Tzeentch is known as the god of sophistry, and naturally he does not need to say much about magic, but he is also familiar with fate, history, and all kinds of intrigues.

It is rumored that Tzeentch is familiar with the changes and laws of the universe, that his plans span thousands of years, and that he even knows the ultimate fate of every distant star, and that the final fate of mortals can be manipulated at will like a puppet in his hands.

Julius is a nail planted by Tzeentch in Silvermoon City, so he is actually quite a strong spellcaster, but unlike Kael'thais, he harnesses magic more closely than a witch, and he must invoke magical energy through psionic energy.

Kael'thas is more of a materialist when it comes to magic, knowing not only what he can do with magic, but also why he can do it, and in the process understanding how magical energy is transformed to achieve the final result.

Julius, on the other hand, was a pure idealist, he didn't know how he did it, he only knew that when he thought he could do it, everything happened naturally, and if he succeeded, it was all thanks to St. Tzeentch's favor, and if he failed, it was entirely because he was not religious.

So, when Kael'thas tried to unleash a firestorm that swept through all the traitors present, Julius opened his arms and closed his eyes as if to welcome impending death: "I stand here, and St. Tzeentch will not let you hurt me in the slightest." ”

Then, the large magical mass that Kael'thas was brewing turned into a slightly warm breeze, and if Xu Yichen was to describe it in one exact word, he could only think of it - it was a hot fart.

In the shadow of Tzeentch's power, the idealists triumphed.

This is also why, in the memory of the Grey Knight's Grand Mentor, the super empire that confronted Chaos head-on was more often using tactics similar to the Cold Weapon Age in the Middle Ages to strike at Chaos.

The more complex things are, the more likely they are to have problems in the face of chaos, Kael'thas magic needs to condense hundreds of magic nodes, and complex energy transformation, and the chaos evil gods only need to gently change a little bit in these hundreds of steps to make them harmless and funny.

And Xu Yichen only needs to pick up the [War Calamity] and smash it at the enemy in front of him with its sharp serrations, even Tzeentch can't completely change the basic physical constants of this world, so that the Adamantite Blade is no longer sharp, and the weight of the [War Calamity] greatsword disappears.

To be honest, it was difficult to tell if a slender and tall creature like an elf had been slashed to death by a demon hunter after being attacked by a demon hunter, or if he had simply had his head smashed by the weight of the [War Scourge].

"Human! This is an internal problem for our elves! Kael'thas blushed, his hands dancing wildly in the air, ten magic rings in one palm, leaving complex magic patterns in the air, if it weren't for the elf's finger having one more knuckle than a human, he would never have been able to do such a thing.

With Kael'thas moving, dozens of one-meter-long sharp spears made of ice cubes appeared in the air, and the surrounding air became extremely dry due to the draining of water.

"I'm sorry, but this is a matter between this world and Chaos, and I'm in charge of dealing with it!" The heavy weapon of the demon hunter cut through a deadly arc, and an elven sword dancer with a metal helmet dodged the sweep of the [War Scourge] with amazing flexibility, only to be kicked by Xu Yichen's black foot and shattered his hip bone, and the whole person collapsed into a painful angle and fell to the ground.

Julius had been watching the Demon Hunters, and he wondered why the great St. Tzeentch had been keeping an eye on this human, who had grown up in Silvermoon City and had the impression that they were short-lived, weak, and insidious, and that they were nothing but numbers.

Claiming to be the most orthodox heir of the Elven Court, the elves of Silvermoon City have maintained prejudice and discrimination against humans for a thousand years, and it is foreseeable that if it is not destroyed this time, this prejudice and discrimination will continue.

Why would the great weaver of destiny focus on this creature that is fleeting in the long river of fate?

At Julius' behest, more elven transcendents joined the siege of the demon hunters.

Once again, Kael'thas's brewing magic failed under the deliberate interference of Julius, and the Ice Spear turned into non-lethal balls of water, no longer threatening anything other than turning a few elves into chickens.

"Lord Kael'thas, as you can see, my lord's power is everywhere and omnipotent, and you have always made it your responsibility for the well-being of the elves of Silvermoon City, why don't you consider becoming a follower of my lord?" Julius stood on the back of the Screamer and circled around the Elven Archon, weaving lies and conspiracies one lie after another, his hatred for Silvermoon City, his hatred for his own family was so deep that he could not find any other ending that he could accept except to destroy them completely.

Even if Kael'thas had been fooled by himself, Julius would not hesitate to sacrifice the city and its inhabitants to St. Tzeentch without hesitation.

"Dream! Julius, what you have done only proves that your father and I are not wrong, that you have always been a good-for-nothing piece of waste. Kael'thas continued to analyze the reasons for his magic failures, trying to find a way to break the game.

In the process, the elven archon had to wield his magic sword, clumsily parrying the playful attacks of his enemies.

A ranger on the Fallen's side, with just the force that Kael'thas could react, provoked the elven archon with arrows one by one, causing him to keep moving, jumping up and down like a monkey.

"It's useless, Lord Kael'thas, I won't be angered by such words, I've completed my revenge on my family." Julius pulled back his cloak and showed off his 'loot' like Kael'thas.

Two elven heads were transplanted on either side of Julius's waist, one of Nianus and the other of his wife, their mouths sealed with silk threads, but still alive, exuding an air of sorrow and despair, close at hand but never to be seen.

"You madman!" Kael'thas stumbled in his footsteps, and arrows that should have been flashed pierced through his unsuspecting palms.

This was Chaos, the first time that Kael'thas had such a deep understanding of the enemy he was facing, not from written information, not from other elves, but from what he saw and experienced firsthand.

"You're right, humans, this is the real enemy, no matter what purpose you come to, Silvermoon City will be an ally of demon hunters from now on." A tear crossed the corner of the elven archon's eye.