The battle was over, and the dwarven bunker had no defensive value, and Diego had his horse led back to a col a few miles away.
After formulating a strategy to defend the stronghold, he sent people to hide the war horses there.
However, now there are less than forty people left in the entire Yuexi Brigade, and it is really embarrassing that one person can't use up ten horses.
Instead, the dwarves took the initiative to share some of their troubles, with more heavy weapons and more pack horses.
They made their way slowly through the devastated battlefield, and when the sun finally sank into the mountains to the west, they reached the bottom of the sky city of Dalaran overlooking the entire battlefield.
It's a busy place everywhere.
Many of the soldiers who had already returned had brought back untold trophies of war, which made the clerks in charge of counting and storing them tired enough.
Bundles of weapons, piles of armor, countless demonic horns, blood, and rare materials that the demons plundered from the conquered planes are now captured by the victors!
However, the Alliance did not capture any banners, as the demons never liked to fight under banners, and instead branded the insignia of the Burning Legion directly on their skin, which was an abstract demon avatar, which many speculated to be derived from their owner, the Dark Titan Sargeras.
The demons replaced the banner with their own heads.
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The heads of demons of various races were cut off and piled up, but only the most powerful high-ranking demons had this "honor", and small demons like Burning Imp and Gan Erge did not have this qualification.
They were directly stripped of their skin and bones, and even the water full of evil energy was thrown into Dalaran's magic furnace, which was simply used to the extreme.
After settling their men, Diego and Brian made their way through the weaving stream of people to a teleportation array.
It was a small circle built on a stone slab, inlaid with dozens of large arcane crystals.
Two young mages led a whole team of soldiers to guard the perimeter to make sure it was not vandalized.
Seeing the arrival of two people, one of the mages greeted him vigilantly.
"Please show your identification papers!"
When there were still fourteen or fifteen yards away, the mage asked.
At the tip of the staff in his hand, a large ruby shone slightly, a sign that he was ready to cast a spell.
"Right here!"
The two men hurriedly took out the invitation letter sent by the king's messenger and handed it over.
They didn't want to be accidentally injured by this nervous mage - for veterans, rookies who were loaded at such moments were often more terrifying than their enemies.
After receiving the invitation, the mage carefully checked them several times before sending them to the teleportation circle.
After a slight flurry of vertigo—the discomfort of such short teleportations is usually not too intense—Diego found himself standing in a circular room, the glowing circle at his feet slowly extinguishing, and Brian retching.
"Even if I teleport 10,000 times, I won't be able to adapt to this damn teleportation circle!"
He said with a pale face.
"This is called teleportation vertigo, and many people colloquially call it 'halo array'!
But you have to admit that the teleportation circle is a great invention that saves us so much time!
A female mage in a blue robe walked out of the small room next to her, holding a glass of water.
From afar, Diego smelled a cool mint smell.
"Drink it, you'll feel better!"
The female mage whispered.
"If it weren't for the Hammer Knights chasing down demons and not coming back, I wouldn't have used this damn teleportation circle!"
Brian said stubbornly as he gulped down mint water.
The female mage rolled her eyes, ignored them, and turned away.
They left the teleportation room on their own, followed the spiral staircase and walked out of the gate, finding themselves outside a towering mage tower.
The streets not far away were sparsely populated, and occasionally there were two or three mages in robes, all in a hurry, with busy faces.
Compared with the prosperous and glorious Dalaran in later generations, the current Dalaran is much shabby, and today's war has also left too many scars on this air fortress, although it is protected by magical barriers, many houses are still bombarded by demons, and the streets are full of craters corroded by the acid spit out by evil bats.
There are still pools of blood in many places, both demons and humans.
The most striking thing is the huge pit in the Sunset Square.
It was smashed out of a hellfire that fell from the sky, and the Trevi Fountain and fountain that were originally located in that location have completely disappeared, and there are still some wishing coins thrown in by tourists scattered around the pit.
"The last time I came to Dalaran was more than twenty years ago, when the city was honestly on the ground, but now it is floating in the sky.
I'd say the mages of Kenrito are amazing, and I can't even remember where the street leading to Violet Castle is.
Looking at this big pit, Brian recalled with some sadness.
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Many old acquaintances have died in the natural disaster war that year, and I don't know how many died this time.
But they didn't get lost, because the street of Dalaran was a circle of words, and no matter how stupid they were, they could find a place along the street.
It is worth mentioning that when they finally saw the towering Violet Castle, the two of them unexpectedly saw a team of griffons flying from afar and landing on the platform of Crassus.
It was Dalaran's flying platform, which could take off and land most flying creatures such as griffons and bipedal wyverns.
"Hell, I should have waited for Furstad to fly up on a griffin so I wouldn't have to endure the torture of the teleportation circle!"
Brian repented that he didn't say it at the beginning.
"But are you sure Brute Hammer knows you're waiting for him down there?"
Diego couldn't help but scoff.
"Uh......" …… When they reached the gates of Violet Castle, Diego found King Varian and Archmage Ronin standing at the door waiting for them.
"Welcome, our heroes!"
As soon as he saw them, Varian greeted them and gave them a big hug one by one—the dwarven prince who was picked up from the ground was very unhappy—and the always enthusiastic Majesty expressed his joy more freely than the gentle archmage Ronin, "I have to say, you guys did a great job!"
If it weren't for you dragging the entire seven demon legions on the Eastern Front, I'm afraid our side wouldn't have been able to hold out on to the arrival of reinforcements!
” "Wow, there are so many?
I thought there were only five demon legions fighting us to the death!
Brian said in surprise.
"There are indeed so many, this is tortured from the mouth of the captured demon captive, real and credible!"
King Varian confirmed.
To be honest, when he got this information, he couldn't help but be surprised for a long time, because it meant that the Moon Creek Brigade and the Dwarven Legion were dealing with enemies that were more than three times larger than them, and even the Seventh Legion, the most elite of the Alliance, might not be so strong!
Diego nodded silently, at the beginning, he would pay attention to how many demons came, but after the fight, he didn't care about it at all - no matter how many came, just do it!
He looked around and saw that there were no other attendees.
"We were the first to arrive?"
He asked in surprise.
"No, the goblins of Treasure Bay have arrived, and they are shouting for dinner!"
Luo Ning, who had been smiling silently beside him, said with a little crying and laughing, "I just saw the griffin of the Brute Hammer flying overhead, and as for the people of Silver Dawn and the Forsaken, I'm afraid it will be a little later!"
” "Well, there are those people who are here, they are probably still chasing and killing demons, I have never seen such a fierce race fighting demons, chasing and trying to kill them all, it's like having a deep hatred with these demons!"
Wari added with a sigh of relief, as if he had been taken aback by the ferocious alien visitors.
"It's a Draenei!"
Diego corrected, "These Draenei and the Burning Legion do have a lot of money to settle for them, and that's almost annihilation!"
” "It's similar to us, and I think we're going to find a lot of common language!"
Varian nodded, then laughed again, "But for now, I think you'll want to get some rest first." ” He turned his head to one of the guards and instructed, "Take our heroes to the council hall and ask them to clean the dust from their bodies first!"
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