Hokage of Azeroth

"There are even rumors that Northrend has fallen." Mograine's voice became more solemn.

"This is too sensational." Several people discussed.

Mograine added: "We must prepare in advance. Those undead are undoubtedly a group of terrible enemies. They have no sympathy and mercy at all, and will not surrender to anyone."

Tirion Fordring nodded: "Indeed, I have seen those guys. If they really invade in a large scale, it will definitely be a difficult challenge for our kingdom."

Abbendis: "Do you have any suggestions, Mograine?"

Mograine did not speak, but took out a box and placed it on the table.

The box was opened, and it contained a purple-black crystal, which exuded strong energy fluctuations.

"Holy Light, what is this?" Everyone asked in surprise.

"This thing has been here for many years." Mograine stretched out his hand. There was a faint black scar similar to a burn on it. "Don't get too close. The injury on my hand was caused by it."

Isenlien frowned: "What does this thing have to do with the undead? Look at this power full of darkness. I don't think this is a good thing. We'd better destroy it."

Mograine said: "It's very relevant. Not long ago, I discovered that this crystal has a strange property. It can absorb holy light, and..."

As he spoke, a bright ball of holy light lit up in his palm. When he waved his hand gently, the ball of holy light was thrown onto the purple-black crystal.

To everyone's expectation, when it came into contact with the purple-black crystal, the holy light did not dissipate or be rejected, but was instead sucked into it.

When this ball of holy light was absorbed, the color of the purple-black crystal also became slightly lighter, and the dark power emitted was also slightly reduced.

"Look, that's it!" Mograine's voice was a little excited.

"It's unbelievable!" Everyone felt incredible when they saw it.

Isenlien's expression was inexplicably gloomy, and his hands gradually brewed a large ball of holy light. The light was dazzling and hot, illuminating the entire room in a holy color.

Fording couldn't help but frown: "Let me say, Isenlien, are you planning to destroy the crystal or this hotel?"

Mograine didn't say anything, but there was a hint of expectation.

Immediately, the blazing holy light in Isenlien's hand turned into a sun-like beam, shot out from his palm, and blasted away.

However, the result was no different from before.

This astonishing holy light was silently absorbed by the purple-black crystal.Of course, the color of the purple-black crystal is also further diluted.

"This..." Isorien opened his eyes wide.

Mograine smiled: "Let's try it and see what happens if we fill it with holy light."

Everyone looked at each other and then stood up.

"Okay, let's try it."

Fording raised his hand and cast a holy light, and the others followed closely, pouring holy light into the purple-black crystal.

With the influx of holy light, the color of the crystal quickly faded, and the dark power emitted also weakened sharply.

Eventually, the crystal turns transparent.

But the infusion of Holy Light did not stop there.

As a result, the nature of this crystal underwent an astonishing change. It no longer surged with dark and evil power, but began to gradually emit holy brilliance.

Arcane mage Duan Cheng watched the show. He is a pure mage and knows nothing about the mystery of the Holy Light.

In contrast, the other five people were extremely tired, their Holy Light mana was exhausted one after another, and they sat down on the chair panting.

The first to stop was Abedis, then Fairbanks.

Then Isenlien also stopped the infusion and sat down with his eyes closed to rest, but he didn't seem very tired.

Mograine worked the hardest, draining the last bit of his mana, but unfortunately the crystal was still not satisfied.

Fortunately, Old Fording had deep magic power. When everyone else was unable to continue, he was still pouring holy light into the crystal.

at last.

With a dazzling flash of light, the crystal's form completely changed, turning into a golden-red bright crystal, and its shape also changed.

Compared with the original purple-black crystal, the power it emits is equally strong, but its properties are completely opposite.

"I think it should have been filled." Fording said looking at the holy light that was bounced away.

Mograine was a little excited: "It is almost a physical holy light now! Imagine if this crystal was made into a sword, what kind of harm would it cause to the undead?"

"Without a doubt it will turn the undead to ashes!"

……

Fording and others stayed in Nanhai Town for three days. They did not break their promise and did understand the situation of the Syndicate assassination case.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, as the discoverer of the assassin and the nephew of the sheriff, Rowe successfully became familiar with several big shots.

Mainly Fording.

Luo Wei remembered clearly that the reason why he traveled across time was because the old man split open the Lich King's helmet in the game, so he wanted to know if he could find out the reason why he traveled through Fording.

However, in the brief contact, he did not get any information from Fording.

In fact, the big bosses were not of much help. If there was no Isenlien, they basically just asked about the assassination incident.

As a powerful priest, Isenlien easily controlled the will of the two assassins, allowing them to tell the whole story of the assassination and provide a lot of useful information.

Based on this information, Mareb began formulating a plan to take down the Syndicate.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Rowe. Although Marcus wanted to stay, after Fording left, Rowe had no intention of staying in Nanhai Town for a long time, and immediately set off to Durnholde.

Due to the significant increase in chakra volume, Luo Wei now wears root weights most of the time to maintain high-intensity training at all times, including when he is on the road.

Durnholde City is located northeast of Nanhai Town.

Generally speaking, it took several days of horse-drawn carriage rides from Southshore to Durnholde to circumvent the rivers and hills.

However, neither water nor hills could stop Luo Wei. He set off in a straight line from Nanhai Town and reached Durnhold after two days of running.

Durnholde City is larger than Nanhai Town, and as the location of the Orc Concentration Camp, the guards here are tighter than most towns, and soldiers wearing armor can be seen everywhere.

Arriving in Durnholde, Rowe first went to the hotel to inquire: "Boss, is there a man named Sandel living here?"

Both Tias and Lepelithus are relatively low-key. In comparison, Sandel is obviously easier to impress.

"Yes, that's right, I know that guy." The innkeeper nodded, "He and his two friends should be watching the gladiatorial fight now... Aren't you his creditor?"