The madness of the voice was like a mental attack in Xia's brain, making her face pale and trembling with pain.

That's enough!!!!!

A deep, familiar voice rang out, silencing the previous voice.

You have the right to use it......

After he said a simple word, the previous croaking voice came out again.

Hehehehe...... And then...... You're mine!!

Thea abruptly pushed Anduin away.

By the time everyone thought she was too sad to lose her mind, Thea was already on her knees beside Varian and kissed him softly on the forehead.

Thea whispered incantations in a voice that almost no one could hear, too old to be known. She didn't know why, but she didn't care, as long as she could save Varian, she couldn't care about anything.

"...... In the name of the Sworn One, in the name of ...... The name of Alexstrasza, the queen of the Red Dragon......"

The air was suddenly filled with the scent of fragrant plants and flowers.

Druids, who were the most sensitive to nature, were the first to notice the change. Brower looked around incredulously and then at Xia, his brows furrowed and his lips trembled: "This is impossible, this ......"

There was no need for Brower to suspect anything, the plants around him swayed gently, as if they had gained vitality and released their own vitality as if they were too saturated to bear it, and Brower could even see the crystal light of those dense sources of life in the air.

"O flower of life! Bloom! ”

As the last note of the spell lingered, all the life essence poured wildly into Varian in Thea's arms.

The essence of life collides with each other. Stirring, the crystal light swelled again and again, and finally soared into the sky like a tornado.

"This ...... That's impossible!! "The purple-haired man with a cynical smile on the tower all the time was stupid. He stared at the pillar of crystalline light in a daze. There seems to be something dead in the body and soul that is breaking through the ground. Tears flowed unconsciously from his purple eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. He stared blankly like a log until an earth-shattering roar of anger woke him out of his stupor.

"Coming?" He wiped the tears from his face with his backhand, and the contemptuous smile returned to his face. It was as if his tears and weeping were just an illusion. "It's late!"

He looked back at the source of the sound—a huge black dragon flying to the edge of Stormwind.

Simon knew he couldn't resist the fate of the plane, but he did everything he could to get to Storm City, even revealing his true identity.

But. It's too late, he knows when he sees that pillar of life. After all, fate went in the direction he knew.

He's furious!

Not for the moment, but for the inability to change the trajectory of this plane that he could not change.

The chirping of the griffons in the sky brought his anger to a climax.

His eyes widened with rage, looking at the unbelievable weight of these things, and the city they were defending.

For such a city. For the kingdom of men. How many sacrifices she's going to have to sacrifice is enough!!

The pain and anger in his heart almost tore his chest apart.

The black dragon pounced on the griffin, roaring in rage and spitting out furious flames that poured down on the white walls of this beautiful city.

Pay the price!!

Oh my God, what's going on?

Across the church area, the crowd that heard the dragon's roar was in an uproar.

It's a dragon! Why are dragons in Stormwind?

Black Dragon?

People have not forgotten the glorious deeds of the former Black Dragon Princess in Stormwind City. When he saw the black dragon, he immediately thought of it.

Is it the revenge of the Black Dragon Legion?

Anxiety and panic spread like a plague through the crowd. The panicked people fled in all directions, screaming and trampling, and even the repeated calls of the archbishop did not restore calm to people.

"In that case, I'll add some ingredients too!!" The purple-haired man happily watched the scene below that had gotten out of control. With his backhand, he pulled the bell rope in his hand.

The heavy sound of the bell rings out of control, adding to the chaos of the out-of-control scene.

The king is dead......

King Varian Ureon and his prince are dead......

Gratuitously. Rumors were spreading in the crowd.

Is the king dead?

That's impossible?

Why is it impossible?

His people are under terror attack, and his people need his presence and his protection, and he has not appeared until this moment when he should have been here......

King Ureon will not abandon his people unless he dies!!

So, it's because he can't come anymore......

Because he is dead......

Isn't that bell the death knell of the king's death?

"Calm down! People of Stormwind! I, Archbishop Benedictas, beseech you once again - calm down!! Benedictas tried to calm the panicked and desperate people, but it was of little use.

"Why hasn't Varian come yet!" He turned his head and found a bright red figure in the crowd behind him. "Valera, go to the cemetery and see what's going on. Anduin should have gone to his father long ago. What happened, why didn't the two of them come? ”

Valera nodded, and the thief sprinted out of the archbishop's sight in a figure that was almost impossible to catch.

There was a panic all around, and no one even noticed the faint shadow smile on the archbishop's lips. He turned his head and continued to arrange.

"You! Go to the bell tower to see who rang the bell at this time! ”

"You! Go to the garden area and ask what's going on? ”

With all this done, the archbishop continued to turn around and loudly command the crowd trying to control the chaos.

"The people of Stormwind ......"

It's just that it all seems to be in vain, screams and cries come and go, and no one cares what he's talking about. Even in the confusion, no one noticed that the black dragon that suddenly appeared had disappeared as suddenly as he suddenly appeared.

Only the purple-haired man on the bell tower could clearly see that the black-robed Saimen was slowly walking through the chaotic city towards the cemetery. There was no expression on his pale, beautiful face, only an almost numb dead silence that seemed so out of place in the panicked crowd around him.

The purple-haired man laughed, and just as he was about to say something, his ears moved.

"Who is it? Who is on the bell tower!! ”

He smiled as he heard the shouts of the guards.

"Gee, I can't seem to stay in this good position. Has the master come to chase people? Hahaha!! ”

As he spoke, he fell backwards at will, and fell off the bell tower with the stunned expressions of the guards who were chasing upstairs. Purple beetle marks engulfed his figure in an instant. He disappeared alive in the eyes of the guards. (To be continued.) )