Stormwind Wizard God

He was dressed in well-tailored clothes, with an intact, jeweled sword hanging at his side, and his face was slightly twisted with contempt. The man flicked at his sleeves, as if trying to wipe something off.

Both he and Antonidas saw through the surface and saw the essence. They were both speechless:

"Black Dragon?"

"Neltharion!?"

It's not Antonidas' fault that he recognized the wrong person. It's all because the man in front of him looks almost exactly like the former Lord Prestor.

But unlike the human-looking Lord Prestor, the person in front of him did not conceal his dragon aura at all.

No, this is not a cover-up, this is completely showing off and publicity!

Younger and more arrogant!

The floor and walls of the treasure room were roughly hewn from the solid rock of the earth, and the ceiling was vaulted. The room had no windows, and only one door. Except for a clear space near the exit, the rest of the room was filled with partitions, boxes, and bookcases, all of which were filled with various treasures.

Amid the dust and the objects, several people stood.

Despite their human form, Antonidas's senses detected the dark auras that surrounded them, but before they turned and revealed the glowing eyes beneath their hoods, Antonidas knew who they were.

The Death Knight was once the most terrifying existence in the Horde that gave the Alliance the most headaches, and it is not clear whether it should be considered as a biological entity.

Now, several death knights surrounded the black dragon transformed into a human man like stars surrounding the moon. This terrible situation made Antonidas, the Archmage of the Dawn, frightened and panicked.

"Hehe! The great being in front of us is the new black dragon king Nefarian! Old man, don't make a mistake!" Teron Gorefiend laughed.

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Compared to his father, Nefarian, Nefarian's reputation is definitely far behind. Kael'thas just frowned deeply. Only Antonidas, who had access to countless confidential information, knew that Nefarian and his father had completely different ways of doing things.

Rather than saying that Nefarian is a dragon, it is better to say that he is an absolute outlier among dragons. There are rumors that Nefarian is collecting the corpses of different types of dragons. Compared with the capricious dragon king Neltharion, who still solves problems with strength, Nefarian's approach is more far-sighted and mysterious.

Antonidas didn't know what Nefarian meant by appearing so high-profile in the top-secret treasure vault in Dalaran, but the strong feeling of uneasiness in his heart reached its peak when Nefarian gently raised the object in his hand!

The light reflected off its facets, creating a purple-red glow that illuminated the entire room. Antonidas certainly understood what kind of treasures could make the Death Knights, and even the Black Dragon King, ignore other treasures.

Unfortunately, even though he knew that the other party came for that thing 99.99%, Antonidas still had a last chance until this moment...

"Eye of Dalaran!?" Antonidas shouted at the top of his lungs.

With boundless anger and the confidence of being at home in Dalaran, Antonidas fought for his life!

In an instant, he raised one hand and cast a mystical spell, using the other to summon the rest of the Kirin Tor.

The Kirin Tor Chancellor never fights alone.

Kael'thas put his hand on his right shoulder, and almost instantly, he briefly connected his arcane circuit with Antonidas's magic circuit, using his own magic power to support the Speaker.

Another member of the Kirin Tor teleported to his side, an elven woman with long black hair. A thin and pale hand rested on Antonidas' left shoulder, while the other hand holding a staff pointed at the terrible invaders.

Antonidas' hair and beard moved without wind, like a hedgehog with spikes erected. His entire hair and clothes were all stretched straight by the surging magic power in his body.

"Endless Ice Prison!"

Too fast!

It was so fast that it didn't seem like ice magic, but more like some kind of instantaneous fire!

In less than a tenth of a blink of an eye, the entire treasure room was frozen by ice with Antonidas at the center.

A Death Knight tried to use dark magic to resist the attack, but the extremely cold ice wave that came towards him directly knocked the Death Knight's torso away and slammed him into the distant wall. His chest shattered from the blow, but the next moment, the armor fragments that burst out of his chest, along with his entire body, were completely frozen under a thick layer of ice.

But the smartest death knights, such as Teron Bloodseeker, choose to hide behind Nefarian.

If it were just one hundredth of a second longer, even the famous Nefarian would be trapped in this underground treasure house that gathers the mana of more than 300 mage towers in Dalaran.

No matter whether it is the black dragon king or the guardian dragon, with this earth-shaking magic power, Antonidas dares to fight it.

At this moment, the smile on Nefarian's lips made the Archmage of the Dawn's heart beat violently.

In front of Nefarian, a smooth blue magic shield suddenly appeared.

The light was so beautiful that it felt like the sweeping ice element was hitting a huge blue dragon scale.

Antonidas nearly bit off his tongue in shock, and for a moment he almost thought he was attacking Malygos, the Lord of Magic.

Before he could react, his magic was reflected back to him.

The power of Endless Ice Prison was instantly compressed and transformed into a giant hand made of ice mist, which reflected back at twice the speed and attacked its master.

Antonidas suddenly felt as if he was grabbed by a pair of icy hands, and the endless cold began to squeeze his heart. He grabbed his chest tightly with both hands, trying to overcome the severe pain that seemed like angina.

Archmage Antonidas was finally able to cast a spell, and a purple-red light danced around him, dispelling the coldness in his body. He tried to exhale deeply, letting the cold air out of his body. Fortunately, his lungs finally began to expand, his heart began to beat again, and the feeling of warmth returned to his body again.

His powerful spells saved his life, and the Elf Prince survived the crisis with the help of the extremely precious magic items he had on him.

But the female elven councillor was not so lucky. Her pale face was twisted, and her whole body fell backwards. Her black hair surrounded her like a shroud. Anyone could see that the extreme cold had taken her life!

"Sahira! No!"

Ignoring the old wizard's screams and the elven prince's glare, Nefarian threw the Eye of Dalaran to Teron Gorefiend like throwing away a copper coin.

"Let's go!"