When Vereesa Windrunner woke up again, it was already a day later.
She felt a strange force sleeping in her body, and there was still a strange taste in her mouth. It should be the taste of dragon blood, but she was in good spirits. She had been suffering from insomnia for a long time.
The resulting manic moods and dark circles under the eyes were eliminated.
The huge vitality gave her a change from the inside out, and now, this change has just begun.
She woke up from the woods in the wetland. She was wearing a thick, worn down fur cloak. This should belong to the mage Luo Ning. She stood up and looked around. This was a place she had never been before, and in
In this temporary camp, a pot was boiling hot water and venison, and Luo Ning was squatting by the creek 50 meters away from her, cleaning the fur of the prey.
"They're gone, right?"
Vereesa walked over, leaned against the tree, looked at Luo Ning, and said softly:
"She didn't even say goodbye to me..."
"No, actually, she said it."
Luo Ning turned around and showed a dark smile to the sad Vereesa:
"She really said it. I was nearby and I heard it very clearly... No matter what she has become, Vereesa, I can see that she loves you very much."
"Of course she loves me, she is my sister."
Vereesa also gave a pale smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath:
"But it's a pity that she loves Tyrion more. That's it... I was still abandoned. Just like I lost my mother, I have also lost my sister now, forever. I know that she will never be able to
Back."
Hearing this, Luo Ning sighed and put the deer aside. He washed his hands, walked over and stood next to Vereesa. He looked at the sad elf in front of him. After sharing life and death, the two people's
The relationship became much closer. He put aside the hatred and disgust for Tyrion in his mind and said to Vereesa:
"Hey, little girl, don't think so, don't hate your relatives. In fact, just after you passed out, I saw him in the dark alley, Tyrion Blade of Dawn, he was standing there.
, he looks at you, and I can see that in addition to the frightening look in his eyes, there is actually warmth."
"He is a murderer. Yes, if I had a sword, if I could fight against him, I would stab the sword into his heart without hesitation, but that doesn't mean...it doesn't mean that you have to completely deny it.
He, I mean, at least in terms of his attitude towards you, he and Ms. Alleria are the same, they treat you as a relative, even after death."
Luo Ning smiled, with a touch of tears in his eyes, and his voice became deeper:
"Actually, I actually envy you... I don't have parents, and I don't know why they threw me in the sewers of Dalaran. I envy you, Vereesa, even though the person who protects you is not an angel, but
You are an undead, but at least there is someone to protect you..."
"Has anyone ever said that you look ugly when you cry?"
Vereesa raised her head, with tears still in her eyes, but she looked at Luo Ning with a smile and said seriously:
"Thank you. I know you have suffered a lot for me."
The Windrunner girl opened her arms, hugged her in an unskilled manner, and leaned her head on Luo Ning's chest:
"I don't like you, Ronin, at least I don't love you... But I don't hate you either, not as much as I hate Maris. Maybe, maybe we can start from now on... But first I have to make sure something
thing."
She raised her head and looked at Luo Ning:
"You won't leave me, you won't abandon me like your sister and brother-in-law, right?"
"Of course, I swear."
Ronin hugged Vereesa tightly, and the two sad people cuddled together to keep warm in the forest of the wetland. The coldness in their hearts kept them close, but Ronin looked back to the foothills in the distance, and saw the figure of the Wildhammer dwarf Alfonso.
It was like a shadow in his heart that couldn't be erased.
He had a premonition that maybe one day, he and Vereesa would fight swords with Tyrion and Alleria... It would definitely happen.
That is the future that cannot be avoided.
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"Buzz buzz"
The teleportation array that was thrown on the upper level of Grim Batol began to activate. In the silence, the archmages of Dalaran filed out of the teleportation light.
Antonidas was wearing a blue robe and holding a staff. He looked at the city below the mountain with vigilance, but wherever he saw, there was only deathly silence. He could still smell the smell of blood, which was nauseating, but here.
..There seems to be no living life here.
"The air here is terrible. Maybe the dwarves forgot to open the windows."
Archmage Ansrem, who had a loose personality, told a bad joke. Archmage Modera, who was following him, glared at him, stepped forward, and waved his staff. Soon, a ray of magic appeared.
Like a halo, it spreads in all directions from where the mages are.
"It's strange, there's no... no sign of life here."
Modera frowned and looked back at her companions:
"Where are the orcs? And Luo Ning, why didn't that kid activate the magic circle? Who summoned us here?"
"It's me."
As soon as Modera's question came out, a calm voice sounded behind everyone. The five archmages who walked out of the portal raised their weapons in unison. Amid the violent magic power, Khadgar slowly walked out.
Walking out of the dark alley, he didn't show any malice, but looked at his former companions calmly, with an unknown light dancing in his silver eyes.
"Drop your weapons!"
Archmage Antonidas said coldly: "Put down your weapons, everyone, this is Khadgar. Although he no longer looks like him, but... at least he has no malicious intentions."
The Archmage touched his white beard and looked at Khadgar in front of him:
"You mean no harm, right?"
"certainly."
Khadgar shrugged and replied in a relaxed tone:
"If I have, then after you cross the portal, you will face 1,200 fully armed high-level death knights, as well as 6 death lords and the very difficult blood mage to deal with. According to Tyrion's character, he may
There will be a few colossi ambushed here, don’t ask me what the colossi are? You don’t want to know the answer.”
"So, you serve Tyrion now? For that undead?"
The grumpy Archmage Dran took a step forward, staring at Khadgar with blazing eyes:
"You betrayed Azeroth?"
"Don't say it so harshly, Dranden. For the sake of your tongue, you'd better keep your mouth shut here."
Khadgar waved his hand in disgust:
"I have always hated you. In fact, I don't like any of you...well, except Prince Kael'thas. I like to deal with a knowledgeable high elf like you."
Hearing this, the other archmages narrowed their eyes, and the handsome Prince Kael'thas was a little embarrassed. Faced with the praise of Khadgar, who was obviously different, he didn't know whether to be happy or wary.
"you!"
Mage Drandon felt insulted, but the moment he spoke, Khadgar's finger swiped outwards, a crazy, huge storm that stunned the archmages, the magic mixed with shadow, frost and curse
The storm was like a sharp blade sweeping through everything, easily cutting through the buildings behind everyone.
"I said, shut up!"
The silver light in Khadgar's eyes danced:
"If you don't know how, I don't mind...teaching you personally!"
"Or do you really think that you have the so-called numerical advantage?"
The big lich chuckled and flicked his fingers, and the golden rune lock wrapped his body. Seeing this scene, Prince Kael'thas' eyes flashed with disbelief, and his voice trembled a little:
"Lich! You actually...you actually transformed yourself into a lich!"
For a moment, Kael'thas's voice was like a cold wind, extinguishing all the anger in the hearts of the archmages of Dalaran. Everyone here knew what the concept of "lich" was. If they had had it before,
After taking down Khadgar, now they should consider how to protect themselves.
"Thank you for your erudition and saving me from having to explain what kind of monster I am now."
Khadgar nodded, spread his hands, and said helplessly:
"But to be honest, that process is very painful. I don't recommend you try it. It's really... very painful. Okay, after the small talk, let's get down to business."
The archlich put away his rune lock, and the pressure of magic suddenly disappeared. The mages' breathing became heavy. They looked at Khadgar in front of them with vigilance, and the latter moved his fingers with a relaxed expression and said calmly.
:
"I know why you are here. The Red Dragon Queen is in the cave at the bottom of the city. You'd better notify the red dragons to pick her up. After all... the blood has been drained from the whole body, even if the Red Dragon Queen is like this
A powerful creature, I don’t know if she can survive. Besides...I stay here to send you a message for Tyrion, our Dark Blade King."
Khadgar said Tyrion's name in a mocking tone. He flicked his fingers and said to the archmages:
"The era of change is coming, and it will be controlled by us and the undead. What Tyrion wants to tell you is very simple...it can be summed up in one sentence."
"Don't mind your own business, don't try to stop me, hide in Dalaran to study your magic or tremble in fear, whatever you want...that's it."
"You! You and your undead are too... too arrogant!"
Archmage Drandon gritted his teeth and said this, but the next moment, the light in Khadgar's eyes became violent.
"Didn't I say it! Are you deaf? I asked you to stop talking... I hate your voice, why... why do you want to irritate me? I really just wanted to have a good chat with you."
", Regarding the matter of you allowing warlock magic to spread everywhere in Dalaran, but now it seems that you... you are really impatient, Drandon."
"No matter what, life is a prison, and death is liberation. You are too tired to live."
"Let me relieve you. You won't act according to Tyrion's advice anyway. Why not give you a little "lesson" in advance? Yes, lesson, I like this word!"
Khadgar chuckled, and a huge portal suddenly opened behind him. In the shocked eyes of the archmages, a super monster made of flesh and steel walked out of the portal. It was 10 meters high.
The body of Archmage Antonidas subconsciously waved his staff, and a portal opened next to the mages.
But the next moment, the suddenly opened portal was wiped out by powerful magic power.
"You want to know what the Colossus is? Don't try to hide it from me. I was once a mage. I know how curious mages are... Look, you can see it with your own eyes now."
The rune lock outside Khadgar's body once again emerged. As the dark magic spread around, the upper level of Grim Batol, which was crumbling under the pressure of the Death Gronn, was once again forcibly closed and solidified by the space.
stand up.
"Dlandon, I have to tell you some very unfortunate news. You always like to give other people some insulting nicknames. By the way, what was my original nickname?"
"Egg"? Right, that's it! Well, that's why."
Khadgar took out the staff of the guardian from behind and moved his shoulders. He looked at the old mage with an angry face and a poisonous mouth. He said easily:
"So you are going to die... today! Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that we have stored something in this city... If I remember correctly, it should be 22,000 orcs
bodies, so come on, we have enough viewers, so let’s make this place lively!”
