Merry. Winterwind, a beneficiary of the High Elves and Soladin the Great's magical aid program when they teamed up to fight trolls, is a magic trainee who has been practicing for two hundred years, and his hobbies are arcane, enchantment, and tailoring.

The earliest human mage, Merry in the human period. Winter Wind may not be the strongest, at least Alodi's talent and demeanor cover up Merry. Winter Wind's talent, his light is only the earliest two words.

One of the first top 100 human mages.

Well, the total number of apprentices was only promised to be taught.

The earliest member of the Council of Tirisfa.

Yes, those top 100 mages are dying of old age, and there are only a few left.

The first human undead.

This is not perfunctory, there are more undead on the side of the Night Elves, but on the side of the mortal race humans, Merry. Winter Wind is really the first one.

In the magical world of Azeroth, humans without magic can't even transform the undead. Winter Wind's mundane path also ended with the end of his human life.

The more you study the arcane magic Merry. The more the winter wind discovers that there is a limit to the human body.

So Alodi, I'm not a man!

When Merry. Winter Wind became stronger after using psychic rituals to transform his withered and decaying body into an undead creature.

Even before the destruction of the Tyrisphal Council, there was a private rumor circulating———— Egwen. The reason why Medina is willing to hand over the power of the Guardian is because of Merry. Winter Wind is still "alive" and Allody is "not dead".

Although the authenticity is doubtful, a necromancer who has practiced for thousands of years must not be underestimated.

So Carlos didn't hesitate to go straight down town.

Although the lower town is large, there are not too many tailor shops.

The road under your feet?

The road is in the mouth, asking.

As for the Cursed Sect's encirclement and interception, Carlos didn't care very much.

The fact that there are so many dead soldiers of the Cursed Sect hidden in the royal city of Lordaeron seems to show the seriousness of the problem.

But for some reason, Carlos felt that it seemed to be a matter of course that there were so many dead soldiers of the Cursed Sect hidden in the royal city of Lordaeron.

Although it was annoying, he basically kept his mind at peace.

Because he is so easy to tell, all strangers who take the initiative to approach him are enemies.

At dawn, the morning light glimmered, and the entire city of Lordaeron came alive in anticipation of the return of His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace.

A few days ago, a lot of preparations were already underway, and today, it just takes a lot of people from the background to line up outside the city and cheer in the middle of the road.

Ten silver coins a day, this trade is really eager to have every day.

So in the lower part of the city, ask the location of the old blind man's tailor's shop, and one silver coin is more than enough.

The corners of the streets, the knives and arrows, the cursed poisons, and the cursed cultists are full of tricks, but they don't understand that the more they use the power of shadow, the more they can't hurt Carlos.

In Carlos's light-filled vision, the trail of the shadows could not be hidden.

However, that's the terrible thing about the Lich King.

Soon, an innocent young boy ran towards Carlos with a bomb that lit the fuse, and a "good Samaritan" gave him a copper coin and asked for the "fireworks" to be given to Carlos first.

"Uncle, give."

The child smiled happily.

"Thank you."

Carlos suppressed his anger.

Physical Bomb Disposal - Crushing.

Carlos used his tall body to block the child tightly, placing the bomb behind him and crushing it with one hand, reducing the damage of the explosion.

The terrible murder weapon that could have turned the three-story wooden house into powder ended up leaving a jet-black mark on Carlos's coat.

Patting the child who was slumped on the ground by the loud noise, Carlos walked away quickly.

Only by staying away from these innocent citizens is the best protection for them.

As for Merry. Winter Wind ......

It doesn't seem to need human protection.

In this way, Carlos no longer deliberately kills and injures the Cursed cultists, but uses his extreme mobility to break out of the encirclement.

While the Lich King is always one step ahead of Carlos' movements, the Cultists of the Damned don't have the same mobility as Carlos.

What is the point of being a hostage?

Of course, it is to bind the people who care with morality and emotion.

I don't listen to your, how can you threaten me!

When Carlos took the initiative to break through the wall and take a shortcut, it was difficult for the Cursed Cultists to do so.

In this way, Carlos finally arrived at the old blind man's tailor's shop.

"Your Majesty Carlos, just tie your hands, if you don't want this innocent old man...... Uh-huh! ”

Before the man in black with the mask could finish speaking, his neck was broken by the old blind man he was holding hostage.

"Merry. Winter wind? ”

Carlos asked, confused.

After all, the old man in front of him, who was ruddy and breathing, didn't look like an undead spirit.

"I mean, whoever is so bored would come and hold an old blind man hostage, it turns out that the generalissimo of the alliance is in trouble, do it, little friend."

The old man, who had been rolling his eyes and pretending to be blind, moved his eyeballs, revealing his dim pupils, and took out a pair of glasses from the sewing basket and brought them to himself, looking like an old god was there.

"Modra didn't explain it to you?"

"No, she just lit the emergency contact beacon to inform me that something was going on. Say, young majesty, is there anything you need my old bones to help you with? ”

"Help me disappear from the Lich King's eyes."

"What?"

Before Carlos returned, Neozu made a global broadcast, and all the powerful mages heard its call, so Carlos didn't think there was a need to ask Merry. Winterwind explains who the Lich King is.

"If you don't want Lordaeron to become a dead city, you'd better act quickly."

After Carlos said this, he and Merry Dongfeng focused their attention in one direction at the same time.

Moments later, the fire swept through the neighborhood.

It's an alchemy bomb.

"Your Majesty Carlos, my century-old shop......"

"Merry. Lord Winterwind, the value of that gem you just used could buy a hundred old blind man's shopfronts. ”

"Cultural values are different."

About 3,000 kilometers away at the top of the bell tower, you can feel the high-energy reaction of Merry. Winter Wind teleported Carlos to him with precision, and this powerful teleportation spell made Carlos no longer doubt his identity.

As for the Lich King's peeping problem, it doesn't exist anymore.

Whether it's soul spells or arcane veiling, it's just the words of him and Carlos, Merry. Winter winds can shelter you.

This is the confidence of a great magician who has been alone for thousands of years.

Strong, not explained.

"Are you sure the Lich King can't track me anymore?"

Carlos asked again, hoping for an affirmative answer.

"I'm sure, it's just a soul wave scan, and those little ones who turn into elemental spells may have a headache, but our batch of old bones are no strangers, and demons often use tricks. Don't worry, as long as you're within ten meters of me, that ice cube monster won't be able to see you. ”

Merry. Winter Wind shook his head and finished speaking, and suddenly laughed to himself.

"Haha, it's also an old blind man."

"You're so funny."

Carlos said it, but what he thought in his heart was that the old thing laughed strangely.

"Okay, I've laughed enough, what did you just say about Lordaeron turning into a dead city?"

Merry. Winter Wind asked seriously.

Carlos looked up at the rising sun and breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's still time, you can take me to meet someone."

"Who? [Net]"

"Charity lady Farina."

"I don't know."

Carlos was replaced by Merry. The winter wind forgot to breathe for a while.

"Ten meters, ten meters."

"Oh oh oh oh, that's what it means, hey, I've been dead for too long, and my brain is not good."