Chapter 1,269 Archimonde’S Pride
Even for a strong man like Archimonde, such a spell is not easy to cast.
It looks like he grabbed a handful of sand, but behind it is his own powerful strength and profound magical attainments.
It is difficult to cast the same spell twice in a row.
As the mantra was recited, a devastating blow came to Dalaran with his gesture. Both the demons under his command and himself were expecting the city in front of them to turn into ruins.
"Under Lord Archimonde's power, Dalaran will fall into flames.
"Those ants who dare to stand in front of the Burning Legion will only end up in destruction!"
Around him, lieutenants and subordinates like Tichondrius spoke in admiration, seeming to have determined the outcome of everything.
This city that humans are proud of, the only magician city that has mastered the means to compete with the Burning Legion, will fall under the iron hooves of natural disasters like countless planets and races conquered by the Legion in the past.
They looked forward expectantly, waiting for everything to happen.
Waiting for destruction to come.
waiting......
However, the time has passed 11 and one minute has passed, and Dalaran's tower is still intact.
The scene was very embarrassing.
They waited for nothing but loneliness.
You can clearly see a spatial distortion in the shape of Archimonde's hand at the corresponding position of the city.
But the invisible huge palm seemed like a minister.
Dalaran, as the target, is like a phantom at the moment, like a mirage in the desert. It looks real, but does not exist in reality.
"Impossible, that city is obviously there," Tichondrius trembled, denying this conjecture, "otherwise, what would the undead be fighting against in the past few dozen days?
"Lord Archimonde, I can guarantee that it is definitely not an phantom, at least before you arrived."
His attitude was extremely humble, for fear of being offended by the Polluter, who seemed to be already furious.
Regarding Tichondrius' statement, Archimonde did not comment, but stared closely at the illusory and real city in front of him.
Originally, he still held a slight contempt for Dalaran, but what happened just now changed his view.
The city actually survived his destructive spell unscathed. This kind of thing was impossible in his imagination.
Archimonde has absolute confidence in his own spells and the destructive power of evil energy.
He firmly believes that even the Proxima Midnight elves and the demigods behind them who were at their peak ten thousand years ago cannot do this.
Looking at the lonely city in front of him, the polluter frowned and realized that things were not simple.
...The state of space has changed.
The eredar leader reached out in the direction of Dalaran and scratched the air, as if he had discovered something.
Ye Ting's magic cannot be hidden from a veteran like him:
"Did you avoid my spell by hiding in some overlapping space? It is indeed a very feasible idea.
At this point, the corner of his mouth needs to be discharged.
"However, even if you hide in the overlapping space and place it in such a large city, the energy required is astronomical."
After figuring out how Dalaran escaped destruction, the Defiler finally felt relieved.
He covered his head, the expression on his face changed.
"A little bit of cleverness is just a struggle before death. Even if you have a huge amount of magic power reserves, there will eventually be a moment when they are exhausted. By then, it will be your death.
"Or would you rather break the jar and be lost in the void forever?"
Thinking that he had seen the other party's details clearly, Archimonde finally put down his guard against Dalaran and no longer bothered to pay attention to the city.
He just ordered his men to pay attention at all times and notify him immediately when Dalaran returned from the alien phase, and he would personally bring destruction to them.
But now, he has more important things to do.
Although Archimonde was indeed too careless about Dalaran, he was right about one thing.
That is, hiding in a different phase is indeed a very draining magic power.
Even Dalaran's magic reserves can't withstand long-term consumption.
As long as this state remains for ten minutes, Dalaran's energy reserves will be completely consumed.
However, what Archimonde didn't know was that what Dalaran lacked was just these few minutes.
The anti-gravity system throughout the city is gradually activated, and the gradual accumulation of thrust takes time.
This period of time is not very long, but for Dalaran now, this period of time is already considered a golden time to determine the fate of the entire city.
As long as this period of time can be delayed, Dalaran can truly take off and escape into the sky.
Although Archimonde cast a large forbidden spell seemingly lightly,
In fact, destroying a fixed city and destroying a moving city are almost two levels of difficulty.
The leaders of Dalaran naturally knew this, so they supported Ye Ting's plan and tolerated Ye Ting's efforts to use up most of Dalaran's energy reserves to survive this short period of time.
Finally, when they felt that less than one-third of the magic reserves in Dalaran were left, the magicians in Dalaran felt an obvious movement under their feet.
It felt like there was an obvious force pushing me up.
In mechanics, this feeling is called "overweight". This feeling comes from the acceleration in the opposite direction of gravity. Generally, this feeling occurs when an elevator rises or an airplane takes off.
But now, what they feel is the accelerating rise of the entire city.
Although the amplitude is less than one millimeter per second.
But this means that the output of the anti-gravity system has finally been large enough to overwhelm the planet's gravity.
They finally officially took off.
Seeing this scene, Ye Ting finally canceled the spell he had been maintaining.
Dalaran returns from the phase to the material plane.
This situation was immediately discovered by the demons monitoring Dalaran and reported to Archimonde.
"It's conceivable that these timid guys didn't dare to give it a try and let themselves get lost in the void. They finally came back." Archimonde smiled slightly
Everything is under control. "Without the protection of space, their only choice now is to flee the city in all directions to ensure their own destiny."
"Mortals are so short-sighted." Tichondrius said with an apologetic smile.
"But I don't care!" Archimonde's voice had a hint of chill, "I will destroy this city, just like I will destroy their inner courage to resist. The ants will realize their own insignificance and be afraid of the Legion. Steel and fire - they will no longer be our obstacles!"
Archimonde's words were so valid, and the smiles of the Dread Lords were so arrogant.
Until they discovered that the city was slowly rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. .
