Alliance, that's another matter. The four-colored dragons, who have long sharpened their claws to shine, definitely don't mind giving their former compatriots, who later betrayed them, the most severe blow.

"I need a magical message to see if I can contact Her Majesty Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen." said Krasus.

"Your Majesty Alexstrasza...are you busy now?" Anduin asked a little nervously.

Whether or not the alliance has the Red Dragonflight as backup is extremely critical.

There was a slightly strange look on Krasus's face. "I'm not sure, but I heard that she is not in the Wyrmrest Temple right now."

The long night finally passed, and when the day broke, the bigwigs of the alliance were all stunned by the scene before them.

The east-west Dark Gate was the dividing line, and the north was full of dense shell craters. The south was almost intact, because there were a lot of large and small space cracks on that dividing line, and demonic creatures kept coming out of the cracks.

The total number of demons is not too large, probably around one thousand, ranging from petty demons to void demons, from hellhounds to demon guards, basically covering all middle and lower level demon types of the Burning Legion.

The demon creatures seemed to have no intention of attacking, and they were just cruising near the space cracks. This alone was enough to make the Alliance thieves' stealth meaningless. The senses of demon creatures and ordinary creatures were completely different.

After several elite thieves were killed by demonic creatures, MI7 had to give up the idea of ​​further investigating the Horde's situation.

This was just the beginning. The Alliance soon discovered that the Horde had also begun digging up the horrible red soil of the Cursed Land along the dividing line, piling it up into mountains, as if they were going to build a long wall to confront the Alliance forever.

"What the hell are those greenskins doing?"

That night, a sharp wail pierced the originally silent sky of Dalaran.

Antonidas, who was discussing the situation between the Horde and the Alliance with Kael'thas, jumped up.

That was the sound of the magical alarm.

Antonidas recognized its origin immediately.

"Mysterious treasure room!" Duke had clearly warned him and he had strengthened the defenses of the treasure room, but he didn't expect that it would still be invaded.

Kael'thas' eyes widened, and the expression on his face was filled with surprise and astonishment, just like his mood.

The mysterious treasure room is located in the heart of the Violet Castle, and it is protected by the most powerful magic ever invented by wizards. There are many artifacts hidden in it, as well as some items that wizards cannot use themselves, but cannot risk letting fall into the hands of others, such as magic weapons.

In terms of defensive power, it is absolutely in no way inferior to the Sunstrider Royal Family Treasury in Silvermoon City.

"How is this possible!?" Muttering to himself, Kael'thas stretched out his hand for Antonidas to grab. Without the Speaker's authority, no one could teleport in. This was how it should have been.

The two were silently teleported to the mysterious treasure room.

The world around them began to blur. Antonidas's comfortable room with its walls lined with books disappeared, replaced by a vast stone chamber.

In the range of the firelight, a man stood among countless treasures. He had shiny black hair, a strong and tall figure, and a sharp yet elegant face. Even to the elven prince Kael'thas, who was very picky about appearance, this human in front of him could be called very handsome.