Chapter 745: Only the Winter Wind is owed

"Young people nowadays are really amazing. ”

It's no wonder that Merry Winterwind is not familiar with Carlos, he had only returned to the Eastern Kingdom seven years ago to live in seclusion in Lordaeron.

In fact, the old mage was absent from the entire war between humans and orcs.

Because of the destruction of the Council of Tirisfar.

Now Egwene Medina knew that Medivan, the Guardian controlled by the Sargeras Soul Shard, had destroyed the Council of Tirisfa, but at the time, no one knew the brutal truth.

As a "survivor", Merry Winterwind has the responsibility to carry out the truth on his shoulders.

However, the blackened Medivan did it too neatly, and Merry Winterwind couldn't find any clues.

So the old mage traveled across the ocean to Kalimdor, to Gakison, to the Cave of Time, and to find the Bronze Dragon.

Travel through time and space, act as a hero, save the world, and be fooled.

When he learned the truth about the destruction of the Council of Tirisfar, Merry Winterwind was furious.

Borrowed a staff from Alodi, pulled out the dusty robe from the ruins of the magic center, and rummaged through the cabinets to make a god costume and hit Karazan......

Medivan has been away from Azeroth for five years.

It's been five years......

Guardian, is this your escape route?

There is nowhere to vent his indignation, and who to tell his full of resentment.

You can't just pull Egwen out and spank him.

As a result, Egwen really came to the door.

The need to rebuild the Tirisfa Council is urgent.

Merry Winterwind is in danger, you say that I am an old skeleton, how can I suddenly become the honorary speaker of the Tirisfa Council, will this seem a bit of a king?

As a result, Merry Winterwind ambushed in Lordaeron to raise supplies and deploy personnel, and in a flash, it was where it is now.

Merry Winterwind was a little surprised that Carlos would let him go.

The rulers of the human race, those kings and lords who are in trouble, the most common call is "εŠ©γ‹γ£γ¦Eirin".

Ahh

The rulers of the human race, those kings and lords who encounter difficulties, the most common call is not "go and ask for XX archmage"!

For the same reason, while missing the entire war between humans and orcs, Merry Winterwind also lost the most intuitive understanding of the paladin.

Although the first impression of Carlos was good, it was not optimistic about him.

Especially thirty-seven to one, will you ice ring monsters blow wind and slow down?

Merry Winterwind, who had not gone far, eavesdropped on the conversation between Carlos and the Death Knight, and the artificial heart and lungs in her body beat rapidly.

Macho men cry, always sad.

But for thousands of years, there have been many joys and sorrows, and the old mage is not a hypocritical person.

Seeing that Carlos was not fake brave but really fierce, Merry Winterwind was relieved to leave.

There were more important things for him to do.

For example, poison clouds.

Half of the Royal Guard has been corrupted, and these elite human warriors have been reduced to a mess of living corpses, plus skeleton soldiers and ghouls secretly mobilized by the Cult of the Damned, as well as a handful of death knights.

With less than 10,000 Scourge legions, how long will it take to destroy Lordaeron City?

The answer may never be.

The turmoil in the city stems from the fear of the unknown.

Although most of the guards in the city chose to stick to the spot out of political "sensitivity", allowing the panic to amplify, but as mentioned before, Lordaeron City has a population of one million, and in fact, 600,000 are outside the city, and the royal family of Minethil still has a large number of troops to mobilize.

With only 10,000 Scourge Legions, it is impossible to fight against the Lordaeron Kingdom that has returned to God.

But those plague poisons are different.

This season, when there is already little wind, the Lich King Neozu is watching the city of Lordaeron again, the power of the Ice Throne is affecting the weather, and the plague cloud is gradually filling the city.

Merry Winterwind has been lurking in Lordaeron for so long, but he is not really here to retire.

Harnessing the power of the arcane, the reborn Council of Tirisfa has placed thousands of invisible servants on Lordaeron.

Using these invisible servants, Merry Winterwind has a clear insight into the development of the disaster.

If these poisonous clouds cannot be dispelled, then the city is finished.

The elite units of the Scourge Legion firmly held the four gates of Lordaeron, but deliberately opened a crack in the west gate, and the residents of Lordaeron, who were eager to flee, were frantically creating an irrational tragedy of chaos and stampede.

The members of the Silver Dawn changed into robes emblazoned with the Order's sigil and split in two, one attacking the south in an attempt to defeat the Cursed cultists who had taken control of the city's defenses, and the other struggling to advance towards the west gate.

If the gate could not be opened, the innocent people who died at the feet of their own people would not have been slaughtered less than the soldiers of the Scourge had slaughtered.

The people who lost their minds because of panic did not realize that they were like crabs in the same basket, frantically hurting each other.

Those who can hear the call of Naozu are the powerful spellcasters, and the weak are not worthy of listening to the voice of the Lich King.

Merry Winterwind didn't know how many human mages had succumbed to their desire for magic and joined the Scourge Legion, but he knew that he was not a guardian and that there was absolutely no one to surround them.

So the old mage sighed, and there was an inexplicable emotion that Egwene was calculating.

Merry Winterwind grabbed behind her back and pulled out a scroll that emitted magical aura.

What a dramatic coincidence, this is exactly what the Metri Scroll is.

In the town of South Seas, Gul'dan created the first Death Knight, and Carlos was still in the category of normal humans at that time, and it was the Metri Scroll that calmed down the incident.

Although Egwene did not take the magic treasure at the time, the scroll eventually fell into the hands of Merry Winterwind after several exchanges of interests within Dalaran.

Merry Winterwind, as an old antique among human beings and a living fossil in the mage world, naturally knows where the treasure in his hand comes from.

I saw Merry Winterwind's fingertips slash across the seal scroll's imprint, and Metri's scroll moved in response to the pressure, suspended in mid-air.

"Old classmate, I need your help. ”

Merry Winterwind sighed helplessly.

The Metri Scroll is not a scroll used by Metri, but a cage that seals Metri's soul.

As one of the top 100 members of the original generation, Metri has an extremely high talent for rune magic circles, and can even be said to be one of the most talented among the hundred human magic apprentices.

However, she was born devoid of humanity.

Even Merry Winterwind's ritual of transforming the spirits of the dead is based on the documents left behind by Metri.

Therefore, why the soul of such a mage was sealed is simply a question that cannot be investigated.

This time, instead of working against Merry Winterwind, the Tool Spirit of the Metri Scroll responded to his request with pleasure.

In an instant, vast and repeated arcane torrents erupted from the Metri Scroll, condensing the void with the trajectory of magical power.

Such a stark magical reaction naturally caught the Lich King's attention.

"Mage, submit to the Scourge and you will get everything. ”

The Lich King didn't even make too many provocative words, and directly stuffed a lot of magical knowledge into Merry Winterwind's mind.

As the godfather saidβ€”β€”β€”β€” I want to give you a favor, and you can't refuse.

Is this the temptation that those little ones experience?

Merry Winterwind felt that her will was being put to the test, and this strange knowledge ...... How tempting that is.

But the old mage, who had been single for more than a thousand years, finally relied on his own willpower to complete this terrible spell.

Legion-level city spells.

"Eternal Winter!"