"All mages, quickly check the magical barriers. At the same time, observe your companions around you to see if there's anything unusual," Romans commanded.
Seeing the cold sweat beading on Romans' forehead, Kael'thas couldn't help but comfort him, "Maybe it's just a false alarm, or maybe their target is Lin Yang and his group. But let's prepare in advance."
Then, I began issuing orders. At the same time, I felt a faint sense of urgency, as if something bad was about to happen.
Just then, an accident occurred.
Arthas appeared, riding Invincible (the name of his mount), carrying the Demon Sword, and slowly arrived not far from Silvermoon City.
He raised his head, carefully observing Silvermoon City, the ancient magical barrier, the elves atop the city walls, Kael'thas, whose expression was far from pleasant, and so on...
As time passed, his aura grew stronger and stronger, with invisible waves emanating from him and spreading outwards.
At first, these energies were invisible, but later they transformed into black ripples, stirring up gusts of wind and constantly destroying everything around them.
The black ripples spread, cracking the earth and creating prominent fissures. All the flowers, grass, and trees withered instantly, turning to dust in the gale. All life force was destroyed in a flash. The gale itself raged and ravaged relentlessly!
A moment later, Arthas took to the air on his own. Together with Invincible, the man and his horse were airborne. The ascent wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. Before long, they were several hundred feet above Silvermoon City.
At the same time, Frostmourne, the legendary demonic sword, began to hum automatically, and streams of pale blue energy gradually emanated, enveloping a three-zhang radius around Little Sa.
"I have a feeling this guy is about to do something big? I feel like Silvermoon City is in danger!" After carefully sensing Arthas's current state, Shia frowned and said.
“It should be related to this runic sword. This sword is a fifth-tier divine weapon forged by the Dreadlords of the Twisting Nether. Later, it was further enhanced by the Lich King Ner'zhul, giving it the ability to absorb souls. At this moment, it is probably intended to unleash it all at once, causing unimaginable damage!” Cai Yan analyzed.
Frostmourne—anyone who's played World of Warcraft knows this sword. It's said to be a runeblade, the very item that marked the beginning of Arthas's fall. After drawing the sword and absorbing its power, Arthas fell from grace.
He transformed from a righteous and radical paladin into a dark and heartless death knight.
"If released all at once, its power would probably be comparable to a mid-to-late stage fifth-tier expert's full-force attack. Such power is simply beyond Silvermoon City's current capabilities to withstand. It seems that Silvermoon City is destined to perish," Lin Yang said calmly.
A full-force attack from a fifth-tier expert—this kind of treasure, even for Lin Yang, is a trump card he keeps hidden away; it's a case of the fewer you have, the less likely you are to get one.
To save the Blood Elves, directly use up your trump card? That's impossible! I can only silently apologize to the Blood Elves in my heart.
At the same time, the Divine Eye of Fortune opened, and the sea of fortune above Arthas's head turned a deep purple.
His own strength was merely at the Pure Green level, unable to provide even a trace of Purple Qi.
The sword in his hand, Frostmourne, was indeed a genuine fifth-tier divine artifact, and it had completely recognized its master. The fortune it provided was approximately pale purple.
Furthermore, the fortune gathered by the millions of undead lords, who are the leaders of the Scourge at this time, can also be transformed into a pale purple color.
But none of that is enough; it's nowhere near the level of this deep purple. It can only be said that destiny has smiled upon him—this is destiny itself!
At this moment, he is the protagonist of the entire world of Azeroth. By destiny, all his enemies will suffer misfortune, and great misfortune at that!
"This is the protagonist! Blessed by destiny, invincible throughout the world! Despite being only a late-stage Legendary, he can kill the Blood Elf King, a peak Legendary, and slaughter countless Legendary powerhouses. In the future, he will even defeat the demigod-level powerhouse Illidan Stormrage while still a Legendary. I really want to try hunting down the protagonist!" Lin Yang murmured.
------------
Chapter Twenty-Nine: I have something to say, but I don't know if I should...
Suddenly, the sky darkened!
All the light was drawn to Frostmourne, and all the heat was drawn to the demonic sword. In an instant, the temperature within a radius of hundreds of miles plummeted, and looking up, one would find the air filled with tiny, eerie blue ice crystals.
"The world changes color, altering the climate within a radius of tens or even hundreds of miles with a single move. Not bad, not bad at all, it has a bit of the flavor of a fifth-tier master." Lin Yang nodded.
However, after witnessing the sword intent left behind by Xiang Yu in the Yangtze River Cave, Lin Yang really didn't take Arthas's little bit of artistic conception seriously.
Similarly, as Wang Yue's disciple, Shi A naturally wouldn't think this sword strike was particularly powerful, and neither would Cai Yan.
However, for Kael'thas at this moment, the situation was entirely different! In the past ten thousand years, the Blood Elves had never had a demigod-level powerhouse. Even the first king, the Sunstriders who led the Highborne to this place, was only a half-step demigod!
However, although the Blood Elf race does not have any demigod-level powerhouses, that does not mean that Kael'thas is unaware of the power of demigod-level powerhouses!
After all, the blood elves had a glorious past. Queen Azshara, the Light of Light, was once the strongest being in all of Azeroth, second only to Elune, the Moon Goddess!
Even if the five dragon kings came, they wouldn't be her match in a one-on-one fight. Even if powerful figures like Archimonde and Kil'jaeden came, they would have to fight them to find out.
Therefore, the more you understand, the more desperate you become!
"A demigod! This is definitely a demigod-level expert! Open the magic barrier to its maximum! Everyone, spread out! Quickly!" Kael'thas commanded.
As he spoke, his eyes were wide open, fixed intently on Arthas's every move. At the same time, sensing the vast difference in their abilities, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him.
Damn it! Years ago, Arthas was just a prince of a human kingdom. What was he compared to me?
In terms of strength, they were only at the early stage of the legendary realm, and in terms of lifespan, they were only a mere hundred years, like ants. But now? The roles of the two have been completely reversed!
Looking at the anxious Kael'thas, the restless blood elves surging around, and Lin Yang and the others hidden in the void, Arthas said disdainfully, "Everything will eventually end, death is coming soon. Are you ready?"
As he spoke, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, raised Frostmourne high, and the hundreds of thousands of souls accumulated inside the runic sword instantly ignited.
In that instant, a powerful force erupted, and Arthas's hands began to tremble.
boom!
A huge black crescent moon then appeared.
Kael'thas's meticulously prepared legendary spell, an enhanced version of Meteor Shower, was instantly swallowed up by the boundless darkness the moment it appeared.
Within Silvermoon City, the ancient magical barrier shattered the instant it encountered the crescent moon. Its lifespan of thousands of years came to an end.
In that instant, countless mages unleashed a multitude of spells, from the most basic fireball to the slightly more advanced arcane missiles, fireballs, and...
Unfortunately, all of this was as fragile as paper before this sword; it shattered at the slightest touch.