Marcus and Reginald didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes watching them, and what these eyes concealed under the dim and cloudy performance was endless wisdom, that is, wisdom that could only be possessed after having unimaginable life experience and countless major events.

"If you want to see it, you can see it in the open, and voyeurism is not a good habit." Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, "I said that you are also a lot old, how can you still have such a hobby." ”

Turning around, I was greeted by a man in a black robe, with a playful expression on his face, and a strange black robe with wide robes and large sleeves, which felt like he had caught the cat that the mouse was about to tease.

Seeing that the other party turned around, the black-robed man flicked his sleeves, and the wide cuffs flashed with a faint magical light. Casting a spatial enchantment, temporarily separating the small space where the two of them were located from the entire Azeroth without letting the people around him feel anything unusual, the black-robed man's use of spatial power was terrifying.

"I used to hear Egwen say that the Council of Tirisfa, as a hidden force that has been passed down for thousands of years, is immeasurably powerful, and is known as the first in human magic, and even Violet Castle is far from being able to compete with it. At first, I didn't believe it, thinking it was just an exaggeration, but now I do. ”

The black-robed man bowed: "Despicable Karazan Lord Neras Elam, I don't know which councilor is in front of you?" If you have a noble status and become a grave keeper in the small Raven Ridge, does it mean that there are some unknown secrets hidden here, or do you have a special hobby, such as masochism? ”

The black-robed man is Ainan, and Marcus and Reginad are his men, and Marcus and Reginad are in a very dangerous situation before the Terrans know that the dark gate in the depths of the dark swamp has been opened, and the orcs are invading Azeroth. If the two of them are not withdrawn from the front line in time, they will have to worry about their lives, and Ainan will never allow this kind of thing to happen.

He secretly followed the convoy of the two of them all the way, and he didn't let go until they entered the big rear of Raven Ridge.

When he arrived here, Ainan was about to leave, but the seemingly dying-humming figure on Crow Ridge caught his attention.

If it were someone else, Ainan might have ignored the past, who gave the grave keeper a unique aura that he was familiar with - it was the breath that did not belong to the living, but to the undead.

As the creator of Frost Sorrow, the breath of the undead could not escape Ainan's perception no matter how well it was hidden.

An undead appeared in Raven Ridge, and Ainam couldn't ignore it, because this undead was neither a member of Kel'thugad, nor a member of his Karazan, nor was it born of Frost's Grief.

Its appearance is significant—there are other undead in Azeroth.

With his knowledge of the undead, Ainan judged the strength of the grave keeper - his strength was no worse than that of Egwen, who had first met him in Stormwind, not only not bad, but much stronger.

Moreover, this is not the whole strength of the grave keeper.

This guy hides so deeply.

It's just that Ainan can't judge the identity of the grave keeper, the world of Azeroth is so big, it's normal for one or two hermits to appear, even if the other party has a quirk of being with the grave. It's a pity that the secret note on the man's collar betrayed him, and it just so happened that the secret note of Ainam's other organization didn't know, and it was the door of the Tirisfa Council. Who made Egwene the modern-day guardian that the Council of Tirisfa had worked so hard to cultivate.

It was strange how a member of the Tirisfa Council had come to Raven Ridge to serve as a grave keeper, especially when he saw them secretly observing Marcus and Reginald, and he knew he had to do something. At the very least, the purpose of the grave keeper must be clarified, otherwise Ainan will not be at ease.

The grave keeper didn't rush to speak, but looked at Ainan from head to toe with those cloudy eyes, and then nodded: "The person that Egwen's little girl likes is not bad. ”

I can't find a second one for all of Azeroth like me.

Ainan raised an eyebrow, he didn't think much of what the other party meant. Ainan didn't believe that the other party couldn't see his strength, and he didn't think that he had already stepped into the realm of gods with half a foot beyond the realm of magic masters, which was definitely not something ordinary people could do.

Ainan sighed and said, "It seems that your status in the Council of Tirisfa is not low. ”

"Don't test me, my old man hasn't experienced anything, no one has seen it, I can see through it at a glance with your little care."

The grave keeper's attitude towards Ainan was really not very good, his eyes were cloudy enough to make out the balls, and he did not have the slightest attitude towards a demigod mage.

Ainan squinted, the grave keeper treated himself with this attitude, he was either a fool, or an old man with a faint eye, or he had enough confidence, and Ainan preferred the latter of the three.

The undead who can fight the demigods, the Council of Tirisfa is not an easy organization, and what Egwene knows may only be the tip of the iceberg.

Ainan had a hunch that what he wanted to do would be twice as effective if he could get the support of the Council of Tirisfar, and that if the other party became an enemy, he would be the most terrifying one.

An organization that is so old that it may be that the humans of Azeroth have appeared since the time of Soladin the Great, a magical council that can be secretly supported by the High Elves of the Sun-Seeking Court, and with the development of human civilization, it has long extended its tentacles to every corner of human society, even the Kingdom of Stormwind, a country far away from other human kingdoms.

Just imagine how terrible it would be for such an organization to become an enemy. You never know if the people you're using are members of the Council of Tirisfa, and even those members themselves don't know who they're working for, they're just doing what they've been doing for generations, following orders from people who don't even know who they are.

Thinking of this, Ainan said solemnly, "I think we need to talk. ”

Grave Keeper: "Yes, yes, I want to know what you did for the purpose of building that portal in the Dark Swamp." Those orcs have demonic breath on them, they are most likely lackeys of the Burning Legion, are you trying to destroy Azeroth? ”

I see.

Ainan suddenly, no wonder the grave keeper's attitude towards him is not very good, and the grave keeper knows what he does.

It's just that, since the grave keeper knew, why didn't he take action?

Ainan's mind was racing with thoughts, and he said, "It's rude that I don't know your name after talking for so long." ”

Are you rude or am I rude, blaming me for not telling you my name?

The grave keeper glanced at Ainan, who, as he said, could not hide his thoughts.

"You can call me Melip."

Melip?

I think I've heard this name somewhere.