Khadgar did not dare to hide it from anyone, so he immediately sent the message back with magic, which in turn choked Lao Anzi.
"What? You said you found that the [Book of Medivh] was being spied on by the enemy, and you thought there was a super-high-level mole in Dalaran, so you brought a fake copy here? And the enemy is very powerful, so it's best not to pursue it, because you
Have you prepared a trap for a long time?"
Khadgar didn't dare to tell McDonald's name, after all, it would be a disgraceful thing to talk about - the Master didn't go to Dalaran for "ordinary people" in advance, which would cause conflicts.
Khadgar could only smile bitterly: "The book is now in Wyrmrest Temple and is very safe."
He didn't dare to mention Ysera's name, and he was afraid.
This time it was obviously a mole who cooperated with Ner'zhul to take action personally. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why Ner'zhul found the storage point so accurately and cracked the protective magic so easily without alerting the Kirin Tor Council.
So what if Antonidas is so angry and cold?
Speaking of which, don’t you think you have two or five children at home!?
He also had to accept a favor from Khadgar, who helped him point out that at least one high-level mage was the mole in Dalaran.
Lao Anzi pretended to be furious and sent a large number of people to search for the thief, but he was surprised that no one was sent to get the idea. The opponent was a powerful orc shaman who was suspected to be close to the demigod level. A high-level mage would just give him food when he encountered him.
It's more like this matter is settled.
No one knew that on the vast sea spanning the north and south straits of the Eastern Kingdom mainland, a group of orcs were sitting on a wyvern obtained from nowhere.
History has undergone subtle changes again.
Holding the red dragonskin book in his left hand that seemed to be on fire, Ner'zhul abandoned his army to do private work. He was so happy that it felt like he was grinning from ear to ear.
"With it, with it, I can get rid of that damn demon leader..."
There are so many orc traitors, and the bosses with some brains are more shameless than the last. However, the orc tradition is to believe in shamans, or blindly believe in them. Everyone believes that Ner'zhulder is highly respected and will not trick them like a dog egg.
This means that the result of this orc invasion is bound to be an overturn.
Ner'zhul made a whirlwind 'visit' to Dalaran. As soon as he got the things, he immediately entered the Dark Portal without saying a word and said the next sentence: "I will go back to 'our world' first. I have more important things to do."
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Ironically, none of the chiefs think it's wrong.
They jointly invited Ner'zhul to serve as a banner, but no one really regarded him as the war chief. Ner'zhul, who was originally the mascot, was withdrawn, so what's the problem?
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A group of chiefs discussed how to break the situation, unaware that Ner'zhul returned to Draenor and fell into a nightmare.
Rushing back to his lair in Shadowmoon Valley, Ner'zhul dismissed his younger brothers, saying that he wanted to perform a great dance, ahem, to communicate with his ancestors, which would probably last for several days.
This is a very common thing for the shaman of the magic stick profession.
Ner'zhul just jumped into the pit, and even sprinkled a handful of dirt on himself.
The terrifying magic circle on the cover of the book did not dismay Ner'zhul at all. Asking the orc shaman to create a sophisticated magic circle would probably be impossible. The orcs, a race with rough characters, were destined to be unable to do delicate tricks.
When it comes to destruction, whether it's physical or legal, orcs are very good at it.
A series of operations that many shamans couldn't understand even if they were watching on the spot, such as cutting off animal heads and burning yellow paper, using wolf blood, etc., took three days, and Ner'zhul finally broke through the magic circle above.
As soon as I opened the book cover, an evil aura rushed out.
Medivh's virtual image appeared on the homepage, warning: "Khadgar? If it were you, don't open my notebook. Some evil creatures I encountered while traveling in the star world were sealed in it. Never! Never!
Open it! Not only is there a seal inside, but there is also a passage to another world. You must not open it if you have not mastered the magic of interstellar teleportation."
Ten million! Absolutely!
These words drove Ner'zhul crazy.
He couldn't wait and carefully opened the second page.
He immediately discovered that the text above was not the common language used by humans in Azeroth, but a type of text called Latin.
Even if he couldn't understand it, a power that penetrated his soul made Ner'zhul understand it - if you want to understand Latin, dance Latin dance first.
A Latin legend is also attached below.
This scene was too cruel, and Ner'zhul, who was eager to escape, still gritted his teeth and obeyed...
Just when he was in agony, he suddenly found that his soul, no, it was his spirit, was pulled into the dream by a powerful gray-black spiritual force that suddenly came out of the book.
My vision was blurry, with billowing black smoke everywhere.
The cold mist blew over Ner'zhul's skin, giving him goosebumps all over the place.
There seemed to be a sound in my ears, a bit like a female orc on the ancient mountains in the morning mist, sadly telling her thoughts about her partner in front of the tomb. The weeping voice was low and ethereal, with a kind of calmness.
Aozu felt very uncomfortable and frightened.
The fog gradually dispersed, and a fork in the road appeared.
The two roads on the left and right look exactly the same. The difference is that the sign on the left says "Silent Hill" in Common Language, while the sign on the right says "Raccoon City".
"Where is this place?" Ner'zhul was suddenly startled. He found that he had lost his staff. The most uncomfortable thing was that his shamanic elemental power disappeared and his body was empty. His body was so weak, like
Just like those useless orc drudges who will die suddenly on the roadside at any time.
"Do I have to choose one?" Ner'zhul realized something was wrong.
"I choose [Silent Hill]!" Almost as soon as he thought, the pictures in front of him began to pass quickly, and an irresistible force pulled him over.
"No! I don't-" Ner'zhul was shocked, struggling to resist this power.
He looked like a kid on the Earth's highway who had taken the wrong turn and had to back out.
I don’t know if he was the most beautiful in the whole show, but anyway, an overwhelming force hit Ner’zhul from his back, knocking him to pieces.
Pain came from every corner of my back.
Ner'zhul could clearly feel that his shoulder blades were like pieces of chocolate that had been smashed, and at the same time countless sharp objects had penetrated the muscles of his back, and finally the back of his head.
Ner'zhul is dead.
He didn't realize until his death that this was actually a car accident.
He had no idea that in the void at this moment, over 10,000 sand sculpture players watching this scene were cheering together.
[Someone passing by]: "First blood!"
[The little demon comes and goes]: "Hahaha!"
[Zawaru Shigure]: "Give me the money quickly! I'll crush him and he'll die within 1 minute."
At this time, [08a] turned around: "Which idiot was hit and killed while reversing on the highway fork. After such an experience, you are also a ruthless person. Don't you know that 12 points will be deducted even if nothing happens?"
[A coquettish person like me] raised his hand and said weakly: "My clone was backing up in Raccoon City, which was full of zombies, and was hit by a tanker truck."
Everyone: "..."
【08a】: "Oh, that's okay."
In the scene, Ner'zhul was in a trance. He was horrified to find that he had reached a fork in the road again.
