It took half an afternoon for Archmage Antonidas to select a team of mages to support Nanhai Town. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After sending a magic message to each of the mages, Archmage Antonidas returned to his lab, where he had come to find his mage apprentice.

Archmage Antonidas was a master of fire attack magic, so he didn't have any jars and jars of magic potions, no herbs and specimens of all kinds, just a lot of books - all for his apprentices.

At the table by the window of the laboratory, a little girl with shiny blonde hair in a slightly crumpled apprentice's robe sat in a high chair, reading a thick book of magic. The footsteps of Archmage Antonidas as he came in did not disturb the little girl who was focused, she stared at the page for a long time, and suddenly she caught a bookmark on the page, and then quickly turned the book forward, making a rustling sound, as if she was looking for something from the previous content.

Archmage Antonidas quietly walked to the little girl's side, stood quietly for a while, and when he saw that the little girl still did not stop turning the book, he coughed dryly, showing his presence. The little girl heard the cough, looked up in confusion, and saw Archmage Antonidas beside her.

"Teacher Antonidas, you're back!" the little girl put down the thick book, jumped down from her chair, and said to Archmage Antonidas, "I'll make you tea!" said the little girl as she walked to the side of the locker. Archmage Antonidas stopped her with a smile: "Gianna, no need. I have a question for you...... Are you homesick?"

That little girl was Arthas's first love, Gianna, the royal daughter of the kingdom of Kurtilas. I saw that the nine-year-old mage apprentice blinked his pale blue eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then said timidly: "Hmm......" Archmage Antonidas smiled and said, "Then, you clean up and go to Nanhai Town with me." Your father is there right now. Although he suffered a defeat, I think the joy of seeing you should be enough to soothe him. ”

Gianna's eyes lit up, she forgot to speak, and just nodded desperately - for a nine-year-old girl, it was a very difficult time to leave her family and go to a strange place to learn obscure magical knowledge. Of course, King Terenus did not mention in his letter that Gianna's brother, Admiral Dalin's eldest son, Drake Proudmoor, was seriously injured and was about to die, otherwise Archmage Antonidas would not have called Gianna with him.

Just when Archmage Antonidas took Gianna and the support force composed of three hundred mages to use the magic array and spread to Nanhai Town, at the junction of the Hills Brad Hills of the Lordaeron Kingdom and the Arathi Highlands of the Stormgard Kingdom, a castle called "Dunhold" ushered in an uninvited guest.

"Ahem......" In the basement of the main building of the castle, there was a coughing sound. With a slight "stampede", a man wrapped in black robes climbed up the small steps leading from the basement to the main hall, and it was Kel'thugad, who had just teleported from Dalaran. If Aiden Pernord of the Kingdom of Alterac could escape from the dungeon of Lordaeron and see that this small castle had a special magic array, he would probably faint to death.

Kel'thugad made his way to the main hall of the castle's main building, where a heavily armed warrior was already waiting for him. As soon as Kel'thugad appeared, he said to the warrior dissatisfiedly, "Blackmore, what are you calling me to come over? Don't you already get the magic circle you want? I'm busy, don't always bother me with nothing...... Ahem!"

The warrior was none other than the owner of Dunhold Castle and Kel'thugad's newfound patron, Edras Blackmore. The patron was also dissatisfied with Kel'thugad's attitude, and said with a frown: "Kel'thugad, do you think that a magic circle can be used to cover the gold coins that are transported to your laboratory? Is it that I have increased the taxes in my territory tenfold for the sake of such a portal that I cannot use at all? You know, there are already farmers who plan to go to the royal city of Lordaeron to complain against me. ”

A sigh came from under Kel'thugad's black robes—not good news for him. After all, there are very few nobles or businessmen who have a single faith in the Light who would fund his research on necromancy.

After a moment of silence, Kel'thugad said, "Ahem...... What do you mean, then? Do you want me to deal with the peasants for you? You know, if I act against the common people, the Kenrito Council will expel me from Dalaran at once, and then your funding will be meaningless to me. ”

Blackmore shook his head, smiled weirdly, and said, "No, no, no...... Kel'thugad, I don't care what the old man in Lordaeron thinks about it, his kingdom will soon be overturned. Not only do I not need you to do anything to civilians, but I can also help you advance in your necromantic research...... It's real necromancy, not the rotten rat tricks you usually play. ”

"You?...... Ahem. Under Kel'thugad's robes, a shrill voice sounded, "Just you, Blackmore, a half-pitched warrior, want to show me how to use magic?" Kel'thugad's merciless taunt was quickly interrupted by a low, dead voice, "Of course it's not him, it's me." What better way to know what necromancy is than to be a person who has actually come back from the dead?"

Kel'thugad did not lift the black veil from his head, but turned his head keenly to look through the black cloth to a corner of the main hall. In the shadows there, a human man in plate armor with a dead face slowly walked out. "Ahem...... Who are you?" Kel'thugad felt an incomparably powerful shadow aura from the other party's body, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his dry lips under the cover of the black veil, "Resurrected from the dead? You mean you're already an undead?"

The human man took a few more steps forward before he stopped, his stiff face as dead as no expression, his lips opening and closing, and he uttered an equally emotionless voice: "Hello, Master Kel'thugad. My name is Tyrone Bloodseeker, and I have come with the kindness of Orc leader Orgrim Doomhammer in the hope that you will be our friend. In return, all your questions about necromancy can be answered. And I, a human corpse filled with the soul of an orc, is a powerful guarantee of this commitment. ”