In the sky, let Rezer change direction and dodge, the three arcane missiles were like living creatures, and they couldn't shake them off, and after about 50 kilometers away from Dalaran, they finally caught up.

Reezel let out an angry scream, and his figure twisted to the side, and began to fall vertically, the three arcane missiles trailing at a near right angle. However, after such a long pursuit, the Arcane Missile was much smaller than it used to be, and its light was a little dimmer.

Reezel had done his best, and by this time, he had to hard-connect as low as possible.

Rumble!

The first shot hit the tail, bursting with blinding light, and Reezel was blown up and rolled in the air. After losing its stance, the speed of its fall dropped sharply, and the second shot caught up in an instant, hitting it firmly on the back.

This time the explosion was even more violent, and as the mountain shook, Razel's body shattered, and was blown into a gray mist, which tumbled until the ground began to shrink sharply, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge egg. At that moment, the last arcane missile slammed down.

At the same time, in a house in Dalaran, Wen Lesa was staring at the giant egg in front of her. She had never seen such a strange spell before, and she was not only amazed, but also found it interesting.

"Little girl, why did you become an egg?" Wen Lesa asked with a smile, and as soon as the words came out, her face changed, and she rushed to the side of the egg with an arrow, raised her palm and pressed it.

Boom!

The egg suddenly began to tremble violently, countless cracks appeared on the shell, and Wen Lesa said something in her mouth, and a cloud of white light emanated from her palm, spreading along the eggshell. In the white light, although the cracks of the eggshell did not close, they stopped collapsing and gradually quieted down.

After a few seconds, everything was calm, Wen Lesa breathed a sigh of relief, and blamed: "You little girl is too stubborn, you actually resonate with that Void Ray soul to share the damage, if I hadn't made a timely move, you would both have died!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the eggshells began to peel off along the cracks, and Wen Lesa retracted her hand and took a step back, looking curiously.

Bang la blah.

The eggshell shattered completely, and a void ray the size of a puppy rolled out of the egg, and after looking around blankly, it flapped its wings and flew up, landing on Winlessa's shoulder.

The beautiful High Elf was dumbfounded, and after a while, she burst out laughing, "I see, such a strange spell can only be thought of by that monster of Manranor." ”

At the same time, the giant egg in the forest crumbled, and Vanessa rolled out of it in embarrassment.

"Thank you, ma'am." Vanessa shouted to the north, turned and ran south, sinking into the thick taiga.

Shortly after he left, Ronin and Derlandon arrived.

"The fluctuation of the magic element is wrong, that little girl should be gone." Durandon said as he looked in the direction Vanessa had disappeared.

"Gone? It's good. Ronin turned his horse's head and began to gallop, shouting heroically, "Derlandon, let's go to the Wall of Greymane."

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At dusk, the Kingdom of Stormwind, Northshire Abbey.

It is the oldest monastery in all of Azeroth, the birthplace of priests on the continent, and the birth of the paladin's faith.

At first, some ascetic monks gathered here to seek salvation for their souls, and they ate and slept here, and one day after a while, they had a dream at the same time. In the dream, a god composed of holy light appeared, passed on the teachings, and gave these monks the ability to control the light, and the first priest was born.

They didn't know who the god of communication was, and that god didn't want to be worshipped, so much so that until now, priests and paladins have only holy spirits and no specific gods.

However, this did not hinder the devotion of the faithful, and after receiving the recognition and funding of the Kingdom, countless believers of the Holy Light gathered here to build this unique monastery. This is not only a temple, but also an academy of light, where most of Azeroth's priests graduated and where all paladins are baptized by the Light.

There seems to be more uncertainty about becoming a paladin than a priest, and those honest warriors need to be recognized by the gods and bestowed with light before they can become true knights of the light. In other words, strength and character alone are not enough, but more important is luck.

Many great paladins have been born here, and they have written countless stories in Azeroth, which have been passed down to future generations and become valuable spiritual treasures.

Northshire Abbey is not grandiose, but it is located deep in the Elwyn Forest, in a quiet, uninhabited environment with only one path connecting to the outside world.

Autumn in the Elwin Forest is a pleasant climate with high clouds and cool breezes, which is much more refreshing than in the north. A horse-drawn carriage travels through the woods, startling birds all the way, and from time to time small beasts lead the way to watch.

Driven by a samurai in half-body leather armor, with a solemn expression and unsquinting eyes, he seemed to be familiar with the road, and his journey was as swift as the wind.

"Where?" Someone in the carriage spoke, and his voice was deep and majestic.

When the "coachman" heard this, he replied, "Your Highness, you have already arrived at Old Todd's pumpkin patch."

The car window was pushed open with a "hula", and a resolute middle-aged man's face poked out and looked towards the side of the road. This person is none other than the current regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Grand Duke Boval-Pagodagan.

"It's been so many years, I can't imagine that this pumpkin field hasn't been abandoned yet." Burnval's eyes were full of remembrance, and he sighed.

He and the guards who drove the car were classmates and studied together at the North County Abbey, and now they are revisiting the old place, and they are full of feelings.

The carriage was still moving forward, and the images kept flying backwards, and as they were about to drive through the pumpkin patch, a farmer with a hoe appeared. When he saw the royal insignia on the carriage, he quickly took off his broken straw hat and bent down deeply in front of the carriage.

"Alas......"

Seeing this man, Bolval and the guard who drove the car sighed at the same time, the old Todd who grabbed them and beat them was probably gone. Bolval was a little disinterested, closed the window and sat back to close his eyes, thinking about something.

The carriage turned around a corner and was covered with greenery, and after about half an hour, it finally arrived at the North County Abbey. There was no fanfare here, only an old priest in a gray robe stood by the courtyard gate and waited, his old face lined with mottled ancient walls, and the painting style looked a little decadent.

"Bolval." Seeing the carriage, the old priest finally smiled on his face, raised his hand and shouted.

The guards in the car hurriedly pulled the horse to a halt, and Bowal poked his head out, rushed out of the car and walked to the old priest.

"Teacher, I'm back to see you." Boval grabbed the old priest's hand and was about to bow down on his knees, but the old priest hurriedly pulled him back.

"I can't afford to take it anymore because you're the Lord Regent, and besides, ......," the old priest paused, glanced at Bolval disapprovingly, and continued, "If it weren't for that man, how could the regent, who has a lot of chances, have time to see me, an old man."

Broval scratched the back of his head and sneered, "Teacher, what did you say?" The main purpose of this visit is to visit you. ”

Seeing the regent showing such a simple gesture, the three of them all laughed, and the old priest patted Boval on the shoulder and said: "You are now in a high position, you are a member of the people, and you naturally put state affairs first, if you really come to see me, an old man, and delay the right thing, then I will not be a sinner?!"

The three of them chuckled when they heard this, and Bowal straightened his face and asked, "How is that person now?" Is it approved by the Light? ”

The old priest smiled, shook his head and sighed: "His memory still hasn't recovered, as for the body...... No one in Stormwind should be able to beat him, and neither can you Bolvar. ”

Hearing this, Bolval nodded repeatedly, and a trace of horror appeared on his face, as if he had suffered at the hands of "that person".

The old priest continued, "As for the Light...... We performed a ritual for him, but before the oracle could come down, he smashed the altar with his bare hands......"

Burnval's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if this was exactly what he wanted, and he said eagerly: "Take me to him, right now." (To be continued.) )