It was dark in Karazhan late at night, and there was not a single place where there was any light.

Although Karazan still has a magic lamp lit inside, due to the warping power of time and space and the obstruction of the spell barrier, not a single light can be spilled into the outside world.

It was as if even the stars and the moonlight did not want to visit this place shrouded in evil magical energy, a veritable place of no light.

No one could have imagined that at such a time, Karazhan would welcome an unexpected guest.

It was a woman with her graceful body hidden in a wide hooded cape, with only a single head of white hair clearly visible.

She didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know how she came here, avoiding the magic monitoring of the two archmages of Dalaran, and quietly walked to the gate of Karazhan.

Looking at the dilapidated wooden door and rusty door lock, she muttered a low word, and then somehow took out a delicate hammer, and then knocked hard, only to hear a bang, and the door lock shattered.

This door lock guarded by a powerful spell was shattered by a hammer? How can it be?

With her, however, nothing is impossible.

She pushed the door in, closed it with her hand, and it was like entering her own home, and the powerful spell enchantment didn't react at all!

"What's the mess here? Well, it's good that the magic core hasn't moved, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get in......," she whispered, and then lifted her skirt up the stairs with a light step, as if she hadn't lived to be more than eight hundred years old, but a girl less than twenty years old.

There were new ghosts that tried to attack her, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the process, she didn't even lift her hand, she didn't even take out her staff.

The servants' quarters, the stables, the banquet hall, the meeting room, she walked all the way, all without hindrance.

only stayed at the opera house for a while, looked at the luxuriously decorated stage and shook his head gently, and complained again:

"Really enjoyed! How did the old lady give birth to such a son? Upset! ”

The stage manager "Barnes" did not even let her be an actor, but lowered his eyebrows, like an obedient servant.

She continued on her way, and after a long broken staircase, she came to the exhibition hall.

Looking at the curator who had already been ruined, she shook her head, thinking that her unfilial son still liked carving so much. But what's the point of these tattered structures? How can there be powerful spells that work.

"I have nothing to do to listen to songs and watch operas, I have nothing to do with carving and composing, and I don't know how to study hard, no wonder I can't even fight for a remnant soul...... What a waste! How did the old lady give birth to such a wasted son as you? ”

She continued to walk up and soon came to the library.

Looking at the books scattered all over the floor, she frowned, thinking to herself, where did the bad guy waste the good things she had collected so hard?

Do you know how much effort the old lady has put into getting so many books?

Sulama, Hammer of Doom, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, and many other private libraries, which one of the elderly did not patronize? I was almost discovered by the old immortal of the Sun King!

Although he was not afraid of her, although he could be stabbed to death with one finger, this was not a glorious thing after all.

What the? Stealing?

Think about it too much, the old lady just uses spells to copy directly, and there is no shortage of books in those libraries!

The old lady is so hard, even if you want to see it, you have to cherish it, don't you?

With a sigh, the mana was rampant.

She didn't stop and continued to walk, but the collapsed bookshelves quietly erected, and the scattered books floated to their original places.

Wherever she went, she returned to her original state and became incredibly clean.

It's just that those missing books will never come back.

Karazan was too big, and she didn't walk fast.

Finally in an independent library, Jiang robbed the library they had never discovered, and she stopped.

"Shadow of Medivan? No, it should be the Shadow of Sargeras! Do you think that if you hide here, your wife will not be able to find you? Seven hundred years ago, you took a look at this place, and the old lady also took a look. You can leave your back hand to kill them, and the old lady will come and destroy your back hand today! Well, they should be able to hold out for a while, right? The old lady will destroy you first! ”

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"What to do? Storm? ”

Looking at the tens of thousands of orc elites in the base camp, as well as the orc shamans everywhere, Mai Dean was worried.

Not to mention at least a few hundred orc shamans, let's say that tens of thousands of orc warriors are not easy to deal with!

The physique of orcs is much stronger than that of humans, and it is not a level at all.

A human warrior with an average height of about 1.7 meters and a weight of 70 or 80 kilograms is basically no different from a sheep meeting a wolf when encountering an orc with an average height but who has been bending down and bowing his head, straightening up at least two meters, and weighing at least one hundred and fifty kilograms!

Think about it, let a basketball team member of an ordinary high school 1.8 meters collide head-on with the big shark O'Neal, does it need to be said?

The car hits the tank, the bus hits the cargo!

You must know that these orcs basically drank the blood of Manolos and got the buff of "Demon Power", and their combat effectiveness is really strong.

Under normal circumstances, three or five well-trained human battles, even if they are fully armed, may not be able to fight an orc warrior, after all, the orcs are tall and mighty, and they are a veritable fighting nation, every day in the fire and blood, they have received the most cruel training since childhood, the training intensity is higher than that of the Spartan warriors, and the infant survival rate is outrageously low, any orc who grows up safely is a qualified warrior!

The three hundred Spartan warriors are already so terrifying, and now the ones attacking Stormwind City are hundreds of thousands of orcs, and the ten thousand orcs in the orc base camp are even more elite among the orcs.

All orcs are soldiers, and Draenor's environment, coupled with the natural proximity of orcs and elements, makes these guys' magic resistance much higher than that of humans, second only to dwarves.

Basically, they can be seen as enlarged versions of dwarves, with strong combat power and strong defense!

Basically, every orc can be regarded as a veteran of a hundred battles, and the elite orcs can basically be called at least apprentice and apprentice level professionals. The recruits trained by the Knights of the Silver Hand for two or three years, in a one-on-one situation, I am afraid that they are no match for these orcs.

A powerful mage can indeed kill thousands of human warriors with a spell, but a spell of the same strength may not even be able to do half of the number of orcs, and a spell of low strength cannot even cause fatal damage to the orcs, and once it is close to the orcs, then the human mage will face the moment of life and death.

Jiang Zai, Merry, Anvina, Mai Dean.

Four guys who have not regained their strength want to rush into the base camp of tens of thousands of orcs and complete the feat of killing Orgrim?

It's just too hard.

If they still have the original strength, then they can try a guerrilla war, a blitzkrieg or something, slowly consume the living power of the orcs, and finally complete the feat of cannibalizing the orc army.

For now, forget it.

"It always felt like something was wrong...... Medivan, don't fool me! ”