The sharp dagger was like the fangs of a wild beast, and it bit at the back of the victim's neck, except for the faint sound of flesh being torn, and the neck pillar collided violently with the metal, emitting a dull and terrifying explosion.

Poof!

Looking at the fallen Moros, Jorazi took out a clean silk handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood from the blade, and gently threw it forward. Then, without looking back, he walked forward.

What he didn't notice was that the handkerchief landed on top of Moros's head, just in the range of the candlelight. Under the dim orange-red light, the color on the handkerchief was not the usual scarlet, but a deep black brown.

Towards the end of the room, Joraczi's vision brightened, and his gaze swept over the oddly laid out decorations, and soon settled on the pedestal in the center, decorated with fine floral carvings and silks.

On the top of the soft bag, a crystal ball with a light blue shimmer all over his body reflected his field of vision.

"I've lost a lot of people for this little thing. Approaching, Chorazzi did not rush to take the booty into his arms, but carefully examined it for a while, and then took out a handkerchief with an intricate pattern and carefully wrapped it.

"Better not let me down. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the duke's figure disappeared into the room like a mirror.

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The feeling of weightlessness came and went as fast as it came, and by the time Lanlos had stabilized his senses, the noise in his ears almost drowned him out.

Under the night, clusters of orange-red dense firelight extended from all sides into the distance, reflecting the shining stars in the sky, and for a while, it was difficult to divide the boundary between heaven and earth.

Stormwind, Elwin's Banner of Immortality.

Whether it was, is, or will be, the humans of this territory have used their indomitable will to save their country from crises again and again, and have told the world again and again with their actions: no matter what you go through, Stormwind will live forever!

"What are you doing?"

Beside him, Lothar's voice interrupted Lanlos's thoughts.

The latter shook his head slightly: "Just a little surprised, it seems to be bigger than the last time I came?"

Lothar knew that he was talking about the scale of Stormwind City, and suddenly couldn't help but show a proud look: "Nothing is set in stone, and we, are getting better and better." ”

"It would be great if everyone could do what you say they would. Lanlos smiled lightly, didn't linger on the topic, and strode towards Stormwind Fortress, "Let's go, King Ryan is still waiting for us." ”

Behind him, the massive portal gradually lost its brilliance, disappearing into the night as if it had never been there. As for Medivan and Khadgar, they didn't come with them to Stormwind.

As for the reason......

Looking beyond the walls, Lanros frowned imperceptibly.

It took so long to tell what happened to Draenor, and I hope it wasn't in vain.

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Magic surged, and the top of the dark and silent Tower of Karazan bloomed with a brilliant magical light. After a few moments, dead silence returned.

Teleportation magic is easy to use, but there are two essential conditions. The first is to consume outrageously expensive materials to create space signs, and secondly, the high mana consumption. Even Medivan would not have chosen such a luxurious mode of transportation unless it was necessary.

In order to save money, with the support of Stormwind, Medivan kept two griffons in captivity for transportation. But now, he actually took Khadgar and abandoned his mount and returned directly to this place with teleportation magic.

Why......

"Is something wrong, Sensei?" Khadgar's ability to read words and expressions was much more reliable than his age seemed.

"Didn't you notice?" said Medivan as he walked down the stairs with his feet up, "Moros didn't come out to meet us. ”

Leaving the rooftop and walking inside the Mage Tower, Khadgar finally noticed something unusual.

In the dim light of the candlelight, the steps, walls, and even the ceiling, several traces covered in splashes of scarlet color made him tense his nerves.

That is, blood......

Judging by the extent and magnitude of the blood spatter, the victim must have suffered a fatal blow, however, there was no body.

If it weren't for the pink-tinge irregular blocks glued to the wall, Khadgar would have thought it was some kind of wild-style abstract mural that he hadn't even noticed.

After he and Medivan left, Moros was the only one who could leave such traces. But the blood stains on the walls were scattered all over Karazhan, and its owner was obviously not an old butler who was old and frail.

That is, someone invaded?

Because of this ridiculous conjecture, Khadgar smiled absurdly. Who would dare trespass into the Guardian's abode, who would invade the realm of the greatest mage of the day?

"You guessed it right. Ahead, Medivan suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, and showed his side face to Khadgar behind him, "In the time we were leaving, there were a few rats sneaking in here. ”

"Including, now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Medivan reached out with his left hand like lightning, grabbing the air in front of him like the claws of a falcon.

Airplanes!

A swift and crisp chirp rang in his ears, and when Khadgar came back to his senses, several purple auras filled with complex symbols appeared in parallel in front of him. Because of the glow of magic, a figure wrapped in a ring gradually became clear in his vision.

In an instant, Khadgar's pupils turned into pinpoints from extreme horror!

The fangs protruding from the lips, the pointed ears, and the emblematic green skin...... Despite the fact that this person is about the same size as a normal human, there is no doubt that she is an orc!

Yes, she ......

Roar!

The rare female orc struggled, the tight leather armor creaking at her movements, the warcry no less inferior to that of the male orc, filled with a palpitating rage.

Unfortunately, under the Guardian's arcane prison, she couldn't break free from the seemingly ethereal aura of magic.

Although he had not been able to witness the battle of the Elwyn Line, the bloody battlefield still left an indelible mark on Khadgar's young heart, and now he couldn't help but nervous when he saw a living enemy at such a close distance.

However, in the next second, something happened that made Khadgar almost bite off his tongue.

The arcane prison that shone with a steady glow dissipated directly under the wave of Medivan's hand.

"Teacher!" Khadgar exclaimed involuntarily as he looked at the orc who fell to the ground and slowly got up.

"Don't be nervous, Khadgar. Medivan let the other party get closer, "She's not an enemy. ”

"So, you're Garona, aren't you?" said Medivan to the orc, in a language Khadgar had never heard before.

The orc paused, looked at the two of them with a dangerous and wary gaze for a few moments before nodding.

"Well, it looks like someone left something unclean on you. Medivan smiled, his tone full of disdain.

Then, under Garona's horrified gaze, he lifted his slender fingers.

"Ah!!h

A terrible wail resounded throughout the Tower of Karazhan, and Khadgar couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart as he listened to the familiar roar of all his might. Of course, what really unsettled him was, why was his teacher able to communicate with orcs?