Chapter 782: Well done

The Dark Portal August 20, 2015.
One of the top princes of the alliance, Duke Berwal Fortagan, took the risk and sent it directly to Silvermoon, where he formally proposed that the Scourge Legion was the enemy of the beasts of the world and hoped that Quel'Thalas would join the alliance again.
Berval did not make any excessive demands, and did not even say who would be the leader of the alliance, but only hoped that the elves joined in an equal capacity.
The result was unanimously rejected by the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council.
Boeval left angrily that day.
Because Berval's visit was fairly formal, almost most elves received the news. Ordinary people firmly believe how perfect the new magic defense circle declared by the kingdom is, how difficult it is to attack, and how to easily turn millions of undead into ashes.
The soldiers on the front line, however, had sorrow among the eyebrows.
The mystery of magic is not understood by Ranger generals Sylvanas, Hadullon, and Lor'themar. But Sylvanas has been influenced by Duke for many years. What impressed her most is that Duke pointed to her chest and said, "The real indestructible defense is here, not any foreign object. Yeah, fortress, magic circle. Yeah, you know the trick, those are just toys. "
In the final analysis, the new magic defense matrix shrouded in the forest of Yongge is in the final analysis the magic matrix created by Sunwell's inexhaustible magic.
At that time, the Dasreima Sunstriders stole a small bottle of spring water that Illidan took from the Well of Eternity and created the Well of the Sun as a source of magical energy for the high elves.
To others, the Sunwell is already eternal.
However, even the Well of Eternity is not eternal. Can the Sunwell be invincible?
This doubt was buried in Sylvanas' heart.
In recent days, except that Kael'sas managed to slip out and inspect the front line, a high-level mage has never appeared in the forest of Yongge. Those Yinyue members still keep driving various salons in Yinyue City every day, endlessly pulling out gangs, attacking their own political opponents with big things, and fighting for power.
Sylvanas' heart was dripping with blood, and she suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition-if this Scourge leg finds a flaw in the magic circle, I'm afraid Quel'Thalas will suffer.
And this time, there is probably no more savior!
On August 22, this day looks no different from the previous two weeks. Despite reports of war from the south, the Scourge was still very far from Quel'Thalas.
The Holy Light Alliance formed by Saidan and Turalyon well blocked the Scourge Army from the Sodoril River between the Eastern and Western Plagues, and the cursed Protestants in the Eastern Plaguelands were kept under scrutiny.
Sylvanas was beginning to feel a bit silly, and she could clearly feel that the sentry teams of Eversong Forest had serious slackness. If it weren't for the Rangers still actively commanding Arcane Shu to build defenses outside the forest, I feel that the construction of the defense system has stalled.
Suddenly, a heart rush came.
"The sun is up, look at the north!"
All rangers near Sylvanas turned their heads subconsciously, and then they widened their eyes, and each pair of eyes was full of fear--
The most sacred place in Quel'Thalas is the sun well, so the high elves also worship the sun, and there are sun totems throughout the kingdom.
However, at this moment, the sky is dark.
The scorching sun does not know when it has disappeared, replaced by a black sky covered with snow and ice.
A round of meniscus exuding a cold and evil atmosphere rose up near the center of the magic circle.
The entire forest of Yongge seemed to resonate with it, shaking slightly.
"Rustic ..."
The leaves are swaying and the branches are shaking.
Obviously, this is not an illusion.
This scene.
It seems as if some ultimate evil is coming.
Sylvanas had never seen such a moon, but she felt vaguely that she had seen the same scenery there.
The icy moon was like a machete, cruelly crouching from the bottom to the bottom. Obviously, in theory, it should be just an illusory scene. When the ascendant, each elves heard the sound of something broken.
It's not that hearing is deceiving them, but that something that they don't understand is torn apart in the sky.
At first it should break down very slowly, not even noticeable by the elves.
Soon, in the retinas of the high elves, a crisscross of the forest appeared, like glass bridges and the like.
At first, the 'glass bridge' blocked above the meniscus was rotted and slowly cracked into more than a dozen large pieces. They did not fall on the trees in the forest like the real thing, but slowly separated in the air, and then the entire translucent surface appeared dense cracks, and eventually burst like a balloon, and broke into pieces. Countless smaller fragments.
It becomes smaller and smaller, and eventually disappears in the whole world.
At first, the elven ranger generals of Sylvanas didn't know what it meant, only to realize that Sylvanas was a spirit, and suddenly realized.
"No! The magic defense is ruined!"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves!
In a word, the world is shocked!
The high elves on each line of defense faded at this moment.
In the middle of the original magic circle, a high elf dressed with noble clothes, with the emblem of the member of the Silver Moon Council on his breast, performed magic.
In his hands, hundreds of evil magic runes with black glow seemed to break away from the gravitation of the earth, and scattered in all directions, and then firmly stuck in the void of more than fifty meters in diameter.
At first glance, you can see that these runes form a huge door of space that is comparable in size to the door of darkness.
In the first few seconds, this huge portal was like a quiet picture scroll. It was extremely quiet. After a few seconds, the black magic wave was stirred on the portal, and it was tumbling like boiling water.
The next moment, several evil spirits came.
Several demon eyes opened stunned near the portal, and the disgusting evil eyes quickly turned back and forth, glancing at everything nearby.
On the other end of the portal, several beings began to move through the void at high speed, pulling out white long cold tails in the void.
Huge portals, like volcanic eruptions, blasted out numerous black shadows and sprayed them directly into the sky.
There was still a black rain in the sky, starting with the black dots of stars, and then the black dots quickly became larger in the air. When these dense black dots completely restored their original form, they had filled the square circle. Every corner of the forest within kilometers--
Scourge Legion!
Arthas walked out of the portal with Frostmourne saddened, and tilted his head to reveal an evil smile: "Dalkan, you are doing well!"