Aegwynn tilted her head and stared at the vampire on the stone pillar. She fell into thinking. Then, the former guardian with an unpredictable temperament showed a strange smile and said playfully:
"What a tempting opportunity. I can save Azeroth and become a true guardian."
Aegwynn smiled widely, her aqua blue eyes shining with radiance.
Think about it, if the high elves did not have the restrictions of magic addiction, and did not have to worry that frequent use of magic would make the space structure fragile, then they could study magic without restrictions.
The number of mages will explode, and magical civilization will develop rapidly, bringing about rapid changes.
I'm afraid that before long, powerful magic will continue to be developed, and the skills of spell casting will also be improved. Even short-lived species like humans may have the possibility of immortality with the help of magic.
Magic creates miracles, anything is possible...
The ancient gods and the Burning Legion will not be a problem.
The reason why the Burning Legion can run rampant across the universe is because they can use fel magic without limit.
Why the Lord of the Void has become an eternal nightmare is because the Void can use shadow magic without limit.
When the arcane magic that represents order is restricted, how can we fight against these two camps?
The vampire man smiled happily, thinking he was saved.
But then his smile solidified.
"But I refuse."
Aegwynn said proudly: "Don't you think this is a cute mistake? As a guardian, I have never worried about magic addiction. I don't want competition, which will make me feel stressed."
The vampire man looked at Aegwynn in surprise and shouted:
"You, you are the real devil."
"On the journey of pursuing immortal life, of course, the fewer people the better. No one is qualified to travel with me. I will tear your soul apart and let you keep this secret forever."
Aegwynn's hands were condensed with powerful arcane energy, and she slowly pressed towards the Vampire man.
It disappeared into ashes and turned into dust.
When you kill a demon, you unknowingly become a demon yourself.
...
The Karazhan generals were retreating steadily, the opera house had fallen, and they had to retreat to the library.
A large number of structures came out of the library and joined the battle, temporarily preventing the Forsaken from advancing.
Sylvanas snorted coldly, Antonidas opened a portal again, and a large number of undead vrykul joined the battle, and the structural army gradually became unable to withstand it.
Gul'dan was not anxious at all. He kept staring at the brave generals of the Forsaken, the orcs themselves in life, and smiled sinisterly.
"A dishonorable blow. I'm sorry. There was no honor in my attack."
King Salfar sneak attacked a structure. As Azeroth's chief sneak attack expert, he knew when the most appropriate time to take action was.
"Too bad you're dead, you stupid wretch."
Looking at the structure that fell to the ground, King Salfar laughed happily. Every time the sneak attack was successful, he would feel proud and felt that he was worthy of the symbol of the orcs' glory.
When he is proud, he is used to letting down his guard, even if it is only for a short moment.
That's it now!
Cairne Bloodhoof, who knew King Saurfang extremely well, took action quickly, and the rune spear pierced Saurfang's chest from behind.
"I'm sorry for the dishonorable blow. There is no honor in my attack."
The buzzing sound of the tauren came. Kane imitated Salfar and responded in the same way, and then withdrew the rune spear unceremoniously.
The barb on the spear took away Saurfang's rotten but still beating heart slowly, and a hole the size of a teacup appeared in his chest.
"You are despicable."
Saurfang was very unwilling, so he fell down and died with his eyes open.
Cairn Bloodhoof took his time and wiped off the putrid-smelling black blood on the rune spear.
The army of the Forgotten is very suitable for sneak attacks on one's own people. These resurrected Vrykul soldiers do not have the wisdom of the generals and have no idea what is happening.
"You don't need to worry about the soldiers reporting to Sylvanas, you just need to avoid the generals' eyes."
Cairn Bloodhoof was accustomed to scratching his itch, sneak-attacking King Saurfang, and was able to receive his army at the same time.
Gul'dan's voice reached Kane's ears again.
"Dispose of Saurfang's body before anyone discovers problems from his wounds."
Kane Bloodhoof was startled, but he quickly understood. He stretched out his right leg to pick up Saurfang's body, kicked it away with a hoof, and landed right at the feet of the library director.
Of course, the curator would not miss a good opportunity to perform a meritorious service. The construct's arm stretched out a sharp blade, cut off Saurfang's head, and completely destroyed his body at the same time.
"There is no proof, no one knows that I was the one responsible for the sneak attack."
Kane Bloodhoof hates it. It would be great if he had this kind of wisdom in his lifetime. Under Gul'dan's guidance, he immediately shouted loudly:
"The curator killed King Saurfang to avenge him."
"What, King Saurfang is dead."
Garrosh followed the sound and saw the head hanging on the curator's waist, which was none other than King Saurfang.
"This structure is so powerful. It is impossible to challenge the curator. It is impossible to beat him in this life."
Garrosh is far less heroic and skilled than his father. In his prime years when he was the strongest and most physically fit, he was no match for Cairn Bloodhoof. This was because he was eager to obtain the evil spirit.
Reasons for strength.
"Garrosh."
I saw Kane holding the rune spear and rushing over aggressively: "The Queen's order, let us work together to eliminate the curator and avenge Thrall and Saurfang."
"Thall is dead too?" Garrosh was stunned for a while, then shook his head unwillingly and said, "What a pity."
"pity?"
"Yeah, I haven't tortured them enough yet. This will be too easy for them." After saying that, he picked up the battle ax and headed towards the curator with Kane.
"Her Majesty is watching you."
Garrosh also heard Sylvanas echoing in his ears from time to time, but he did not receive any orders.
But Garrosh did not suspect anything. After all, Kane had served Sylvanas for many years, and he was just a newcomer. It was normal for Her Majesty the Queen to give Kane an order.
Based on Garrosh's understanding of Kane, although he betrayed countless tauren of his own race, it was mostly out of cowardice and helplessness, which was a lack of morality. Kane himself is not a bright mind, and there should be no conspiracy.
trick.
Garrosh would have thought that Gul'dan, a conspirator, was behind the scenes.
Looking at the curator's tall structural body, Garrosh resisted and barely showed any fear.
Kane said sternly: "I'll go over and fight with the curator first. When I get tired, you can take over from me. You don't have to fight, just let me take a breather."
Garrosh nodded, feeling much more relaxed. This was right. Kane was the main force in defeating the curator, and he was just a henchman. He was very satisfied with his position.
Kane rushed over with the rune spear and fought with the curator.
The battle between the two was quite fierce, with sparks flying, smoke and dust flying, and the rune spears dancing rapidly, creating whirlwinds.
Garrosh secretly estimated the curator's strength. Although he was not as brave and skilled as Kane, he would be able to carry him for a short while without any problem.
After a while, Cairne retreated panting heavily, and Garrosh immediately took over.
"I will not fight head-on with the curator. I just need to delay for a moment to let Kane catch his breath."
With this idea in mind, Garrosh absentmindedly engaged the curator. He knew how to fight passively.
The curator's attack was so powerful that Garrosh almost missed the battle ax in his hand!
Garrosh's heart sank, and he had a premonition that something was wrong.
A rune spear penetrated his chest. (To be continued)