The Book of Medivan was spread out, and the magical energy glowed on the pages, like a miniature rainbow, which was very beautiful.

Gul'dan's lips fluttered at a very high frequency, and a series of orc words of unknown meaning came from his mouth like bullets from a machine gun, so fast that the listener did not even have time to tell the difference.

With Gul'dan's incantation, the magical energy of the Book of Medivan slowly spread around. The diffusion of magical energy drove the layers of halos, and they also expanded outward. By the time the magical energy of Medivan's book spread throughout the altar a quarter of an hour later, the miniature version of the rainbow had become large enough that it was as if the rainbow that should have hung in the sky had fallen to the ground.

The power of the Book of Medivan was so powerful that it was enough to trigger a tide of magic that Gul'dan was so distracted that he was distracted despite the incantations requiring his full attention.

It would be nice for me to have such power in my hands.

A lust called greed churned in Gul'dan's heart, almost causing him to recite the wrong incantation, but fortunately he woke up in time, otherwise the fun would have been great.

Gul'dan told himself that he must be steady, he must be steady, he is not far from gaining that kind of strength, and he must not fall in front of the door of success.

Gathering his mind, Guldan's incantation was pronounced faster, and at this time, the energy of the Book of Medivan no longer spread, it lit up the magic patterns on the altar, activated the magic circles composed of magic patterns, and countless small magic circles were connected into larger magic circles, and finally these magic circles were combined into a large summoning array that spread throughout the altar.

The moment all the circles on the altar were activated, Gul'dan jumped to the edge of the altar with a few brushes as if he had a spring under his feet, and then rolled and crawled down.

The moment Gul'dan jumped away, the altar was still calm, and when Guldan's feet landed on the ground under the altar, a storm of energy swept through the entire altar in a ten-thousandth of a second, centered on the Book of Medivan in the center of the altar.

The altar that the orcs used to build for years occupied one-third of the area of the original Stormwind City, and a one-third of a royal city was not small, and the energy storm that blew up could occupy the entire altar in a ten-thousandth of a second, and the suddenness, speed, and ferocity of its outbreak were really eye-popping.

The moment the energy storm blew up, the space near the altar was filled with countless ripples like water waves, which were a precursor to the overwhelming of Azeroth's spatial barrier when it was under immense pressure.

Seeing this, Gul'dan did not dare to delay, and ran with his legs open and ran towards the distance as if fleeing for his life.

Seriously speaking, Gul'dan is really on the run, the power of the Book of Medivan is too strong, and the altar uses it as a source of energy to summon the polluter Akmund, who is also a powerful existence that has made countless races look at it, and it will not take much time for the two sides to break through the world barriers of Azeroth. In particular, the monstrous resentment of the slaughtered human laborers at the site of this summoning was transformed by the summoning circle of the altar and became a helping force to break the barriers of the world, which further exacerbated this process.

Gul'dan dared to vouch for his own head, and in a few seconds, the spatial barrier near this altar would be torn apart by the furious energy. The space cracks, not to mention the splashing of space debris, the space rift will also appear, and if you don't run far enough at that time, you will end up with no bones.

As a legal professional, it is difficult for Gul'dan to run for his life, and if he can, he also wants to use spells to escape, but the space around him is too disordered, and Gul'dan does not dare to cast spells at the risk of causing a riot of magical energy.

The ripples of space rippled layer by layer, and when their fluctuations reached their peak, all the ripples suddenly stopped as if they had been immobilized, and then only a crisp sound of breaking could be heard, and a black void appeared directly above the Book of Medivan.

Azeroth's spatial barrier failed to hold up, and it was broken.

The appearance of the black void detonated the already uncontrollable magical energy, they cheered, jumped, and rushed to the black void, and used it as the center point to push the surrounding spatial barriers to crack and shatter.

Here it comes!

Here it comes!

Gul'dan ran faster, unable to catch up with even a mad dog behind him, and fled with an unreachable speed.

A blue palm the size of a city gate stretched out from the broken space, and it grabbed the unbroken spatial barrier and pulled it hard.

Shhh

The unbreakable space barrier is like a fragile piece of paper in front of the owner of this big hand, and it is a large piece when it is torn. But in the blink of an eye, the black space expanded to the entire altar.

At this point, the owner of the big blue hand no longer moved—without the energy storm set off by the Book of Medivan destroying it from within, the owner of the big blue hand really didn't have the ability to destroy the spatial barrier of the world of Azeroth.

A large skull protruded from the black hollow, followed by the body and legs.

When his whole body came, the huge figure was suffocating.

Stormwind City was originally built on the mountain, and the mountain used as a support was impossible to see at the foot of the mountain, and this huge blue figure was actually a head taller than the mountain when it stood up, and the size alone made the hearts of those who were his enemies despair.

Gul'dan did not hesitate, and fell to his knees at the first moment when the other party appeared, his forehead against the earth, and his trembling body shouted in a hoarse voice: "The great polluter Akmund, the faithful servant of the Burning Legion, the lowly Gul'dan salutes you." ”

The one who came was none other than none other than the Burning Legion's existence second only to the Dark Titan Sargeras, Akmund the Polluter.

Ignoring Gul'dan, who had summoned him, Akmund completely ignored the orc warlock, reached out and copied the Book of Medivan in his hand, flipped through it, and threw it at Gul'dan. With Akmund's strength, even if he threw it casually, it was no weaker than a disemboweling cannonball, and the book smashed on Guldan's back and smashed him directly to the ground, coughing and unable to move for a long time.

"Weak bugs, only Kil'Gardan likes you." Akmund despised Gul'dan and took his comrades in arms, "Take it with you and put it in the teleportation array on the Legion's stronghold." ”

Manolos was already waiting on the other end of the teleportation array, and as long as there was enough energy here, he could complete the teleportation even in a split second.

Akmund looked around, he was perceiving the energy trajectory and law fluctuations of this world, and as for Gul'dan, who was staggering up, he didn't even bother to look at it.

Ants should have the consciousness of ants.

In the face of Akmund, Gul'dan did not even dare to hate, and staggered to cast a teleportation spell. He had to make it to the Dark Gate in the shortest possible time, or Akmund would crush him like a worm.

"This is the world where even Sargeras has suffered? It doesn't feel good. Let me destroy it with Akmund. Tremble in the fear of death, ants, and the world will burn. ”