The fish bites.

Ainan smiled like a fox stealing a chicken, and from the burning eyes of Gul'dan to the Book of Medivan in Khadgar's arms, he understood that the orc warlock couldn't wait for the book, and he believed that Gul'dan would not hesitate to bite down on the bait he had spilled.

Ignored when he opened the Dark Gate, beaten to the point of being severely injured and unconscious in his first attack on Stormwind, and waking up to find that the Shadow Council he had founded had been destroyed by Orgrimmar but unable to take revenge immediately, all of this made Gul'dan's thirst for power urgent. In this state of mind, a book of Medivan sealed with endless magic power was placed in front of Gul'dan, what could he refuse?

Even if Gul'dan suspected that there was some kind of conspiracy involved, he could not help but swallow the poisonous bait.

No matter what happens in the future, at least getting the Book of Medivan can give you a glimpse into the secrets of Medivan's power, and Gul'dan will not give up no matter what.

As a result of Gul'dan's personal involvement, the battle intensified, and Stormwind was transformed into a meat grinder, and countless human and orc lives were lost to its ownership.

Judging by the current situation, the outcome of this war between humans and orcs will be known in three days. Will the Stormwind Kingdom be destroyed, or will the orcs return again.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

Ainan shrugged.

No matter how fierce the offensive and defensive battles of Stormwind City were, no matter how heavy the casualties of humans and orcs were, he couldn't arouse the slightest interest, and for Ainan who held the authority of the underworld, all of the above was meaningless.

No matter how much you die, send your soul into reincarnation, and you will be a good man again after eighteen years.

As long as humanity is not completely wiped out in an instant, Ainan believes that the final result of having his own seat in the underworld will not make a difference.

The wait was long and boring, and if it weren't for the fact that the plan was going on at a critical moment, and Ainan would have had to keep an eye on it all the time in case something unexpected happened, he would have gone to help Egwene hunt down the remnants of the Council of Tirisfar.

The thousand-year-old Council of Tirisfa sounds very good, and its combat effectiveness is indeed good, but it also depends on who their opponent is. Corrupted by secular power, the whole parliament has become a rotten instrument for the transfer of interests, and the parliamentarians who are bent on power have lost their reverence for power, which dooms them to failure.

Azeroth is not an earth with little difference in individual combat power, the high-end forces here can easily become thousands, and a demigod mage like Egwene who can invoke the power of the law is a terrifying existence that destroys the country by himself. Accustomed to a luxurious life of drunken dreams and death, and tired of hard practice, the parliamentarians did not realize until the time of the confrontation that all the original positions of power were so ridiculous and vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

"In the world of gods, power is the foundation of everything, if you forget this......" Ainan squeezed it lightly, and the wine glass in his hand exploded with a squeeze, shattering into countless pieces, and before these pieces landed, they disappeared without a trace like thin ice exposed to the scorching sun, "This is their only fate." ”

Ashes.

The members of the Council of Tirisfa were killed by Egwene, and the remaining core members were hunted down by the female mage, and Egwen's desperate approach caused countless members of the Council to find a way to break away from the dying organization.

The core members of the council also asked their backer Silvermoon City for help, but the news they sent out was like a mud cow into the sea, and the High Elves did not react at all. Some of them went to Dalaran to see Crassus, only to be told that the spokesman of the Red Dragon, who had been installed among the humans, had gone out and could not even see Crassus' face. The members of the council were so angry that they were kicked out by Dalaran.

"The High Elves and the Red Dragons are at odds with Karazan, who has two demigod mages, for a dog? You are so unconscious as a dog, you are a failure. ”

An organization that had been inherited for thousands of years was destroyed, and Ainan did not regret it in the slightest. Since the members of the Tirisfa Council had chosen to be dogs, helping their perceived owners to bite their own kind, they had to be prepared to be beaten to death with a stick and abandoned by their owners at any time. If he doesn't even have this awareness, this dog is also incompetent.

Decent people don't do it, they want to be dogs, and Ainan is also hehe.

When the Council of Tirispha was destroyed, Dalaran took his place as the most powerful magical force in humanity. Dalaran is a much better emerging magical force than the Tyrisfa Council, which is rotten, but it still has problems that Ainam can't tolerate.

Dalaran has a seven-member parliamentary system, and seven members of the council decide everything in Dalaran, and among these seven councilors, the High Elves blatantly occupy one seat, and he is the High Elves prince Kael'thas. In addition, the red dragon Clay Ostraz who transformed into a human also took a seat in the pseudonym Crassus. With two of the seven members of the Council directly occupied by foreigners, and with the addition of foreign-leaning councillors, who can say whether Dalaran represents the interests of humanity or is another Council of Tirisfa.

There are a lot of people in Azeroth, especially among the upper echelons of the human race.

"Dalaran ......"

Ainan put a cross in the name.

The human race is already weak, and some people don't know how to unite, but instead help foreigners deal with their own kindred, and this table must be lifted. Instead of bothering to fight with those guys, it's better to tear everything down and rebuild, anyway, you have the strength.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, with Orgrimmar pressing the formation, Gul'dan personally going into battle, and a group of clan leaders such as Grom taking the lead in the charge, Anduin was invincible with two fists and four hands, and after all, he failed to protect Stormwind City. As more and more orcs attacked the walls, Anduin knew that the city was completely undefensible. He ordered his troops to retreat to the harbor, and at the same time he personally reared the temple, Khadgar followed him, occasionally using magic to support.

After two days of fierce fighting, Khadgar's image has changed a lot, his hair has turned gray, and a young mage's face can become old, and there is only one reason - he has overdrawn his mana so much that he has damaged his body.

The Book of Medivan is a good treasure, it can give people strength far beyond their own strength, but if the strength does not reach a sufficient height, the consequences of using it are very serious.

There is a price to be paid for using powers that are not your own, and Khadgar is one.

Anduin cut off the head of an orc soldier with a sword, raised his foot and kicked the headless corpse of the orc soldier at the enemy, blocking the other party, seeing that the city was almost stained with green, he grabbed Khadgar and pulled the other party and ran: "Go quickly, if you don't go again, you can't leave." ”

Khadgar was staggered, and in terms of strength alone, Khadgar and Anduin were not on the same level at all, so they had to go with Anduin.

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst out from among the orcs, rushing behind Khadgar like the wind, and the sharp dagger flashed with cold light and stabbed straight into Khadgar's vest.

Orc Assassins!

It's so fast!

The other party's speed was too fast, and it was so sudden that Khadgar was bullied by the other party before he even had time to cast his magic, and he was driven by his survival instinct to pick up the tome in his arms and smash it into the other's head, trying to make a final resistance. As long as he can block the opponent's first blow, Anduin's rescue can arrive.

The dagger stabbed in the back of the heart turned, and the tip of the blade was picked at the book, a premeditated blow that successfully picked the Book of Medivan away.

"Oh...... No! ”

Khadgar's face changed, and he shouted that he was deceived, the other party didn't want to kill him in the first place, and the real target was the Book of Medivan in his hand.

An orc warlock appeared at the drop of the Book of Medivan, and he smiled at the terrified Khadgar, and reached out to grasp the Book of Medivan firmly, this orc warlock was none other than Gul'dan.