Orondo walks in Karazan.

It had been two nights and one day since he and Egwen had come to Karazhan, and it was now the second day.

At this time yesterday, he was opening a big red envelope given by Egwen.

Now, after a night of recuperation, he is walking in a place that Karazan Egwen considers relatively safe, with four epic weapons that have "survived".

Last night, Orondo was physically and mentally exhausted. Egwen was also unwell and badly injured.

Both sides let each other go and had a good night's rest. Recharge your batteries, and agree to continue discussing the depths of the arcane tonight.

Egwen slept in his room.

When he woke up and saw four weapons flying around like pets, Orondo couldn't suppress his curiosity and left the bedroom with them.

Egwen admonished: "Don't go too far. Do not enter the spatial rift. ”

As long as you are still in Karazan and don't mess into the spatial cracks, safety is still no problem.

Orondo nodded.

"Endowment" cannot be 100% successful. The probability of success fluctuates depending on the quality and physiognomy of the enchanted item, and even the psychological fluctuations of Orondo at that time, the tidal fluctuations of the world's arcane energy, and so on.

Of the seven epic weapons of the highest quality, only four survived and were successfully enchanted: Guardian of the King, Chill of Hunger, Red Dragon Rune Sword, and Titan Praetorian Guard.

He felt that he was more handsome, and it was a great flatter for him to be the first beautiful boy in Azeroth, and the claw of Azhara failed, the sword body was broken, and the magic aura disappeared, and even the best dwarven craftsmen would be helpless when they met him.

Fortunately, the Red Dragon Rune Sword among the four weapons that successfully survived was also a handsome one-handed sword, which barely had a sense of substitution for him, the first beautiful boy in Azeroth.

At this moment, four weapons floated in his arcane power field, chasing him up and down like a living being.

They do have life, too.

Although it is still very small, it is about the same as an ordinary insect. But they are very tough, and the weapons themselves are not completely destroyed, they can remain indestructible.

Walking down the quiet corridors of Karazan, Orondo is wary that this place is not peaceful.

Elunis whispered, "There are two forks in this corridor. One evening, head to the Opera House. One goes down to one of the parlors. ”

"The opera house? Does the mentor have a hobby of watching demons perform operas? Orondo asked curiously.

Elunis whispered, "No, it's the former owner here. The Fallen Titan's forged weapon wield, who loved to watch the souls tormented by her, wail and curse her on stage. ”

Orondo: (???? _?? `)

Those who play with the soul are perverts.

Suddenly, the Eye of Truth popped out.

[Detection: The space in front is unstable, and there is an evil breath leaking]

[Suggestion: Users should be on alert]

【……】

In fact, you don't need to be reminded by the eye of truth to find out. Because Orondo was visible to the naked eye, the air in front of the corridor twisted, and evil green energy filled like mist.

Orondo waved his hand.

The four up-and-down flying weapons were like soldiers receiving orders, and in a breath they all gathered behind him.

Orondo grabbed the most pleasing Red Dragon Rune Sword with his hand, and the remaining three weapons blocked him in the other three directions.

Ahead, a demon emerged from the spatial rift. As soon as the demon came out, he saw Orondo, who was holding the Red Dragon Rune Sword and had three other weapons floating beside him.

Seeing Orondo, the demon of Sartre named Trestan Evil Hoof was visibly stunned for a moment.

It's really stunned, not pretended.

Any demon walks in his living room, hungry and wants to grab a demon imp to eat. As soon as he took a step, before he could react, he left the Twisted Void and came to a strange place, where he saw a strange mortal staring at him with a bunch of weapons.

In this case, any demon will be stunned.

Karazan is dangerous to the mortals of Azeroth, as there are spatial rifts everywhere, and it is easy to bump into demons, evil creatures, and other messy things.

But Karazan is not so safe for demons and evil creatures...... Because they are in the warped void or the endless darkness, sometimes they can sleep and be unlucky enough to be pulled into Karazan.

Come on, come on, Karazhan is full of rifts. Don't die, just walk around a few laps and find your way back, a little farther at most, and take a little more time.

As long as you don't be unlucky enough to run into the Guardian, there is basically no life safety, and sometimes you will pick up something good or something.

That's how Trestan Evil Hoof is, he wants to go out and catch a demon imp to eat, and before he can get out of his lair, he arrives at Karazan.

Can't go back!

The spatial rift behind him is closed! If it wants to go back, it can only continue to wander around Karazan to find the next spatial rift that will appear at any time.

If you're lucky, maybe the next spatial rift can be opened in its lair, and you can go back to lying down after taking two steps.

Bad luck......

Bad luck, like now.

Staring at the mortal in front of him, Trastan Evilhoof had a lot of thoughts: Human? Genie? Mortals of Azeroth? I'm in Karazan?!

Sargeras and Savis on ......

Hope you don't run into the Guardians!

After confirming his situation, Trestan Evil Hoof looked around vigilantly, and was relieved that he did not see the Guardian who had scared the lower echelons of the Legion to death.

"Mortal! Get down on your knees, I can give ......" Trastan Evilhoof spoke, speaking standard Ereda, the universal language of demons.

This demonic language is said to have been transformed by Sargeras with his supreme power to make it understandable to any intelligent creature in the Infinite Darkness.

This allows the demons to come without having to bring their own interpreters, and others can understand what they say wherever they go.

It's just that before it could finish speaking Ereda's fluent language, the Azeroth mortal on the other side was already excitedly walking towards him with his sword raised.

"Kill yourself!"

It means so.

It's Ereda anyway.

Trastein thought disdainfully: With a melee weapon, you look like a warrior, not a spellcaster, and watch me summon my army of demonic imps to drown...... Hey? What about people????

A blink of an eye.

In the sight of Trestan Evil Hoof, Orondo's figure was lost, and only some microspace and arcane power remained in place.

Oh, and three epic weapons that rush towards the Terestan Evil Hoof.

The next moment.

There's a sharp pain in the back of Trastan Evil Hoof, and it can't believe that a sharp sword pierces through its chest, and the green blood contaminated by evil energy drip down the tip of the sword.

Stealth + Flash + Righteous Backstab! That's how the Spellbreaker fights!