A flock of mages riding landing birds hurried through the gloomy woodlands of the Wraith Lands.

"Hurry, hurry!" Carlin commanded the dozen or so High Elf mages behind him.

"Lord Carlin, we've been busy all day, and we're tired now......" muttered a mage behind him.

As Carlin glared at him coldly, he quickly shut his mouth again.

As the king prepares to take on the approaching horde army, Karin is given a new mission...... He was responsible for evacuating the scattered villagers of Queldore in the High Elf villages of the Wraithlands.

To be honest, this is not an easy task, and it is a bit abrupt to try to persuade the villagers to leave their homes without any possessions.

Even if he showed his blue robe and revealed his identity, he had to explain it for a while.

Fortunately, he is not alone, with these subordinates.

Most of these mages behind him are from the Sunfury family.

However, there are also a few who are not, but are sent to help him in the service of the royal court...... The mage who complained just now was one of them.

His name is Darkan Delahir.

The Drahir family is a very small family in Quel'Thalas, and Darkan himself is now only a five-ring mage...... Even if he was dissatisfied with Carlin, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Carlin sat on the back of the chocobo and looked at the map.

There are still two villages left, Jinwu Village and Fengxing Village...... Once the villagers were evacuated, their mission was accomplished.

But judging by the not-so-right tremors in the south and the faintly audible roars, Carlin guessed that the Horde's offensive had already begun, and that they had little time left.

Rolling his eyes, Carlin suddenly had an idea:

"Darkan, you take a few people to Fengxing Village, and I will take the rest to Jinwu Village, and we will evacuate those remaining villagers as soon as possible!" Carlin commanded in a loud voice.

"Yes, Lord Carlin......" Darkan muttered, then reversed the direction of the chocobo.

……

About ten minutes later, Carlin and his party arrived at their destination.

There weren't many villagers left in Jinwu Village, only about a few or forty high elves.

After revealing his identity and explaining his intentions, Carlin quickly gained their trust.

With the help of several other mages, the villagers were soon ready to leave......

Just as Carlin and his party were about to set off, a mage pointed to the guide and exclaimed, "Lord Carlin, look over there! ”

I saw a black smoke floating up into the sky, which was the direction where Fengxing Village was located.

Karin frowned, thought for a moment, and then ordered, "You take the villagers of Jinwu Village to leave first, and I'll go over and take a look......"

"Lord Carlin, how are you going to ......," the mage was halfway through his words when he saw a black raven soar into the air and fly south.

……

Crows swept across the sky.

Along the way, he could faintly hear the sound of war cries and fighting coming from the south...... It should be the attack of the tribe, which is a certain distance apart, but not too far.

Both Golden Mist Village and Windwalk Village are located in the northernmost part of the Wraithlands, close to the Yongge Forest, so they are safe for the time being...... However, based on Carlin's comparison of the strength of the tribe and the strength of the rangers, I am afraid that this safe time will not last long......

"Warning, host!" The voice of the All-Seeing Eye suddenly sounded in Carlin's head: "Some tribesmen have appeared in the southwest!" ”

"Southwest?" Carlin couldn't help but frown, that was the direction of Windwalk Village.

Due to the memories of his previous life, he knew that when the Horde invaded Quel'Thalas, the war had spread to Windwalk, and even the youngest brother of the Windranger family, Liras, had died at the hands of the Horde; So I deliberately sent Darkan over there, ready to trap him...... Could it be that this casual move can really succeed.

Carlin flies fast......

"Host, it has been judged that there are fifty-seven tribesmen in front of you, one of them is a spellcaster!" The All-Seeing Eye said again in Carlin's mind.

With only over fifty tribesmen, Carlin couldn't help but be a little disappointed...... Darkan is also a five-ring mage, and Windwalker Village can be regarded as the base camp of the Windranger family, and the garrison strength should be a little!

The crow flew to a tree and checked the battle in the village.

He saw Darkan Dharheel, the High Elf mage now in disgrace, and an orc warlock standing in front of him.

"The omniscient eye, can you judge the chances of survival on both sides?" Carlin asked softly.

"Darkan de la Heir, the odds of surviving the fight are less than 1.2%......"

"Such a low ......" Carlin was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the other side of the orc warlock, and there was a Cerberus standing in the eye.

In an instant, it was somewhat understood, for mages who had not been exposed to this kind of demon, it was undoubtedly the most terrible nightmare.

"Hey, goodbye!" The crow in the tree, thinking of the pale-faced elven mage, waved its wings.

……

Cerberus's claws pierced Darkan's chest, and its fangs slashed the elf's throat.

The elven mage let out a groan of pain, and a strong desire to survive welled up...... He didn't want to die, at least not like such an inexplicable death, he still had a lot of things to do, he still had a lot of desires to fulfill......

Suddenly, Darkan saw a black crow swoop down from the sky, turning into a familiar voice.

"Lord Carlin......" Darkan said in a hoarse voice, extremely weak.

The blue-robed mage drew a sword that glowed with silver light and stabbed it into the demon's chest...... In this moment, Darkan felt that the mage he had once hated was now his savior......

However, a second later, Cerberus's corpse slammed into Darkan, and Darkan, who had his last breath before he took his last breath, saw the Karin-Sunfury wink at him slightly.

……

The invaders of the tribe were quickly swept away, after all, there was a six-ring mage, or a six-ring mage who knew so much about orcs, was here.

The elven mages who followed Darkan to Fengxing Village hurriedly surrounded them.

"Lord Carlin, thanks to your arrival...... Otherwise, we and the villagers of Fengxing Village may all die at the hands of these monsters! A mage said gratefully.

"By the way, what about Mr. Dalkan?" Another mage asked.

"Hey!" Carlin couldn't help but sigh and pointed to the corpse on the ground, while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Mr. Darkan has been martyred......"

After a brief expression of mourning for the fallen "friends", Karin instructed several mages, the villagers of Windwalk, and the rangers, "It's too late to be sad, I think the follow-up troops of the tribe will soon arrive again, so you should retreat to the north!" ”

With that, he jumped into the air and turned into a black crow.