I really didn't expect that this mage who caused chaos was also a traverser. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info But what is it that makes her behave so weirdly? What is it about her power that makes her so powerful?

Is it because 'she killed herself'? The thought just flashed through my mind and made me break out in a cold sweat. I used to guess that there should be another us in this world, but it was just a conjecture, has this conjecture been confirmed now?

No one knows what will happen if you travel through time and space to kill yourself, and if my guess is correct, it seems that the two of their own powers are combined in the current situation, so that mage's energy level will be as high as 100. And this kind of violation of the laws of time has created a space-time rift, from which all things that should have been killed by the dead have escaped.

"We must stop her, or I'm afraid this area will really be destroyed by the Time Rift!"

The ice that had wrapped around the mage cracked, and a large blast of biting wind erupted from the crack and froze the ground around it. Before we could react, she had already flashed out of our encirclement.

The warrior's reaction was fast, and he made a charge in front of the mage. But as soon as the mage raised his hand, the warrior instantly turned into a little white sheep who bleated. Surprisingly, the mage didn't chant a spell at all when he cast the sheep transformation spell.

At this time, the thief girl once again touched the mage's back and tried to repeat the old trick, but the mage seemed to be prepared. The mage turned around and unleashed the Icicle, and the icy whirlwind blew out from the center of her hand, blowing out the thieves hiding in the shadows, and then she blew the thief girl away with a snowball wrapped in lava.

Ares wanted to cast a healing spell on the thief, but the mage had already pointed his finger full of ice crystals at him. A few flashes of white light flashed, and several tiny ice spikes 'biu~biu~biu~' shot at the paladin's body, pushing him against the rock wall of the mine like a New Year's painting.

The Warlock was chanting the spell 'Spell: Shadow Arrow', and the mage simply interrupted the spell with a wave of his hand at the Warlock. Since most of the Shadow Arrow's spell had been recited, the energy of the Shadow had already gathered in the Knight's palm. The sudden interruption caused the Shadow Energy to spiral out of control, and the energy began to frantically regalia at the Warlock's arm. I saw that the little warlock's hands had lost the luster of life, and slowly turned into black dry bones. He desperately used his mana to suppress the out-of-control shadow power, and he barely managed to suppress the spread of necrosis. But although he saved his life, these hands were completely useless.

Penny used the power of nature to unleash the Rejuvenation Technique to heal the little warlock, and the mage unleashed several arcane shocks almost at the same time, directly knocking the druid to the ground and depicting life and death, while the little mage Jenny was also hit by the ensuing arcane torrent and spat blood.

Watching my teammates fall one by one, I was furious, so I used my anti-magic cover and rushed towards the mage. This green anti-magic shield covered with translucent runes is immune to all known magic, and any magic attack will disappear into this green barrier as if stuck in mud.

But what struck me was that the ice arrows that the mage had fired at me had almost broken through the anti-magic shield several times, what a force it was to be able to do that! Eventually, the barrier shattered as it could withstand the bombardment, and a huge ice arrow pierced through my body.

I didn't feel the pain, because the cold temperature of the Ice Arrow had numbed my body. I lay on the ground weakly, numb and savoring the taste of death.

"Hehe, I don't know if I can see Sister Angel this time......" I thought weakly, but there was only darkness in front of me.

"Your strength is not at the same level as ours at all...... In this new world, we are gods! "I could hear the mage screaming frantically.

"The world will be subjugated to our feet, and the history of Azeroth will be rewritten by us!" The mage really called herself 'we', and it seemed that she was really crazy.

"Huh? Where is this? How did I come to this place? The mage suddenly said in a different tone.

"Who are you! Why do you look the same as me! The mage's tone suddenly became a little immature.

"I... I don't know... I walked through the portal... I opened my eyes and found it... I found you—" she explained incoherently.

"What? She's a demon? Is she demonic mutated? The immature mage seemed to have heard someone else's prompt, and said in horror.

"No, no, I'm not a demon! I... It's the Urriel Vanguard ......," the mage explained desperately.

"Ahh The immature mage exclaimed.

"It's ...... Misunderstand...... Listen to me...... Stop attacking, I'm not your enemy! …… No! …… I...... What have I done, what have I done...... I killed...... Myself? …… We killed...... Are we gods? …… We are gods! The mage kept talking to himself as if he were schizophrenic.

She kept talking, but my senses were depleted, and it wasn't painful or comfortable. It's just a soothing sensation, like being injected with anesthetics. But as time passed, even this feeling of relaxation was gone. I felt like a white dot, slowly blending into the dark world. Happiness, joy, anger, sadness, sorrow, fear, and wonder are gone, and in the end only loneliness remains, the lingering loneliness, the deep and quiet loneliness.

Just when my literary and artistic fantasies were rising, a blazing energy slammed into my heart. In an instant, my vanished senses and emotions filled my body again, and the familiar pain made me gasp for air.

I struggled to open my eyes, and found that my chest was surging with a golden light. A familiar whisper came to mind all around, the voice was empty but full of love, and the cold made people feel unusually peaceful.

“Cause.baby.you＇re.a.firework.Come.on.show＇em.what.your.worth.Make＇em.go.Oh.oh.oh……”

This is the whisper of the angel sister, am I back in the realm of the dead? But looking around me, I should still be in the depths of the mine. I gathered my thoughts and looked closely at the source of the golden light, and found that it was bursting from the pendant on my chest.

This pendant was given to me by Sister Angel and I never knew what it was for. But Sister Angel said it was very important, and said that I would use it sooner or later. So I wore it on my chest all the time, but I didn't expect to use it so quickly.

The dazzling golden light not only restored my energy and my comrades, but also smoothed the wounds. It also restrained the deranged mage, and she fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state of confusion.

I stood up, holding the pendant in my hand, and noticed that its color faded little by little, and finally turned into an almost transparent crystal. Maybe its magic is exhausted, but I still hang it on my chest and hide it in the thick armor.

I looked at the brothers and saw that everyone was fine, except for Fenix, who was still a little sheep and bleated at us.

I wanted him to stay in this state all the time, but I couldn't bear to see his pitiful appearance, so I gave him a kick and made him a human again. (Sheep Transformation will be automatically removed when attacked)

The portals in the mines were shrinking, and the things that escaped from them were pulled back into them by an invisible force. Eventually, the portal condensed into a black dot and slowly vanished.

While everyone was sighing about the wonder and drama of the matter, the little warlock suddenly said in surprise: "Hey! The Night Elf Hunter with an energy level of 73 is gone! ”