New books, brazen for collection

"Where are we going now?" Sylvanas asked in a weak voice.

Fu Hang had sensed that something was wrong with Sylvanas' state before, and now he realized that Sylvanas's signs of life were very weak. This is the unique feeling of Fuhang as a new member of Azeroth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Fuhang stopped, and helped Sylvanas under a large canopy.

Sylvanas didn't say anything, she leaned back against the tree, closed her eyes, and continued her question: "You answer my question first." ”

"We're going to Dalaran, we're going to Antonidas."

"That stubborn, arrogant, and pedantic old man? What are you going to do with him? Sylvanas said.

According to the history of World of Warcraft, it was clear to Arthas that Arthas wanted to seize the Book of Medivan from the Council of Dalaran Kenrito and use it to summon the horrific army that made the world of Azeroth tremble.

In the eyes of that army, there is no definition of an enemy, there is only a devastating ruin!

"He has the Book of Medivan." Fuhang said.

"Medivan, this crazy human mage, what good can he do." Sylvanas said disdainfully.

For Medivan, Fuhang still admires it in his heart, and Medivan did many wrong things in his early years. Ever since he became a guardian, that is, after being resurrected by his mother McGovern, he has regained his responsibility and has begun to do his duty to protect the world of Azeroth.

Fuhang shuddered as he remembered the polluter. In the game before, this fierce demon gave Fuhang endless shock. Now in the real world, the flesh and blood are real, this is not a World of Warcraft game, here is the real world of World of Warcraft. Because of this, Fuhang is even more frightened by the polluter.

"The Book of Medivan, it can bring the Burning Legion of Akmund to Azeroth!"

"Oh, what's that about me." Sylvanas leaned absentmindedly against the trunk of the tree, tilted her head and said indifferently.

"You're also a member of Azeroth, and the arrival of the Burning Legion won't do you any good."

"I don't have anything to protect, and the arrival of the Burning Legion has nothing to do with me. Could it be that you, a first-class magician, are also going to pretend to be a savior and steal the limelight from those heroes? Sylvanas squinted her eyes and said lightly.

With a wry smile, he sat down on Sylvanas's left hand, lay down in the shade of the tree, put his hands under his head, and laughed at himself, "I don't have any ambitions, I only have one wish now, and that is not to make you a queen who has been imprisoned by hatred all your life." Azeroth has its own heroes to save, and you're always alone. ”

Captain Fu Sail sighed, looked at Sylvanas with a calm look in his eyes, and said, "My Queen, let me save you." ”

Sylvanas's tone was still cold, "You'd better take care of yourself first." ”

Ever since pulling Sylvanas out of Silvermoon City, Sylvanas has been in this cold attitude. Fuhang guessed that Sylvanas had not lived in Quel'Salas before, but had frozen his heart after living in Northrend for a long time.

But there are too many things that Fuhang doesn't know. He couldn't comprehend the pain of a High Elf leader watching his people slaughtered by the Scourge Legion, or the grief of coming back from the dead to become the undead.

These are all the pains that Sylvanas carries, and Fuhang is just a young man from an outside world, and he has experienced too little of such a personal experience.

Fuhang closed his eyes and enjoyed the midday sun in the world of Azeroth. Taking advantage of this moment, Fuhang once again opened his golden finger, which is the only special ability he has after crossing over, that is, he can use the game interface of the World of Warcraft in his previous life to observe the world of Azeroth.

Dressed naked, with only a legendary artifact, the Ember Bringer. Fu Hang carefully examined the attributes of the Ember Bringer, and found that the Ember Bringer in his hand resembled his own small family heirloom, and such a weapon seemed to increase the power of the weapon according to his own level.

Weapons: Ember Bringer Unique Binding

Main hand

100-120 damage

Never wears out

Equipment deals burn damage to undead creatures for 100 damage per second

Equip Action Skill Holy Light, dealing 1000 damage to undead creatures.

Fuhang is now only one level, and with such an artifact, the upgrade speed is that in his previous life, he had a whole set of heirlooms, and he couldn't catch up with his current upgrade speed.

But what made Fuhang curious was that there seemed to be no such thing as experience in the interface in his mind, and instead of experience points, there were two values, the combat strength value and his own attribute value.

When Fuhang learned the definition of these two values, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

The initial value of the combat strength value is 0, and when it reaches 10, it increases by one level, and every 10 increases after that. Self-attribute means that as long as the value of one's two large attributes exceeds the attributes of the current level, you can also upgrade to one level.

In Fuhang's view, it is more reliable to still be the first way, after all, in this world, it is very difficult to additionally improve attributes. If this interface can bring up the editor of Warcraft, Fuhang doesn't mind giving himself 10,000 books of intelligence. But it's all YY of Fuhang.

As a mage, Fu Hang's one skill, that is, his only spell now, turned out to be not the fireball technique, but the divine light. Fu Hang looked at his skills in a daze, whether he was a mage or a paladin.

However, Fuhang was not discouraged. Maybe it's a mistake in the system, and when you reach a high level and unlock your talent, you can choose a talent specialization. Now this holy light is still quite effective, and you can heal your injuries if necessary.

Although it didn't do much for Sylvanas' injury.

These are not the most critical, the most critical things are actually what kind of weapon the Ash Emissary is, and why Fuhang, the Holy Light Mage, can still hold a sword.

A level 1 mage with the Holy Light skill, holding the legendary sword of Ashbringer, is on an adventure with Sylvanas.

Holy, it's sensitive. Fuhang the heart.

While Fuhang was indulging in the complexity of his mind, Sylvanas elbowed Fuhang with his arm, pointed to the undead squad around them, and said, "Human, it's time for you to express yourself." ”

Fu Hang came back to his senses and found that more than a dozen undead spirits in his field of vision were slowly walking towards the two of them.

Ghouls with hideous faces, undead soldiers who have lost their minds, abomination when they walk and have bare stomachs with large intestines, there are a wide range of undead types.

However, there was no fear in Funao.

He slowly stood up and said in his heart: Before I can go to you, you will come to send experience. Oh no, it's here to send the intensity of the battle.

"Believe in the Light!" Fu Hang roared, pulled out the Ash Bringer, and waved it at the undead in front of him in a random manner.