Suddenly, there was silence in the restaurant, and everyone put down the tableware and looked at each other, surprised and delighted. Just worried that the Cursed Sect was nowhere to be found, Baron Rivendell sent it to the door himself?

Oryx was confused, this wasn't like what a Lich King would do.

"Okay, I know, you go down first, I'll go to meet my father."

"Yes." Langton, the butler, closed the door, and the footsteps faded away, and soon turned to a hurry, as if he was trotting to meet his master.

After the old butler was fooled away, everyone in the restaurant began to communicate.

Jandis Barov used a probing spell, felt it carefully for a moment, and said to Ronin: "A total of thirteen spellcasters disguised as accompanying servants, all emitting faint necromantic energy fluctuations in their bodies - including Rivendell himself, it seems that he has indeed submitted to the evil being - but the strength is not strong, I am sure that I will subdue them all at the first time." ”

"You take this team to deal with those servants, remember to minimize the impact as much as possible, and don't alarm the civilians in the village outside......"

The two Dalaran bigwigs present quickly formulated a set of arrest plans.

As he spoke, through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room, he could already see the large horse-drawn carriage at the main entrance of the mansion. The accompanying "servants" were busy moving things from above, such as stoves and cooking utensils to warm their hands, as well as many novelties purchased along the way.

Baron Rivendell stood in front of the carriage, smiling and talking to the old butler Langton, as if he had heard about the visitors of Dalaran from the other party, and couldn't help frowning slightly and looked over.

The moment he saw Oryx standing by the window, the doubts on the face of the "big landowner" disappeared, and he quickly smiled, and waved at his son.

Oryx also squeezed out a smile, raised his hand and shook it, as if to signal that there are visitors here, or the kind with a high status, it is not good for people to go out to greet them, Dad, you better come back and meet people in the living room.

The father and son staggered their eyes, and their smiles disappeared. One was wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the Lich King's gourd, and the other was worried about why there were so many mages in the house. But Baron Rivendell seemed to have made some decision, and walked towards the mansion very calmly and alone.

It's really quite a bit of a lonely hero.

Oryx felt that something was not right, but Jandis Barov left the dining room with the team of battlemages, and they would walk around the mansion and wait for an opportunity to deal with necromantic spellcasters disguised as servants.

He had no choice but to go back to his room to get his war hammer, and followed Luo Ning and a few other Dalaran mages to the living room, watching them use magic to stun their own servants, and then quickly set up a few magic traps at the entrance, the professionalism of the technique was jaw-dropping, as if he often did it.

After all this was done, everyone sat down on the sofa and waited for this gentleman to enter the urn.

"It's disrespectful for a distinguished guest to come to the door."

Before I saw him, I heard his voice first, accompanied by footsteps, a voice came from the corridor into the living room, and after a while, I saw a tall middle-aged man with a hooked nose, who appeared outside the door, with a signature smile on his face, and followed by Langton, an old butler with a respectful demeanor.

"I heard that you're here to collect research data on a magical subject, so I wonder how I can help?"

With that, Oryx's cheap old man walked into the living room, but as soon as he entered the door, the magic trap was triggered, and the magic light flashed, and when the strong light dissipated, the baron was bound by the magic rope so tightly that even his mouth was blocked, and he was suspended at the door, looking at everyone in the living room in shock.

Langton, the old butler on the side, was so frightened that he almost turned his back on breath, and he was about to have a heart attack, so he sat on the ground and covered his violently undulating chest and poured that breath. So just as Ronin walked towards Baron Rivendell, several mages hurried over to help him rub his chest and beat his back.

The old man pointed to his pocket, and the others hurriedly took out a small bottle, poured out a few small pills like a fast-acting heart-saving pill and fed them, and the old man's complexion returned to ruddy.

"Baron Rivendell, you have been accused of treason, crimes against humanity...... This is your arrest warrant, and you will be taken to Dalaran for interrogation, where we will use a range of methods including but not limited to imprisonment, memory search, hypnosis, and trace-to-origin magic to help you confess your crimes. ”

Ronin took out a piece of parchment, and in the lower right corner there was the autograph of Antonidas, the leader of Dalaran, which was obviously prepared a long time ago.

"Uh......h Mutter! ”

Baron Rivendell struggled violently, but how could manpower break free from the magic rope, he was not the Death Knight Lord who commanded the army of hundreds of thousands of undead in Stratholme in the later generations, although his current strength was not weak, but this magic trap was personally arranged by Luo Ning, who had already set foot in the legendary realm. Don't say it's him, don't even think about running when a stronger one comes.

Oryx was a little confused, he thought that at least a scuffle would have to be staged, and a fierce fight would be necessary to capture Baron Rivendell, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

Did you really overestimate the Lich King?

"You can keep silent...... "Luo Ning put away the arrest warrant and gestured to the mages behind him, "but it won't be useful." ”

Just as several battle mages stepped forward to try to change Baron Rivendell's confinement spell that was more suitable for teleportation, the latter suddenly trembled violently, his eyes were covered in cold sweat, his eyes were splitting, and his veins were bulging, apparently suffering immensely. After a while, his head tilted and he lost his breath.

Everyone was stunned.

He's dead?

But in the next second, the temperature in the room began to drop sharply, the vases were frozen and exploded, and the breath exhaled from everyone's mouths turned into white horses, and Baron Rivendell's exposed skin quickly lost its blood color, shriveled and withered, as if it had been reduced to a dried corpse in an instant.

In the midst of everyone's incredulous gaze, he looked up at Oryx on the couch. His eyes were not black, but white, and he did not see the panic when he was arrested, as if he had expected all this.

He was laughing.

Laugh contemptuously.

"Not good!" The well-informed Luo Ning was shocked, realizing that this was probably some kind of strange spell, and he was about to take action immediately.

But when the burst fell on Oryx's ears, he became inaudible, for he fell into a state of stupor when he was looked at by the white eyes that had no eyes.

There was a gray mist rising in his field of vision, and he felt as if someone had come and shook him, and slapped himself a few times, but he didn't feel any pain; Luo Ning also came over, whispering something in his ear, the application was extremely anxious, and finally Brigitte also came, with tears in her eyes, not to mention, it was really beautiful with the little freckles on her face.

The scenery passed away, as if the soul was being pulled to an unknown realm by something. Only those cold eyes that seemed to have insight into everything and did not have a trace of emotion were left in his thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a field of ice and snow.

It was an extremely high platform on the top of the mountain, and when the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but shiver, and the trembling from his soul told him that there was something terrible behind him......

staring intently at himself.