"What do you mean by telling me this?" Apparently, at the mention of his incompetent mother, Medivan no longer had any fun of joking and detouring.

"Isn't that what you want to know?" Lanlos shrugged innocently, not seeming to notice the change in the other person's tone, "And I guess that such a figure is passing by the upwind path to the Dark Swamp, Your Excellency the Astral Mage, there should be some news, right?"

"Haha, yes, I do know that. Medivan suddenly laughed, and just as Lanloth was staring, the next sentence suddenly embarrassed his whole body, "But why should I share this news with a thief who sneaked into my private territory and broke the windows of my library?"

"Ahaha, the moon is so round today......"

"I said you two. Lothar's insertion was just right, interrupting Lan Los's clumsy excuse to be anxious, and also stopping Medivan, who wanted to take advantage of the situation, "There's no time for you to make small talk now, if you have this time, why don't you help me clean it up?"

Turning his head, Medivan glanced at the mess in the place, then shook his head decisively, "My arcane should be used where it's needed more." ”

"Yes, yes, but fortunately, Moros has a good temper, and if he wants to change someone else and clean the entire Karazhan Tower alone, I'm afraid he will go crazy in less than a day, right?"

"......" Medivin paused, then turned away in a dashing manner, "Khadgar, let's go back." ”

"Uh, now?"

"Of course. ”

"But we've just arrived?"

"I've got a good Samaritan to help me with my mission, and you, don't forget my library. ”

“...... Yes, Mentor. ”

Seeing that Medivin was about to leave, Lanlos frowned, and was about to say something, but Lothar on the side suddenly stood up: "Wait, Mad." ”

"This attack has seriously hindered the construction of the Elwin Line, and now those orcs are even more eyeing the sidelines, and it may be very difficult to complete the process. ”

"We need your help. ”

Orcs?

Hearing the unfamiliar words coming out of Lothar's mouth, Medivan's eyes flashed with an imperceptible dull glow, and then, as if nothing had happened, he turned around as if nothing had happened: "Then give up here!"

Unexpectedly, Lothar was not surprised by the other party's unnutritious suggestion, but nodded approvingly: "Heh, it seems that our tacit understanding has not changed." ”

"But yes. Lothar sighed heavily, "If you don't do anything and let the enemy come under the walls of Stormwind, Lane won't be able to save face." ”

"Now is not the time to talk about face, Anduin. In the face of his old friend's helplessness, Medivan finally became serious, "The attacks of the orcs are too fast, they are infinitely powerful, bloodthirsty, and it is a fool's dream to block them with these hastily built defenses alone. ”

"If you continue to insist on maintaining the face of those so-called royal nobles, sooner or later the orcs will break through this stronghold, and you and your men will be sacrificed in this land in a senseless manner. ”

"Without you, it would have been easy for orcs to break through Stormwind. ”

Medivan didn't realize how horrific his words were, and several lieutenants nearby, including Khadgar, all looked horrified.

Seeing that his morale became chaotic in an instant, Lothar smiled helplessly: "Even if you are here, can't you stop them?"

Medivin was firm: "I can't stop it." ”

There was a long silence, and all that was left around was the suppressed roar of pain from the wounded soldiers, and the sound of rustling from the logistics clearing battlefield. After a long moment, Lothar nodded heavily: "Then please." ”

"It's a nuisance. Although Medivan complained, he still walked to the open space on the side, stretched out his hand and twitched in his arms, and the next moment, an unpretentious brown staff appeared in everyone's sight.

It was like an old tree, widening and thickening at a great angle near the top, like a candlestick, but instead of a candle, a lifelike wooden carving of a crow stood on it.

At the junction of the crow wood carving and the body of the staff, a dark red tassel flutters gently in the breeze.

Etiyès, the Guardian's Staff of Legend, this is a magical weapon passed down from Egwen, and it is a legendary artifact that is not inferior to Elunis.

Feeling the tremor in Elunis in his hand, Lanloth silently placed it behind him. He could feel Elunis' anger, and his endless hatred. It is no wonder that after being captured by Egwene, he must have been whipped by Egwene with Etiyesh day and night.

Now that the enemies see each other, they are naturally very red-eyed.

However, I don't know whether to rejoice or not, Etiyesh doesn't have the human intelligence of Elunis.

The restlessness of the latter, under the timely cover of Lanlos, did not attract anyone's attention.

"I need time to deploy the portal, although the orcs have just retreated, it is not impossible to attack again, I need cover. ”

Lothar glanced at Lanlos on the side and nodded, "How long?"

"Three hours. ”

Looking at Medivan's casual demeanor as if chattering, the bitterness at the corners of Lanlos's mouth almost turned into substance. Remember Archbishop Ossar of the Draenei in the first place? Even with the help of his assistants, it took a whole night to open the portal, and Medivan actually shortened the time several times in such an understatement tone......

Hawkers, after all, the distance is a lot worse, which is understandable.

Lanlos nodded as if hypnotized, but then froze at the sound of Lothar's chuckle.

"Haha, that's good, then the cover will be left to you. ”

Meow meow meow??? when did I become a coolie again?

"Hurry up, I'...... Huh?" Medivan was just about to urge the other party, when the eyes of the crow wood carving at the top of the staff suddenly bloomed with two faint but non-negligible blue-purple lights.

"Is there something wrong?" Seeing that the old friend's face became solemn, Lothar asked with great concern.

After a brief silence, Medivin shook his head: "No, it's nothing. ”

Neither of them saw it, and Lanlos, who was not far away, slowly lowered his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows staring directly at Madison's back with a complex and deliberate emotion.

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How long has it been since you've been in this situation?

Hidden in the shadows, the middle-aged man with a gloomy face pulled a heartfelt smile, although stiff, but from the bottom of his heart.

Puff~

Not far away, around the corner, two figures were cast on the wall by a faint flickering candle flame, almost overlapping each other, and with the sound of something slowly tearing apart, one of them fell feebly, leaving another slightly rickety shadow.

"Sorry, uninvited guests are not welcome in Karazan. ”

The voice sounded as if it came from a bottomless abyss in the dim corridor, but awkwardly, his tone was as polite as a famous family.

"This is just a warning, lost adventurers, if you leave at once, the master will not be punished. ”

Warn?

The smile on the middle-aged man's face expanded to the extreme, even to the point of distortion.

For a long time, only oneself has warned others, where is the turn of others to warn oneself?

It's really, itchy.

"This butler is handed over to me, the rest of the people, to go to the terrace to look for clues. The middle-aged man looked at the remaining surviving subordinates in the shadows, and tightened the dagger in his hand with a little excitement, "No one can insult Ravenhold's reputation, not outsiders, and neither can you." ”

"If you can't complete the mission, don't come back to see me!"

"Yes!"

Several stalkers responded in unison, and the next moment, with the faint sound of the wind echoing, they disappeared from the dim space almost instantaneously.

"I said, Karazan is not welcome ......"

Ding, Ding—

The sound of metal clashing interrupted Morros's speech, and with a sense of crisis engulfing his body, a throwing knife sparked on the wall around the corner, flying towards his brow at an extremely tricky angle.

With a slight movement of his footsteps, Morros's seemingly aging body suddenly burst out with astonishing agility, and Yu Qianjun dodged it in a flash. However, the next moment, an imperceptible sound of wind came to him.

While!

The sharp daggers slammed together, and the flying sparks illuminated Moros's old face, which was as thin as an ancient tree, and also illuminated the face of the middle-aged man who flew forward.

That's, Jorazi Ravenhod!