After a few breaths, except for the barrage of bullets produced by those conventional low-lethality magic circles (which were probably just for show), all the large magic circles shone brightly again. "It's coming! Be careful to dodge!" Alexstrasza shouted, her voice filled with a renewed sense of urgency.
The dragon was very strong, but its strongest point was not its long-range attack ability. Dragon language magic could rarely kill enemies hundreds of meters away. And dragon breath only had a range of a few dozen meters. They were basically close-combat specialists. The strongest point of the dragon race is naturally its unparalleled hand-to-hand combat. In close combat, the dragon race has few rivals, probably because most things tend to get squashed.
Having said that, even with the support and cover of the chosen ones of the goddess Elune, this distance of nearly a thousand meters is still a death space for the dragons. However, when the huge magic circle with a diameter of more than 50 meters at the top of Karazhan let out a deafening roar, and when the magic artillery fire that symbolized Karazhan's most powerful attack was blown away, looking at the bombardment that was brushing against the upper part of the dragon group and was about to conquer the sea of stars with arcane energy, no matter how stupid the Red Dragon Queen was, she knew that what Aegwynn said about the traitor was true. It was basically a giant, cosmic wink.
Beams of light of different colors pierced into the dragon herd like forks, but they failed to knock off even a few dragon hairs, let alone dragon scales. "How terrible! This kind of attack!" one dragon whispered, clearly unimpressed. "Well, it just looks scary," another chimed in, probably stifling a yawn. The dragons continued to advance at high speed while whispering to each other, like a very large, very scaly, very unimpressed gossip circle.
Not only the guys below, but also the Red Dragon Queen was muttering, "Korialstrasz, what do you think? Because I'm starting to feel like I'm being punked." You may be a little unfamiliar with the red dragon called Korialstrasz, but in later generations, his name after he turned into a human form is more well-known to the public - Krasus. Now Krasus is just a follower dragon, basically the intern.
Korialstrasz stared at the gorgeous but useless magic barrage for three full seconds, probably trying to figure out the punchline. "A genius is controlling Karazhan's magic defense system," he finally declared, his voice filled with grudging admiration. "If this guy is not some kind of specially made magic puppet, then his strength must be amazing. Or he's just really good at trolling."
At this time, Aegwynn was talking about something else. A mage sent a message to her: "Alexstrasza, what did you say just now?" "No... my throat is itchy, so I yelled at you," the Red Dragon Queen blushed, which was hilarious, because her face was red to begin with, so it was not noticeable at all. She was basically a walking, talking blush.
Under Duke's secret control, Karazhan's defense system became the most brilliant fireworks release system. The most powerful firepower must be fired in the direction that is absolutely impossible to hit. Only those small magic arrays that absolutely cannot hurt the dragons will be bombarded at the dragons more seriously. It was basically a very elaborate, very expensive, very ineffective light show designed to annoy.
Let alone other things, the Red Dragon Queen felt like she was being fooled. I really don't know if that guy did it on purpose. As the leader of the red dragons, it was common sense that she would receive the strongest firepower. Moreover, the red dragon queen was the largest in size and seemed to be the easiest to hit. But the bastard on the other side kept teasing Alexstrasza. Dozens of powerful magic attacks, some arc-shaped, some delayed explosions, and some direct attacks, made the Red Dragon Queen change her flight path seven times in just three seconds, but still easily drove her to a dead end. She was basically being herded by a very annoying, very powerful shepherd.
However, when she was about to activate the magic defense circle to take a heavy blow, the opponent threw a most harmless low-concentration arcane bomb. It was like a paint bullet in a simulated air combat, telling you, "I can really shoot you down, but unfortunately it's just a fake fight. Ha ha!" The feeling of being covered in mud made the Red Dragon Queen feel terrible. She was basically covered in magical shame.
A distance of a thousand meters is not a problem for a giant dragon. If it weren't for the fact that everyone kept flying in an irregular manner out of caution, they would have arrived in no time. Obviously, they were worrying too much. In general, except for the teased Red Dragon Queen, 99.99% of the dragons successfully crossed the airspace that was supposed to be the death space. They were basically a very large, very scaly, very successful aerial invasion.
No matter how stupid Sargeras was, he realized that he had been fooled. His face probably turned a delightful shade of purple. The magic defense system of this era usually uses some fixed shooting routes to form a barrage, and then cooperates with the magic apprentices or controllers below to further subdivide the air defense zone. But Sargeras neglected one thing. He did not have lower-level officers or magic apprentices to help him handle the interception system with independent intelligence. He originally wanted to use demons, but the entire wizard tower was designed according to human standards. For example, the control room, the larger demons could not enter at all. It was basically a very inconvenient, very human-sized, very annoying design flaw.
This became a fatal flaw.
"Bastards! Who did it?!" Even though he cursed, Sargeras certainly wouldn't let these big lizards rush into Karazhan unscrupulously. Karazhan housed the pool of mana that supported the entire Dark Portal. If these giant lizards were to break in and destroy the pool of mana, his plan to corrupt the world of Azeroth through the Dark Portal and further open the space barrier would fail completely. And he was not about to let that happen.
"Kill them!" As Sargeras roared, the dragons' pupils reflected the vortex-like portals in the air around Karazhan. They had even seen that on the other side of those purple vortexes filled with chaos and evil was a world that had become desolate and silent due to complete destruction. The scorched earth that had been burned by the flames of hell and had no trace of life anymore filled every corner of the other side of the portal in their vision. It was basically a very depressing, very charred postcard from hell.
Now, stepping on the land of death, huge demons with long horns and huge bat wings rushed out through the portal at high speed, looking like very angry, very ugly, very well-armed gargoyles. However, the dragon moved faster than the demons had imagined. In the blink of an eye, the dragon had rapidly expanded in the demons' field of vision. It really only took a few blinks of an eye for them to go from being tiny black dots on the horizon to having every scale on their ferocious dragon heads clearly visible. It was basically a very fast, very scaly, very terrifying jump scare.
It seemed like a replica of the battle between the five-colored dragon and the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, only this time, the dragons were winning. The earth-shaking roar resounded throughout the earth once again. But it was obviously different from that time; the demon army was at a disadvantage for the first time. A large number of demons were blocked by the dragon's breath before they could pass through the portal, and they were completely unable to take advantage of their numbers. A large number of burly half-dragons, each three years tall, jumped off the back of the giant dragon, wielding double-headed giant blades over ten meters long, cutting the demon's body into very neat, very bloody pieces.
Sargeras was almost driven mad by the images transmitted through the mirror. He was basically having a very public, very demonic meltdown. This was the first time he'd felt so frustrated during a fight. He was basically throwing a cosmic tantrum.
On the nearby mountain peak, Aegwynn pursed her lips and said, "Not enough, not enough! They're not dying fast enough!"
"What's going on?" asked the night elf priestess who was still releasing Falling Stars, looking slightly bored.
"Sargeras used the energy of the pool of mana in Karazhan to force open a temporary portal and teleport some demons of the Burning Legion. But if the fight continues like this, it will never end. Before the magic power of Karazhan is exhausted, the losses of the dragon clan will continue to increase. The problem is that the magic power of Karazhan is enough to keep Sargeras going for a long time... He's basically got an infinite mana cheat."
"Is there any solution?" the priestess asked, raising an eyebrow.
"There's nothing we can do. Unless..." Aegwynn trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye, as if she'd just thought of something wonderfully, terribly devious.