"It's so blunt and sensational." Alyons shook her head, and said with a hint of sadness in her words.

The hollow sound echoed through the halls of the Night Well, but Rollin was gone. There was still some residual magical energy left in the location of the teleportation circle, and Alyons raised his hand to merge this additional magical energy into the Well of Night.

"Alyons, you should have gone with him. He's helping the city of Sulamar and helping the Night Elves fight the Burning Legion. Arions, who slowly turned to leave the main hall, muttered to herself.

With a long sigh of relief, Alyons' eyes flashed with a pure purple glow. Instead of answering her own question, she chose the silent Arion, and disappeared into the arcane energy of the Great Hall of the Night Well.

Broken Isles.

Ever since the archipelago of Gul'dan's Broken Beach was lifted out of the sea, the elven castle where Sargeras's body was stored had been shrouded in evil energy. Like the demons of the Burning Legion, the evil energy is extremely intrusive and aggressive. These eerie forces enveloped the Broken Beach Boat, twisting the elements and sky into a yellow-green like a worn patina.

This scene stands out above the palace where Sargeras's body is kept. The power of the evil energy was like a powerful electric current, carrying a devastating amount of energy into the sky, piercing a spiral-shaped gap in the twisted and piled up cumulus clouds.

This view has been around for almost two months and not a day has changed. On this day, however, at the top of the Tomb of Sargeras, a special magical energy flowed out of the scorching air soaked in evil energy. It penetrated into the top floor of the Tomb of Sargeras in a very fast manner. A little light appeared, and at the top of the tomb of Sargeras, a dazzling blue-and-white circle pierced through the walls of the spire, a stream of magical energy that sent a small creature to the area controlled by the Burning Legion.

After the piercing sound of magical energy colliding, a blinding light appeared in front of Rollin's eyes. Subconsciously, Rollin used his arm to block out these dazzling lights.

Three seconds after raising his arm, the darkness of deep nothingness enveloped Rollin.

The teleportation position of the Scepter of Sargeras could not be wrong, but for the sake of insurance, Rollin still turned on the Eagle Eye Technique, and with the help of arcane energy, Rollin determined his location in the darkness.

The topmost floor of the Tomb of Sargeras.

"Well done, new man." Rollin stroked the handle of Sargeras's scepter and whispered.

After arriving at this brand new castle, Rollin did not explore it aimlessly. This is where the Burning Legion demons spawn, and with rash actions, Rollin may face all the Legion demons in the entire Tomb of Sargeras.

However, Rollin, as a magister, and his outward magical divinity, can help him with this aspect of the problem.

As Lorraine's most acute and penetrating eyes, Lorraine's magical divinity surrounds all locations throughout the Tomb of Sargeras. Soon, Rollin found out more about the Tomb of Sargeras, the elven castle of the ancient city of Sulamar.

This towering minaret has a total of twenty-one layers. In addition to these twenty-one layers, there is an additional area on the ground floor of the Tomb of Sargeras. However, in this underground area, the distribution of evil energy is extremely dense. Rollin's outward divinity was completely resisted, and he couldn't find out what was still stored under the spire.

He couldn't directly probe what was underneath the spire, but through his perception of the twenty-one spires, Rollin didn't find what he was looking for. Sargeras's body and the magical enchantment that Egwene had left here were not in the Spire.

Obviously, these things, which Rollin considered important, were stored in the area beneath the spire.

Of course, as a Magister, patience is a must. After deciding where he wanted to go, Rollin laid out his current task in front of him.

He was at the top of the spire, and in order to find the rift in Sargeras's body, Rollin had to sneak from the top of the spire to the bottom of the spire.

The goal is clear, starting from the twenty-first layer.

Casting divinity, Rollin discovers that there are no Burning Legion demons on the top floor of the Spire. Instead, at the top of this quiet tower, Rollin heard the painful wail of his soul.

With a flash of eyes, the scorching flame element surrounded Luo Lin, and the flame magic matrix appeared and rose in Luo Lin's chest, merging and converging, and the shining firelight suddenly lit up, and there were several fires floating in front of Luo Lin, which provided the most stable light source for Luo Lin in this dark environment.

The sudden warmth and light heat raised the surrounding wailing sound a few points. Rollin immediately became alert, and he could feel that these souls, who had endured pain and suffering, had long since lost their original character. No matter how kind they were in life, these nearly 10,000 years of torture and loneliness have long made them sink into hatred.

With the light of the flames, Rollin walked towards the center of the chamber at the top of the tower. In the process of walking, Rollin can vaguely see the living utensils of the elves with the help of the firelight. The benches, bookshelves, and portraits here prove that there was once a civilization here.

Suddenly, Rollin walked around a corner. A pair of light hands pressed down on Rollin's shoulders.

With a pair of hands without any weight or warmth, Rollin already knew that it was the soul of a dead elf.

"Magicians, monsters who wield the arcane energy, you have destroyed our home, you have destroyed our world, and it is you who have captured these demons in our home!" Anger and hatred took over the elf's soul, and he was venting his long-standing resentment to Rollin.

Rollin felt the weight of this soul, and he knew that this soul that had been robbed of life by resentment could not hurt him at all.

Turning around slowly, Rollin looked at the elven soul in front of him. The spirit of this elf still retains his appearance during his lifetime. This is an ordinary elven inhabitant, and judging by his appearance and attire, he is an ordinary and ordinary inhabitant of the Kadore civilization.

"Hatred has taken you over, I'm sorry, I can't heal the pain in your soul for you." Rollin slapped the elven soul's hand, and the tiny arcane confinement circle lit up. Rollin bound the elven soul in place.

Having learned from the past, the elven soul did not continue to converge around Rollin. They were afraid of Rollin's arcane energy, but they were also resentful of monsters like Rollin.

There was no way, Rollin could only pass through this low, painful hobby voice. A war and the greed of the upper elves left behind a catastrophe that caused a terrible calamity to the people of the ordinary elves.

In fact, it is not only these elven people who died in the ancient war, but also the people of the kingdom on the Eastern Continent, who have sacrificed too much in the war. In a world where Azeroth's heroes are in the limelight, no one can pay for the evils of war. Rollin can't, at least not now.

The oppressive atmosphere caused Rollin's heart to fluctuate. This is the first time Rollin has had such a psychological condition. With the help of the firelight, Rollin hurried towards the center of the spire.

Soon, Rollin was freed from this wail of pain. He saw the staircase leading to the twentieth floor.

As soon as he calmed down, Luo Lin stepped on the smooth stairs and walked to the twentieth floor step by step. Gradually, Rollin's light steps began to become heavy, and Rollin stepped on top of the evil energy.

These aggressive evil powers tried to corrupt anything it saw, and Rollin was no exception. The dark green evil energy stuck to Rollin's feet attempted to penetrate Rollin's body, corrupting it into a legionary monster.

However, this is not the first time that Rollin has resisted the corrosive effects of these evil powers. In the fight against the evil power of the Scepter of Sargeras, Rollin successfully resisted the evil power of the Scepter of Sargeras, and completely purified the Scepter of Sargeras.

After the last staircase, Rollin officially stepped into the twentieth floor of the spire. In this layer, Rollin's divinity sensed hundreds of Burning Legion demons. According to the analysis of the All-Seeing Eye, most of the demons of these legions are low-level and high-level demons. These demons have no power to resist for Rollin.

The flames shone brightly, and Luo Lin's three dragon breath techniques instantly devoured the hellhound that appeared in front of him. The three hellhounds died instantly, and the demons wandering in the various rooms next to them slowly walked out. For a while, in the darkness, there were dozens of pairs of dark green eyes.

Faced with these legion creatures with a mix of low-level and high-level demons, Rollin didn't want to spend too much time here. He immediately activated the Demon Mastery, locking the outgoing divinity on each demon's body. And according to these outward divinities, a scorching dragon breath technique was condensed.

Multiple Mastery! Twice as powerful!

After the flame magic matrix erupted with blinding light, a series of explosions echoed throughout the twentieth floor.

All the Legion demons died, and the Lorraine Regiment destroyed all the demons here.

The fire shone brightly, and the remnants of the flame magic elements still floated in the air. The shattered evil energy is no longer burning around, and there should be no other danger on the twentieth layer. But just as Rollin was thinking this, a low, green-skinned creature appeared in Rollin's sight.

"Orcs!" Rollin was amazed at the orc warlock in front of him, impregnated by the corruption of evil energy.

"Human mage? I've seen you in Hinterland. The orc warlock, corrupted by evil energy, dragged his body stained with green sap and approached Rollin.

This is the orc warlock who followed Gul'dan into the tomb of Sargeras, and it is hard to imagine that he will survive.

"What the hell Gul'dan has done, do you know that you have brought an additional threat to the world?" Rollin said as he looked at the person who had created the disaster in front of him.

The orc warlock clenched his fists, and his dark green eyes radiated a layer of blood red!

"Gul'dan ruined Draenor and ruined us orcs. I should have known that the power he promised us was the evil power that made us lose our nature. The orc warlock said resentfully.

"I'm glad you have your own consciousness, I think, you can be redeemed." Rollin replied blandly.

The orc warlock shook his head, clenching the glowing green staff of deadwood in his hand.

"No, human mage. I miss the life of hunting split-hoofed rhinoceros in Nagrand, though. But I also enjoy the power that these evil energies bring to me now, and I feel like a new life in these powers! "Completely corrupted by evil powers, it's a pity that you're going to lose this power.

Arcane Imprisonment!

Before the fallen orc warlock could make a move, Rollin's confinement circle had already imprisoned the fallen orc's body in place.

Surrounded by arcane energy, the fallen orc warlock was surprised by the powerful arcane energy of this human mage, and he was also using the evil energy in his body to dissolve the imprisoned magic circle under his feet.

Kinetic Flame Blast! Rollin raised his hands, and the arcane magic matrix and the fire magic matrix in front of him lit up at the same time. With his hands folded, the magical energy instantly collided together, and Luo Lin mastered the dual elements of mastery, bringing together the kinetic and magical energy of existence.

The arcane circle and the flame circle converged at the same time, and the magical energy instantly fused, and a powerful ball of flame containing arcane energy and fire magic elements floated in front of Rollin.

Kinetic magic, the fallen orc warlock opposite Rollin had never seen such magic.

More powerful than the spells unleashed by Gul'dan, what the hell does this human mage want to do?

The orc warlock has a lot of questions, but no one can answer them for him.

The Kinetic Flame Burst slammed into his chest, burning with a fireball that looked at the arcane energy and incinerated all the shadows and evil powers above the orc warlock's body.

The orc warlock didn't have any pained expression, and Rollin was curious, dissipating most of the magical energy of the Kinetic Flame Blaster into the arcane energy he had mobilized.

"Never felt so relaxed as it is now. Thank you for your salvation, human mage. The orc warlock leaned limply against the wall behind him, smiling reluctantly at the muscles of his face that had long been overdrawn by evil energy.

Rollin walked up to him and said, "There used to be a group of noble creatures in Draenor, though now they are lost. However, there will always be a day of redemption. ”

The orc warlock coughed heavily and said, "You don't hate us? We have destroyed your homes and killed your people. ”

Rollin smiled bitterly, he couldn't represent everyone, and he wouldn't inexplicably put this hatred on an orc who was about to die: "Azeroth needs a new tribe, needs their help, and in the future, there will be a new leader to lead the orcs." ”

"War is the way for orcs to survive, but we are completely blinded by it. We are easily agitated and seduced, which is the greatest sorrow of our orcs. The orc warlock gasped.

Rollin nodded, agreeing with his words.

"Thank you for understanding me, human. Ah, I saw Nagrand, I saw the arena, I saw our beautiful home and homeland" The orc's wilted lips trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he left this world. (To be continued.) )