flstandardbreds Chapter 125 True & Ambermill
Chapter 125 True & Ambermill
When the Alliance camp was attacked, they were forced to retreat within half an hour. Both Dalaran and Ambermill could hear the commotion, but Archmage Atal'ik, who received the report of the victory, was the most anxious...
He feared the Forsaken army might shift its focus, and the guards at the outpost told him that the Undercity army had immediately headed north... Air forces were also pursuing them towards Alterac, and no trace of the enemy had been found near Ambermill for the time being.
At least not directly in front...
The guards subconsciously overlooked the path from Ambermill to Dalaran... that was the default hinterland.
They did not notice that the refugees had already gathered behind them.
Focus more on the top of your head.
The threat posed by warships is undeniable...
Two warships were confirmed to be hovering in the middle of the lake, leaving Ambermir with little time to prepare.
As the deafening crash of falling trees echoed once more from the remnants of the Alliance camp at Lake Hill, the archmage and the Scarlet Knights realized the situation was dire.
It was late at night... the time when humans are most tired.
The Forsaken chose this moment to launch their attack, and the human defenders were in a state of disarray... Many soldiers were dazed and pulled up, and led to their positions.
Strange noises came from different directions, along with faint, hurried footsteps. Unable to see the enemy in the darkness, the human soldiers were understandably hesitant and tense...
The torches at the watchtower and along the fence could not illuminate any further.
The mages were somewhat surprised to find that their magic seemed to be getting out of control. They felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if their legs were made of lead.
A noble mage who cannot use magic is almost no different from an ordinary person...
"What's going on? Why can't I gather magic power?"
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"Oh no, I think I am too..."
"I feel like I have no strength left, I can't even hold the staff!"
The apprentices of the battle mage corps cried out in alarm, while their guards and subordinates wore expressions of disdain.
They dared not speak, silently wary of their surroundings. Their casual glances seemed to say, "How can these mages be so cowardly? The undead haven't even attacked yet, and they're already trembling with fear..."
They were naturally unaware that Lorraine and Eileen had poisoned the well and the food. This anti-magic potion, dissolved in water and seeping into food, had a long-lasting effect; once it began to take hold, it would intensify...
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At the very front of Ambermill, near the lakeside woods...
On the watchtower!
"Did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
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"It looks like there are cavalry! A lot of them..."
"Where is it? I can't see it..."
Before the two vigilant human scouts could even discern the movement within the forest, several massive towers collapsed in succession...
Not only their wooden watchtower, but all the sentry towers and fences along the forest side of Ambermill collapsed. Bathed in the silvery moonlight, countless skeleton soldiers surged forth from the woods...
Many of them were still wearing tattered blue and white infantry plate armor.
The blue flames of the soul burned within the hollowed-out body and eye sockets of the skeleton... a feeling that was both cold and hot... Why such a strange description? Because the temperature of the necromantic flames is extremely low, yet they can scorch flesh...
The blue flames spread relentlessly across the bodies of the ordinary human scouts killed by the skeletons, until they too were reduced to skeletons devoid of flesh and blood...
Before long, the slain humans also stood up from the ground...
This scene was exactly the same as when Lordaeron was destroyed... The civilians who died in battle or were massacred were not allowed to rest in peace; they would be resurrected as new undead golems to continue fighting for the Lich King until all living beings were wiped out...
That's how terrifying the Scourge is.
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Witnessing his comrades, his former subjects, transformed into monsters who continued to fight him, Prince Arthas gradually descended into madness. He was forced to personally slaughter all the infected in Stratholme, and the Dreadlord mocked him as an incompetent crown prince.
From that moment on, the young prince's pursuit of power surpassed both holy light and humanity...
He believed the power of a king far surpassed the frail beliefs of humanity. Bewitched by the demonic sword Frostmourne, he collected countless souls of his people, offering them as sacrifices to his master...
Prince Arthas, former heir to the White Lordaeron royal family, a great paladin, disciple of the Lightbringer, friend and apprentice of Muradin...
Bewitched by Frostmourne and baptized by the first Lich King, Arthas became the first human Death Knight...
He annihilated his own country, killed his own king father, and turned Lordaeron, once the most prosperous, populous, and powerful of the seven great human kingdoms, into a land of death.
In order to resurrect Kel'Thuzad, he destroyed Silvermoon City and the Sunwell.
Later, he even successfully used the Book of Medivh, the Eye of Dalaran, and the Staff of Sargeras to summon the demon lord to Dalaran. Archimonde, the leader of the Burning Legion, destroyed the magical kingdom that the human mages had painstakingly built over many years with a single spell...
The magic of demons is far more sophisticated and terrifying than that of humans and elves...
Those who have witnessed the power of demons are inevitably susceptible to its demise...
Arthas turned the most fertile lands of the Eastern Kingdoms into a plague-stricken wasteland... Lordaeron was utterly destroyed, leaving only the newly built Undercity near the capital...
The undead army that had previously spread to Gilneas and Dalaran has come to an end, not because the Scourge has been defeated... but simply because Arthas needs to go to Northrend in the Arctic to rescue the soul of the Lich King Ner'zhul, who is sealed within the Frozen Throne...
He took a large number of key players with him...
The remaining undead army was handed over to the lich Kel'Thuzad to command, right there in Naxxramas, suspended in the Plaguelands...
The reason for this devastating plague of the dead...
The real culprit was none other than Kel'Thuzad, the former Archmage of Dalaran and a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six, now known as the Lich King...
Even now, he hasn't stopped spreading plague, creating more deaths, and sacrificing them to the master behind the Lich King...
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It seems that only the former human kingdom of Lordaeron suffered...
The undead army was trapped in a corner of the Plaguelands, while the Scarlet Crusade, Argent Dawn, Horde, and Alliance were on the front lines.
Undercity and Silvermoon City have blocked Kel'Thuzad's remaining forces...
Undercity is also a target of the Scourge. If the Dreadlord's plan succeeds and Undercity is destroyed... the Plaguelands army can once again march south... break through the dwarven defenses, and invade the heart of the Alliance, the Stormwind Kingdom...
This plan is flawless; the Lich and the Dreadlord both think it's perfect, and the Scarlet Crusade, those idiots, are cooperating... The Alliance and the Horde can be manipulated at will...
These evil beings overlooked the existence of a mere necromancer... Lorraine alone changed the situation, even dragging Dalaran into it... The mages shouldn't have gotten involved in this chaotic battle, but they couldn't resist little Lorraine's dreams and desires.
His appearance disrupted the plans of the lich and the dreadlord!
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The Forsaken will not sit idly by and wait to die, and the Horde is not to be trifled with...
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When eleven death knights led nearly two thousand skeleton warriors and cavalry out of the forest, the most shocked and furious person was not the archmage Atal'ik!
Instead, it was Admiral Barry Weswin, the naval commander of the Scarlet Crusade, who was also the leader of dozens of Scarlet reinforcements at the time.
He personally led dozens of devout Scarlet Knights, including Tyrande and Fordring, the future successors to the Scarlet leadership... He had already engaged in in-depth discussions with Tyrande's teacher, Iselion.
The kind, strong, and brave Tyrannosaurus Rex of the past is no longer the boy that old Fordring knew.
Instead, he was an arrogant, bloodthirsty high lord. Although his armor and title were impressive, he was indeed a promising talent that could be utilized...
Admiral Barry could bestow countless titles upon himself, but what he desired was not empty fame, but rather to cooperate with Dathrohan in controlling this group of fanatical Lordaeron remnants...
Countless skeleton warriors, none of whom belonged to any faction General Barry was familiar with, easily breached Ambermill's defenses, utterly crushing them...
Archmage Atal'ik was in a panic!
He found himself seemingly losing his magical powers...
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