"Councilman Antonidas, I still insist on my opinion that all personnel in Dalaran evacuate immediately."
Inside Dalaran's Violet Citadel, a Kirin Tor internal meeting was underway. No one knew the purpose of the Scourge's attack on Dalaran, but they had to respond.
The one who spoke just now was Modera, the Kirin Tor's only female council member.
However, it seemed her proposal did not receive Antonidas's approval.
"Evacuate the civilians, and the low-level mages and mage apprentices should also leave immediately…"
"As for us, including all mages above the adept level, we must fight to the last moment!"
Drenden was somewhat dissatisfied. He had a close relationship with Modera and was also one of those who agreed to evacuate: "Councilman, the army of the dead is too large. Dalaran simply cannot withstand it!"
"Do you want to abandon Dalaran!" Antonidas retorted. "Dalaran is what nurtured us. Without Dalaran, we are nothing!"
Dalaran was a brilliant human mage kingdom. It was established because, in ordinary places, commoners would fear the power of mages, afraid that magical experiments would harm them!
If Dalaran was gone, where could they go?
Join other kingdoms and become their court mages?
"No, we will stay and coexist with Dalaran, but the populace must be evacuated to avoid unnecessary casualties and losses!"
"That's right," Modera agreed. "I will also stay, including my disciples."
"However, I still have a question regarding the high elves. According to the ancient alliance, they should guarantee that at least three thousand high elf mages with intermediate strength or above remain in Dalaran, but they all withdrew not long ago, and Kael'thas is also missing!"
"Cough cough!"
Gandalf, who had been silent, coughed twice, interrupting the two archmages, Modera and Drenden.
"Arthas came from Silvermoon City. It is said that Arthas breached the walls of Silvermoon City, and the battle was fierce. King Anasterian Sunstrider has already died in battle!"
The last council member present was Krasus. Gandalf glanced at him discreetly, then continued: "It is said that bone dragons appeared in the siege…"
Anyway, Prince Galen had said that the ultimate weapon of the Scourge was the frost wyrm. As for whether bone dragons appeared in the defense of Silvermoon City or not, it didn't matter. The Lich King would expose this trump card sooner or later, and he hadn't lied.
The next important strategic focus of the Crusade was the Battle of Mount Hyjal. At this time, the Lich King would definitely sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, and Gandalf didn't mind causing them some trouble.
Sure enough, after Gandalf said this, Krasus became somewhat restless.
But at this time, he couldn't leave directly, otherwise, would Dalaran still have a place for him in the future?
Not only Krasus, but even Antonidas seemed to have changed his mind: "Modera, Drenden, you immediately organize the transfer of the populace, and notify the low-level mages to evacuate as well."
"Also… send a request for aid to Stromgarde!"
Antonidas glanced at Gandalf.
"Do you have any objections?"
"No!"
"Then go and do it. Dalaran shall endure!"
"Dalaran shall endure!"
"Meeting adjourned!"
The evacuation proposal passed unanimously. Krasus needed to inform the dragon legion about strengthening patrols in Dragonblight. Modera and Drenden would each go to evacuate the civilians and organize the mages to evacuate.
"Why haven't you left yet? Go and notify your prince to rescue Dalaran? Gandalf, do you, a mage who joined halfway, also want to coexist with Dalaran?"
Antonidas's tone was calm. It seemed that after he decided to coexist with Dalaran, he let go of all his obsessions, including some of his dissatisfaction with Gandalf.
"Requesting aid is just a long-range spell signal. Antonidas, old man, you're outdated."
After Gandalf said this, Antonidas was speechless. Didn't you look at your own white beard, which was hanging down to your chest just like mine? Who are you calling old man?
"What do you think about the Scourge invasion? Can Dalaran hold on? Although our magical barrier is not as strong as Silvermoon City's, it should be able to block those bone frames, right?"
Antonidas majored in protection and frost evocation spells, so he was very confident in the Dalaran barrier he had personally laid down. Moreover, with the Eye of Dalaran, an artifact passed down for thousands of years, providing energy for the city's barrier, he believed that the Scourge would never be able to break through Dalaran.
Gandalf didn't think so. The magical barrier of Silvermoon City was breached from the inside. Dalaran was probably no exception. Didn't you know that there was Kel'Thuzad, a traitor, in the Scourge?
He was your disciple, not only learning all of your inheritance but also serving as a Kirin Tor council member, familiar with Dalaran's defensive layout.
"Do your best. It just so happens that several key points of the barrier need someone to preside over. I'll reserve one first, otherwise, relying on you alone won't last long."
"Hmph, suit yourself. Just don't hold me back when the time comes."
"Regarding mana reserves, I consider myself more than sufficient than you, Councilman."
"I control the Eye of Dalaran!"
Hiss!
You've killed the conversation!
Having an artifact makes you great?
I can still borrow the Eye of Sargeras, did I brag about it?
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. These two usually didn't get along very well.
"By the way, have you heard of the Spirit Hall?"
Gandalf seemed to remember something and asked Antonidas with interest.
"No…"
"Then let me tell you about it…"
… … … … … …
Although the main force of the Scourge retreated south from the lands of Quel'Thalas, some Cult of the Damned and death knights were left behind along the way.
Eastweald and Westweald were both the essence of Lordaeron, and there were still many survivors. The Lich King perfectly explained what it meant to be able to do whatever you want with a large army, directly leaving behind an army of 200,000 undead to relentlessly press these survivor strongholds.
The Alliance army had already gone north. Although the number of the first batch of troops was not large, the armies of Stormwind and the dwarves were in northern Silverpine Forest, the Kul Tiras fleet was in the North Sea, and the Stromgarde army, under the absolute advantage of crushing, cleared the Scourge's detached forces, busy recovering the entire Hillsbrad region.
Everyone was racing against time. The way the Scourge grew determined that they could not wait quietly. Only with war and dead people could they have new members join, so surviving towns throughout Lordaeron were attacked.
Galen originally wanted to go to find Turalyon and then dig up Tyr's tomb to retrieve the artifact inside.
Unfortunately, Tirion sent news that Stratholme was in urgent need, and Galen could only take the elite to support Stratholme first.