Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 260 23. Silence --- Add more for the silver lord crow 1131 [330]

Chapter 260 23. Silence --- Add more for the silver lord crow 1131 [330]

When Vereesa Windrunner woke up again, it was already a day later.

She felt a strange power sleeping in her body, and there was still a strange smell in her mouth, which should belong to the taste of dragon blood, but she was in good spirits, because of long-term insomnia The resulting mania and dark circles are eliminated.

What the huge vitality gave her was a change from the inside out, but now, this change has only just begun.

She woke up from the woods in the wetlands. She was wearing a thick, worn-out fluffy cloak, which should belong to the mage Ronin. She stood up and looked around. This is a place she has never been to. In this makeshift camp, a pot is boiling hot water and venison, and Ronin is squatting by the stream 50 meters away from her, cleaning the fur of the prey.

They're gone, aren't they?

Vereesa walked over, leaned against the tree, looked at Rhonin, and said softly:

She didn't even say goodbye to me...

No, actually, she did.

Rhonin turned his head and showed a dark smile to the sad Vereesa:

She really said it, and I was there at the time, and I heard it very clearly...no matter what she has become, but Vereesa, I can see that she loves you very much.

Of course she loves me, she's my sister.

Vereesa also returned 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'm still abandoned, just like I lost my mother, I lost my sister now, lost forever, I know, she will never be came back.

Hearing this, Luo Ning sighed, and put the deer in his hand aside. He washed his hands, walked over, and stood beside Vereesa. He looked at the sad elf in front of him. The relationship became much closer, and he put aside the hatred and dislike of 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 that dark alley, Tyrion Dawnblade, he was standing there , he looked at you, and I could see that besides the frightening look in his eyes, there was actually warmth in them.

He is a murderer, yes, if I have a sword, if I can fight him, I will stab the sword into his heart without hesitation, but this does not mean...doesn't mean you have to deny it completely He, I mean, at least in terms of his attitude towards you, he is the same as Ms. Aurelia, they treat you as a family member, even after death.

Luo Ning smiled, with a trace of tears in his eyes, his voice was a little lower:

Actually, I really envy you... I don't have parents, and I don't know why they threw me at the entrance of the sewer in Dalaran. I envy you, Vereesa, although it is not angels who guard you, but Undead, but at least someone guards you...

Has anyone ever told you that you look ugly when you cry?

Vereesa raised her head, tears were still in her eyes, but she looked at Luo Ning with a smile, and said seriously:

Thank you, I know, you...suffered a lot for me.

The little girl Windrunner opened her arms and leaned her head on Rhonin's chest in an unskilled embrace:

I don't like you, Ronin, at least I don't love you... But I don't hate you, not like I hate Maris, maybe, maybe we can start now... But first I want to make sure thing.

She raised her head and looked at Luo Ning:

You're not going to leave me, like your sister and brother-in-law, are you?

Of course, I swear.

Luo Ning hugged Vereesa tightly, and the two sad people snuggled together in the forest in the wetland to keep warm. The severe coldness of their hearts made them approach, but Luo Ning looked back at the foothills in the distance, and the figure of Alfonso the Wildhammer dwarf was standing in front of him. His heart is like a shadow that cannot be wiped away.

He had a hunch that maybe one day, he and Vereesa would face off against Tyrion and Aurelia...it would be that way.

That is the future that cannot be avoided.

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buzzing

The teleportation array that was thrown on the upper floor of Grim Batol started to activate, and in the silence, the archmages of Dalaran came out of the teleportation light.

Antonidas was wearing a blue robe and holding a staff. He looked vigilantly at the city below the mountain in front of him, but there was only a dead silence in his eyes. He could still smell the smell of blood, which made people sick, but here. .. there seems to be no living life here.

The air here is terrible. Maybe the dwarves forgot to open the windows.

The sloppy Archmage Ansrem told a bad joke, and the Archmage Modera who was following behind him gave him a glare, stepped forward, and waved his staff. Soon, a magical light came Like a halo, it spread in all directions from where the mages were.

Strange, there's no... no sign of life here.

Modera frowned, looking back at her companion:

Where did the orcs go? And Ronin, why didn't that child activate the magic circle, who summoned us?

it's me.

As soon as Modera's question was raised, a calm voice sounded behind everyone. The five archmages who came out of the portal raised their weapons in unison. Amidst the turbulent magic power, Khadgar walked slowly. Walking out of the dark alley, he didn't show any malice, just looked at his former companion calmly, and an unknown light was beating in his silver eyes.

lay down your weapon!

Archmage Antonidas said in a cold voice: Put down your weapons, everyone, this is Khadgar. Although he doesn't look like he used to be, at least...at least he is not malicious.

The archmage touched his white beard, and he looked at Khadgar in front of him:

You mean no harm, do you?

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, 6 death lords and a difficult blood mage. According to Tyrion's personality, maybe he There will be a few colossi in ambush here, don't ask me what a colossus is? You don't want to know the answer.

So, you serve Tyrion now? For that necromancer?

The grumpy Archmage Delan stepped forward, staring at Khadgar with fiery eyes:

You betrayed Azeroth?

Don't speak so harshly, Delandon, for the sake of your tongue, you'd better shut up here.

Khadgar waved his hand in disgust:

I've always hated you. In fact, I don't like any of you...well, except for Prince Kael'thas. I like dealing with a knowledgeable high elf like you.

Hearing this, the other archmages all narrowed their eyes, but the handsome Prince Kael'thas was a little embarrassed. Facing the compliment from the obviously different Khadgar, he didn't know whether to be happy or wary.

you!

Mage Delandon felt insulted, but the moment he opened his mouth, Khadgar swiped his finger out, crazy, a huge storm that stunned the archmages, the magic mixed with shadow, frost and curse The storm, like a sharp blade sweeping through everything, easily cut 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 myself!

Or, do you really think that you have the so-called quantitative advantage?

The Grand Lich laughed and flicked his fingers, and the golden rune lock wrapped his body. Seeing this scene, an unbelievable light flashed in Prince Kael'thas' eyes, and his voice trembled a little:

Lich! You...you actually transformed yourself into a lich!

For a moment, Kael'thas' voice was like a gust of cold wind, extinguishing all the anger in the hearts of the Dalaran Archmages. Everyone here knows what a lich is. The idea of ​​taking down Khadgar, then now, they should consider how to protect themselves.

Thank you for your knowledge and talents, so that I don't need to explain what kind of monster I am now.

Khadgar nodded, he 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 chat, let's talk about the business.

The Grand Lich put away his Rune Lock, and the oppression of the magic power disappeared suddenly. The breathing of the mages became heavy. They looked at Khadgar vigilantly, and the latter moved his fingers with ease, and said calmly. :

I know why you came here. The Red Dragon Queen is in the cave at the bottom of the city. You'd better tell the red dragons to come pick her up. A powerful creature, I don't know if she will survive, and besides...I am here to send a message to you from Tyrion, our Darkblade Lord.

Khadgar uttered Tyrion's name in a mocking tone, snapped 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 meddle in your own business, don't try to stop them, hide in Dalaran and study your magic or shiver, whatever you want... That's it.

You! You and your undead are too... so arrogant!

Archmage Delandon gritted his teeth and said this, but the next moment, the light in Khadgar's eyes became irritable.

Didn't I say it! Are you deaf? I told you not to talk... I hate your voice, why...why are you pissing me off? I really, really just wanted to have a good chat with you guys , about you allowing warlock magic to spread everywhere in Dalaran, but now it seems that you...you are really impatient, Delandon.

Never mind, whatever, life is a cage, and death is a liberation. You are too tired to live.

Let me relieve you, anyway, you will not act according to Tyrion's opinion, why not give you a little lesson in advance, yes, lesson, I like this word!

Khadgar laughed, and a huge portal suddenly opened behind him. Under 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 made Archmage Antonidas subconsciously wave his staff, and a portal opened around the mages.

But the next moment, the portal that suddenly opened was snuffed out by the powerful magic power.

You want to know what a Colossus is? Don't try to hide it from me. I was a mage too, and I know how curious mages are...Look, you've seen it with your own eyes.

The Rune Lock outside of Khadgar's body resurfaced again, and with the spread of dark magic power in the surroundings, the upper level of Grim Batol, which was crumbling under the oppression of the Death Gron, was once again forcibly closed and solidified by the space stand up.

Delandon, I have to tell you a very unfortunate news, because you always like to give people some insulting nicknames, by the way, what was my nickname back then? Egg? Right, that's it! Well, that's why.

Khadgar pulled out the staff of the guardian behind his back, moved his shoulders, looked at the angry old mage with a poisonous mouth, and said easily:

So you're going to die...today! Oh yeah, forgot to tell everyone, we have something stored in the city...if I remember correctly, it's 22 thousand orcs dead body, so come on, we've got enough spectators, so let's make it livelier!

Mighty Gruul, kill him!

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