After seeing off the guests, Baron Agamand returned to his study, then took a quill and dipped it in ink, ready to write a letter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Dear Lancaster,

My old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss it very much, how are you doing lately?

I have to say I have a presumptuous request! One of my very capable subordinates was injured a little while performing the task assigned to him, and it looked quite serious.

So could you please send a priest and help me look at his injuries, I swear he'll be well received!"

May the Light bless you!

Your friend, Agamande"

A very simple letter, after which Baron Agaman folded it and stuffed it into a small bucket at the feet of the pigeon.

"Go baby, go to Lordaeron Cathedral!" He patted the carrier pigeon lightly.

As if they understood what he was saying, the carrier pigeon flapped its wings and took off, and then disappeared into the night.

……

The manor seemed a little too quiet in the middle of the night, and there were loud cicadas in the air from time to time.

Abdul-Jabbar walked ahead, the mysterious mage followed him, and the black-tailed white cat on the mage's shoulder stretched lazily and looked tired.

Jabbar didn't speak along the way, because he was worried that his words would leak out, and then the mage was wary.

Fortunately, the mage didn't seem to have any desire to provoke a conversation, much to Jabbar's satisfaction.

Jabbar's right hand reached into his bosom and snuck his foot into a dagger hidden there.

His original weapon, the heavy battle axe, had now been lost in the Tirisfal glades, for it was a bit of a high elf to hold such a weapon!

However, among Griff's relics, he picked out a delicate dagger and hid it beside him. It was a very sharp dagger, and it looked like it was made by the dwarves!

Jabbar was sure that with the dagger's full force, he could completely render the mage ineffective in a matter of seconds.

It's been far enough, about three hundred yards from the castle, and now even if there is a scream, there will be no feeling on the castle side!

It's almost time.

Jabbar hid the dagger in his sleeve, then turned around, looked at the mage with a smile on his face, and said, "Sorry sir, I seem to have taken the wrong path, I should be over there......"

Before the words fell, between the lightning and flint, Jabbar suddenly sneered, and when he was only two yards away from the mage, he charged with arrows, and at the same time accurately stabbed the dagger already in his hand into the mage's heart!

"Efficient slashing!" He commented on himself with some smugness in his heart.

The stab was so accurate that he swore that the mage would lose his life before he could groan.

"Smack!" There was a somewhat crisp crashing sound, and the smile on Abdul-Jabbar's face came to an abrupt end.

He felt like his dagger was touching a hard stone.

"It can't be!" Abdul-Jabbar felt like he was dreaming

Even the most powerful mages can cause fluctuations in the surrounding air when casting spells. Jabbar wasn't a rookie, he was an experienced orc warrior, and at such a close distance, he felt that it was impossible for him not to feel the fluctuations before the spell was cast.

Jabbar's eyes widened to see how the mage was using defensive spells.

Then, the sight in front of him made Jabbar's face change, and he took two steps back with some fear.

The opponent really doesn't have any defensive spells on his body!

Because his dagger was stabbed directly into the opponent's bone.

The robes on the chest of the man in black had been torn open by Abdul-Jabbar's dagger, and the inside was empty. There was no blood, no flesh, nothing but bones.

"What kind of monster are you!" Abdul-Jabbar's voice was a little scared, even in the face of Blade Mountain's most powerful Goron, he had never been so scared.

"An orc, we're so lucky!" A mocking smile appeared on the monster's face, "Yes, Bigworth? ”

The white cat on the monster's shoulder let out a lazy meow.

"Originally, I wanted to turn that stupid baron into the subject of this experiment, but after seeing you, I suddenly changed my mind!" Every word of the monster made Abdul-Jabbar take a step back.

"Orcs, what a powerful creature, what a perfect test subject, it's just a pity......"

"I've been to the asylum before, and the orcs there are as disappointing as lazy pigs...... But you're different, and in you, I see killing, bloodlust, and strength...... I guess you'll be a good dog! ”

The monster waved the staff in his hand, and a dim light flashed, and the disguise on Jabbar's body disappeared, and he reverted to his orc form.

"Introduce myself, I'm the former Archmage of Kenrito, Kel'thugad, the current necromancer, and the future Lich Kel'thugad!"

"And this one, my best friend, Mr. Bigworth."

"As for you, be my slave, orc ......"

"Get out of here, monster!" A stone slammed into Kel'thugad's bones with a crisp sound.

After picking up a rock and throwing it at the necromancer, Jabbar jumped into the wheat field without hesitation, and then ran forward desperately.

He had been at Agamande Manor for 15 days, he was familiar with the terrain and he knew where to hide, so he still had a chance to escape.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, it was Ibi, the night watchman of the manor.

Jabbar was about to call for help when suddenly he was in the form of an orc.

However, Abby had already seen Abdul-Jabbar, and an eerie smile appeared on his face, exactly like the necromancer's face before!

Jabbar felt like he was suddenly unable to move, as if Ibi was channeling some strange spell to control him.

Ibi was just an ordinary retired veteran, how could he use such a strange spell?

"You can't escape my hands, orcs!" Kel'thugad's voice rang out from behind Jabbar. This was echoed by the lazy barking of a cat named 'Bigworth'.

Then, with a slight pain in his head, Abdul-Jabbar suddenly lost consciousness completely.

Kel'thugad walked over and lifted the stout orc up like a piglet.

Ibi humbly bowed his head to Kel'thugad, then knelt down on one knee: "Master, have you changed your plans?" ”

Kel'thugad nodded: "That's right, keep that baron for a few more days for the time being!" ”

"Yes, master!"

"Also, get me a new robe!" Kel'thugad glanced at his empty chest with some dissatisfaction, and said calmly.