Where am I?

Wow!

In my ears, there was the familiar light drink of the tide hitting the reef, and I slowly opened my eyes, but there was a creepy dim color in my eyes.

Lanros pulled his arms out of the gap with all his might, and when he glanced at the humanoid craters and large fissures in the ground beneath him, he was speechless for a moment.

Odin, this guy, actually 'throws' himself directly.

This account, the master wrote down.

Fortunately, the Holy Light protected him from falling damage, otherwise, this matter would not be so easy to turn over.

Indignantly dusting off his body, Lanros took his clothes from the space pouch and put them on, carefully surveying the surroundings shrouded in the fog.

As a spellcaster, he could clearly feel a chill reaching the depths of his soul, this fog was by no means as simple as it seemed.

Then again, why didn't Odin throw me on a reef if he didn't throw me in a better place?

Finding that he was surrounded by sea on all sides, Lanlos felt even more resentful of Odin. However, there was no movement around him except for the gentle echo of the fog and the sea, and this atmosphere also gave him some time to buffer.

First and foremost, naturally, is to look at the properties panel.

Lanlos

High Elves

Medium-sized humanoids

(Nude attributes) Strength 18, Agility 19, Intelligence 28, Constitution 19, Perception 19, Charisma 11

Talent Expertise:

Eye of Sargeras: Greatly enhance your demonic powers.

Demon Transformation: No longer has a cooldown, but consumes mana continuously.

Sacrificial Aura: Does not cost health.

Magic Skills:

Destruction Spells: Can now attach chaotic energy to structurally stable spells, but will destroy the spell model. Dramatically reduces the duration of spells, dealing high Mayhem damage and detonating for the duration, dealing indiscriminate Mayhem damage based on remaining energy.

Demonic Knowledge: Through your connection to the Twisted Void, you can learn all of the following arcane magic in the Legends, ignoring the restrictions of the web, and can summon demons more powerful than you by sacrificing your soul.

Spell:

7 Rings: Finger of Death

9 Rings: Calamity Black Blade

Eye of Sargeras......

As if sensing the ups and downs of Lan Luos's heart, countless dense green symbols suddenly appeared in his right eye, covering his entire eye in a very short period of time, and then returning to normal in a very short time.

Although the surplus energy had been almost exhausted through the previous battle, the remaining strength still made him change drastically.

Needless to say, the 3-point improvement of intelligence and physique respectively, the restriction of demon transformation was lifted, as if tempting him to fall into the demon path forever, plus demon knowledge and two high-level demon spells poured into the brain. To say that he is not part of the devil is to believe that even he himself will be suspicious.

But in any case, the current Lanlos is very strong, so strong that even he himself is a little scared.

'Drain the power I have given you in a short time, in case I let you use the Keystone to open the Legion's gates to Azeroth?' ’

Suddenly, a deep voice exploded in my head.

The magic rioted, and a strong wind stirred everything around Lanloth. However, he remained calm on the surface: "What are you talking about? Am I not carrying out your orders and hunting down Gul'dan?"

'Mortal, I know what you're thinking. Sargeras chuckled, as if not at all, "But you must know that I have never embarrassed you, you have chosen to submit to me, and I have given you strength." This is our deal, a mutually beneficial deal. ’

'Even, I saved you and your friend's life.

'I've given you enough kindness and forgiveness that you'd better put away your ridiculous thoughts.' ’

Lanlos was silent for a moment before he spoke, "What do you get?"

You'll know, but, not now. Sargeras's voice faded away, 'I look forward to seeing you again, and I hope you don't let me down.' ’

Silence regained in his ears, and Lanloth looked at the staff he had just unconsciously taken out of the space bag, and fell into a long contemplation.

The dark color spreads all over the body, and the hideous appearance shows a pair of demonic wings, and in the middle of those wings is a green eye that constantly writhes.

The Scepter of Sargeras, an artifact that no mortal should touch. Its unrivalled power is enough to tear reality apart.

Shivering inexplicably, Lanloth carefully retracted it into the space bag. If nothing else, he would probably never want the scepter to appear again.

But it is clear that from the moment he handed over the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter to him at the same time, Sargeras had quietly planned something, and his expectations would soon be disappointed.

Soon......

Wow!

A slightly turbulent tide swept past the soles of his shoes, and the rushing water called his attention. A strange appearance in the range of perception made him tense his nerves instantly, and he stared intently at the churning mist.

Something, approaching him.

The magic was churning, and the strong wind visible to the naked eye forced back the waves, and just before the chaotic energy was about to reach its extreme, Lanlos was momentarily stunned, but silently put away the idea of demon transformation. Then, with a long and obscure incantation, the pitch-black Sword of Destruction reappeared in his hand.

Phew——!

The hollow and rotten cries came from far and near, and the coldness that reached the depths of the soul instantly drowned the lone elf on the reef. Soon, the fog churned, and dozens of translucent pale figures stepped on the sea, slowly becoming clear in his vision.

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"Prepare for battle!" Gale shuddered at the terrifying cry ahead, and he immediately ordered everyone to take up their weapons and let the fleet slowly move in the direction of their destination by inertia.

As everyone held their breath, the sound of the fog became clearer.

The roar of the sword piercing the heart, the wailing of the dead spirits, the wrath of the churning water...... All kinds of voices mingled together, like huge waves in a storm, hitting their psychological defenses again and again.

Armed with the life-length sword, Gail stood at the bow of the ship, alert for any possible danger from all sides.

But what happened next still surprised him.

Boom ——!

The black sword light flashed in his eyes, and the sea in front of him was suddenly cut open by a pitch-black crack, and the churning waves came towards them in the roar of the sea, as if they were about to swallow them directly.

"Danger!"

Shouting, Gale grabbed his sword and swung it hard, cutting off the waves with his fierce force.

However, the aftermath of the huge waves still almost capsized the ship, and many Viku warriors fell into the sea in amazement.

Without waiting for Gael to organize a rescue, behind the huge waves, a small man with a thin body but exuding an aura that could not be ignored appeared in front of him.

His long flowing gray hair, his loose robes, and the two long swords in his hands with different styles all tell him about his difference.

Of course, what made Gail's pupils shrink violently was the pale figures that were slashed by his sword. The translucent state of the spirits did not diminish their strength in the slightest, that is, the ghosts of the Vikus?

Kvadir, an imaginary form formed by the souls of the Viku after death, is also known as the Haiviku because of its widespread presence in the sea.

The little man with the twin blades was extremely agile, leaving behind an afterimage with every movement, and the two flying swords easily slashed those kvadir into several pieces. Fragments of shattered souls quickly melted in the storm and silently melted into the sea, with only a few floating wilted seaweeds proving their existence.

And beside the little man, the seaweed almost covered the sea.

As the ships approached and the Viku warriors exclaimed, Lanlos spotted them as soon as possible. Swinging his blade to slash Kvadir, who was trying to sneak up on him from beneath the sea, he immediately turned his head and turned his sharp gaze at Gail.

Despite being soaked by the icy seawater, Gale clearly felt the blood boiling in his body in the face of such a powerful individual, and the fiery battle intent caused by his nature made him want to have a hearty battle with it.

However, the other side may not be the enemy.

"Stranger, I'm the steward of Tide Harbor, Gale the Tide Caller, and you're standing in our territorial waters, explaining your intentions!"

The language of the Viku people is very similar to the lingua franca of mankind, and if you have to compare it, it is like the difference between Mandarin and local dialects in the Celestial Empire. It's no wonder, after all, strictly speaking, humans are the descendants of the Viku people, a degraded group of these people's tall and powerful races.

It is evident that although they do not have the physique of the Vikus, humans now know how to adapt to their environment better than they do.

Lanros opened his mouth to say something, when the whistling from behind him made him focus for a moment.

Rumble!

A huge palm fell from the sky and smashed the unknown Kvadir to the surface of the sea.

"If you're here to help them, then we don't have much to say, but if you're their enemy, prove it to me. With a step on his foot, as the waves splashed, Lanloth turned into an afterimage again, and the roaring black sword light immediately staggered in the mist, setting off bursts of hollow and piercing wails of the dead.

"Ha, I like your simplicity!" Standing at the bow of the ship, Gail laughed and picked up his greatsword, not looking like he seemed to be thinner than those Kvadil, but the hidden power of the body in the old armor surprised Lanloth.

The fierce force shattered the mist, and even the sea water under his feet set off a fan-shaped wave in the strong wind, and the incoming ghost was split without saying a word, and directly turned into a pool of sea water and seaweed debris that fell far away in the sword wind.

Later, the other Viku warriors gradually stabilized their ships and launched a ferocious attack on the ghosts who should have rested long ago.