Rise of the blood elves

576【Terror is coming】

He is a person who enjoys a very high status within the Burning Legion, is good at conspiracy, and is extremely good at playing with people's hearts...

Nathrezim, the Dreadlord!

The night, the resurrected undead, the fire in the distance... all of these add to the chill of the Dread Lord's sinister laughter.Invisible terror rolled in, casting a shadow over the hearts of all the night elves present.

At this moment, it was as if there were dark clouds covering the brilliance of the Moon God. In places where Elune could not protect, countless ghosts and ghosts emerged from the diffuse undead energy, carrying deep resentment, eating away at everyone's life. will.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore. A timid noble who had been hiding behind everyone let out a scream and grabbed his hair with all his strength. His face was extremely ferocious, as if he was eager to force something terrible out of his body.

The next second, he suddenly let out a scream, turned around and fled towards the Magister's Tower, slamming the door shut.

"boom!"

The nobles could no longer hold back. They were all ordinary people. No matter how high their status and knowledge were, they could not bear the extreme fear on the mental level. One person's escape soon led to a whole group of people. They all tried to run back to the Magister's Tower, but were blocked by the heavy door at the bottom of the tower.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Open the door, open the door!"

No matter how they shouted, the nobleman inside who had been eaten away by fear would not open the door, and there was a faint sound of gasping.

No ordinary person can maintain their sanity in the face of the Dreadlord.

But the initiator of all this, the terrifying Nasrezim, stood quietly, looking at everyone with cold eyes...

"Bang bang bang..."

"Damn it, open the door!"

The continuous knocks on the door and the shouts of the nobles were interspersed with the rustling sounds. It was the sound of the armor scraping on the stone floor as the resurrected guards dragged their bodies bit by bit towards the crowd. .

The remaining night elves all looked solemn.They have not come into contact with any demons, and their understanding of demons only lies in the sporadic battle reports sent back from the front line, but this does not prevent them from realizing how terrifying the opponent is.

This kind of spell that can resurrect the dead and control it is completely beyond the knowledge of the night elves.Even Priest Dejana, who devoutly believed in Elune, kept chanting Elune's prayers in a low voice because of the horrific scene he saw...

What's even more weird is that the courtyard where the Magister's Tower is located is the center of Suramar City, and it is a crucial place.But it had been so long since the attack, and logically someone should have come here to help, but they didn't see a single figure.

"quack……"

In the deathly silence, only the frightening cries of crows that moved after hearing rot could be heard faintly from the distance...

"Are you waiting for reinforcements?" The Dread Lord asked softly with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

What he spoke was not Night Elf, but Demonic.But every night elf who heard the sound understood the meaning of this sentence, and immediately discovered that it was the effect of some kind of mental magic. This terrible demon actually invaded their hearts unknowingly.

Padrich remained silent and raised his hand to cast a spell.

Amidst the sharp sound, the dazzling magic fireworks dragged their long tail flames straight into the sky and exploded in the sky.This is a universal signal for help from the night elves. From a height, it should be clearly visible to the entire city of Suramar.

After doing all this, Master Padrich said in a deep voice: "I don't know how the demons did it, but there is no doubt that they cut off all contact with the outside world."

Even though he specializes in enchantment rather than other fields, Padrich is also a genuine quasi-legendary mage. He can easily understand the current situation through the information fed back to him by spells.

The devil used some kind of barrier to completely isolate the area where the Magister's Tower was located.

"What?" Lord Ravencrest was in disbelief. Being shocked by the inscrutability of the spell was only one of them. What made him feel even more terrifying was...

This is the city of Suramar, a magical capital that gathers the top magicians of the Kaldorei Empire. There are countless early warning and defensive spells. The protection is as tight as the capital palace. Even a fly trying to fly in must withstand the surveillance of countless spells.

But even so, the devil still laid out a barrier covering such a vast area under everyone's noses.

Even Suramar City is like this. Aren't the defense systems of other cities in the empire ineffective?Demons can come and go when they want, and it is even easier to assassinate a few important officials of the empire or military generals...

The more Lord Ravencrest thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. He believed that the attack in Suramar City was probably not an isolated incident.Perhaps at the same moment, many other important towns in the empire were attacked.

Maybe after today, news will come that many important figures have been assassinated...

But the premise is that he must live to hear the news tomorrow.

"Stop struggling fearlessly, no one will come to save you. Death... is your only fate." The Dread Lord looked at everyone with a playful look, as if looking at prey without the power to resist.

Lord Ravencrest sneered: "Devil, you waste your time talking nonsense, aren't you afraid that things will change?"

The Dread Lord laughed sinisterly again, and the harsh laughter impacted everyone's eardrums.

He waved his hand gently, and dozens or hundreds of demons emerged from the surrounding shadows, including elite angry guards, powerful eredar warlocks, and even a few huge doomsday guards in the sky, comparable to hellfire... ...All the demons, together with dozens of resurrected undead souls, formed an unbreakable encirclement, surrounding everyone.

Lord Ravencrest gritted his teeth and looked around. There were only several Moon Guards including Latusius, Priest Chief Dijana and two high-ranking female priests, as well as three people including Master Padrich. Even if Magister Councilor and the accompanying guards of less than ten people were added, the balance of power between the two sides was still too great, and there was almost no chance of winning.

"Buy me some time and I will find a way to teleport you out." Master Padrich whispered.

Everyone frowned.

In addition to the teleportation network built with the help of magic network energy, the night elves have not yet mastered other safe teleportation methods.Due to the fatal flaw in the spell model, any teleportation spell cast independently by a mage will have a very high error rate.Even top mages who specialize in space magic cannot avoid this risk.

In other words, this behavior is almost suicidal.

but……

Lord Ravencrest looked at the approaching demons. The Moon Priestesses beside him also picked up the weapons left by the dead guards from the ground.

Apart from this, what else can be done?