The library was still very small, but the eerie stretch of a bottomless dream was gone.

The open space is almost leveled to the ground, and you can see it at a glance. The height of the dome above has also become reasonable, and the overall estimate is roughly equivalent to the area of one or two basketball courts plus the height of four floors.

The turbulence and chasms of the twisted dimension are gone, and the reason is the icy head that covers almost the entire library.

Everywhere Lanlos could see, it was covered in a thick layer of ice. From the ice ridge that radiated outward, it could be seen that the force that froze the entire precarious space of the library erupted from beneath him.

Mantra: Tenacity.

With the help of the strength brought by strengthening his physique, Lanloth grabbed Edrruin, slowly sat up straight, glanced at the mana that had recovered fairly quickly under Elunis's bonus, and hurriedly threw himself a few healing spells with the holy light.

The weakness subsided, and Lan Luos, whose hands and feet were finally able to move normally, saw in a blink of an eye that where he had just fallen, a staff with a whole body shining with a clear blue streamer.

His body gradually recovered, and Lanloth's memories slowly became complete.

He vaguely remembered that after using the Void Torrent at the last moment to release the almost explosive frenzy value, he was severely distrained and free-fell downward.

Then he felt a force of gravity hit his chest, and a cold touch hit his back, and the remnants of the dark shadow that had eaten away at his body surged along the cold, and he couldn't remember what happened after that.

Looking at Ebony Cold, Lanloth's attention shifted to the other party's data feedback.

Black ice?

Lanlos looked away and glanced at the icy world.

Sure enough, those ice worlds that should have been snow-white shone with a dim and gloomy streamer. The cold and the darkness are intertwined, and I don't know if the shadows are impregnated with the ice, or if the ice freezes the shadows.

It is worthy of the artifact used by the first generation of guardians, and the originally chaotic and fragile space has been frozen.

Speaking of which......

Coming back to his senses, Lanros looked at the girl lying in his arms.

Gianna Proudmoore

mankind

Medium-sized humanoids

Health: 86%

Mana: 9%

Attributes: Strength 10, Agility 11, Intelligence 21, Constitution 11, Perception 13, Charisma 19

The power of activating Ebony Cold depleted her mana, but fortunately her health was still in a safe range.

Thinking that he had been saved by such a girl, Lan Luos couldn't help but squeeze out a slightly bitter smile.

It's not the macho self-esteem, but along the way, no matter how you look at it, this girl can't wait to die on the spot. But at the critical moment, her unhesitating actions deeply touched Lanlos.

Holding the girl's delicate body, let her change to a more comfortable position to lie in her arms, Lanlos gently brushed away the messy hair on her forehead, looking at the exquisite and moving beauty of the heavens, Lanlos gradually became distracted.

Although an elven mage with a keystone in his hand can return to Azeroth no matter what dimension he falls into, opening the interdimensional portal requires not only the keystone itself to have sufficient energy, but also a strong enough force to activate it as the holder of the Keystone's soul.

At least so far, he hasn't regained that strength.

The space-time of the dimensional rift was chaotic and distorted, and when he broke free, he didn't know how many years had passed in this life, and maybe before he could regain his strength, the spatial turbulence would tear him to pieces and turn him into dust in the endless void.

This time, he really owes a great favor.

Thinking that not long ago, he was ashamed to enlighten this girl, telling her not to care about what she owes or not, who knew that the feng shui would rotate so soon, and the bitterness on Lan Luos's face became even stronger.

However, he was more or less proud to be saved by such a big girl whom I had so much pity. After all, men......

'Stinky boy, you know silly music. This time it's your fate, but next time, which concubine do you expect to save you?'

A purple streamer poked out of his waist bag and slammed into Lanloth's head. The pain-stricken elf put away the delusion of whether to make a promise or not, took his infatuated gaze away from Gianna's face, and glanced at the badge-sized Elunis with a touch of old shyness.

'What do you mean by a concubine?' The speech is so ugly. ’

Elunis, the palm-sized one, was so angry that he said, 'Stinky boy, you ......'

I understand, I understand. Putting away the joke, the elven mage raised his head and looked at this lonely winter world, his deep eyes glowing with helpless and lonely colors.

Although he has already stood above the heads of most mortals since stepping into the legend, the more he understands this world, the more he realizes how small his power and existence are.

The power from the Void gave him an unprecedented level of strength and confidence, and although no one persuaded him, the power that rose rapidly as his Frenzy value grew was more seductive than any fancy words. tempted him, touching the bottom line of the taboo little by little, and sliding into the dark abyss little by little.

It would be nice if you understood. As if sensing what was going on in his mind, Elunis sighed deeply, "Even the most stable and orderly arcane energy can tear this world apart day and night, let alone the demagogic void?"

Looking at the claw-like dark dagger in his hand, Lanros's expression became heavier and heavier.

'Boy, don't listen to that old thing's, I didn't do anything. Saratas's languid voice was the opposite of the solemnity of a man and a staff, and his soft, cold voice seemed to whisper in his ear, 'It's all your choice.' ’

'The end of all things is blank, nothing, bottomless darkness. Only the void is eternal, and you have only made a choice after you have come into contact with the truth. ’

Indeed, according to the scientific theories of previous lives, even the sun would be extinguished at some point in the infinite years. The sun and moon will no longer rise, the starry sky will eventually dim, and the brilliant and gorgeous galaxy will eventually return to the void.

The world is born out of nothingness and goes to the end in nothingness, and no one knows whether there will be a new life after the end. However, this process is incomparably long, and compared to the history of mortals, it is equivalent to the sea and dust. People in previous lives don't have to care, but this life is destined to be different.

Magic has given mortals the power to explore the world, and eternity is no longer a myth. When people realize that the world will one day drown in the darkness, when they realize that all existence will lose their meaning, when they realize that wealth, power, and power as strong as Titans will all return to nothingness, embracing the infinite void seems to be the last choice.

The whispers of the shadows are not rhetoric from the ear, but little by little they remove the cloak of cruel truth in front of you, and induce you to tell yourself that the void is eternity.

"The void is eternal, what about mortals like me......" Lanlos, who was in deep thought, subconsciously opened his mouth and muttered. Hearing this, Saratas was silent, but faintly, a face that could not be seen appeared in front of the elf's eyes, revealing a strange and cold smile.

Hehe, no wonder you are so unpopular.

Staring at the terrifying vertical pupil on the gauntlet for a long time, Lanlos suddenly burst out laughing. He had secretly hated injustice for the misery of his two lives, but now he realized that he was only a microcosm of all things in the world.

In the long river of fate of endless years, the appearance of mortals is just a dispensable coincidence, and there is no place for him and them in morality, life and death, good or evil, beginning or end.

It's so desperate to look at it this way.

Lanlos laughed like a madman, but his eyes were blinding. In particular, the Eye of Sargeras, which was embedded in the pupils, was surging with evil energy, and it was like a flame that shone with a scorching crimson.

Since you are born useless, doesn't that mean that you don't lose if you lose, and you earn blood when you win?

Elunis stared at the familiar heat and brightness in the elves' eyes, and her hanging heart gradually relaxed. Yes, this guy is always like this, whether it is a mountain or a ravine, this kid's flame can always support him step by step. Even if he is so tired that he can't stand on his feet, he will definitely climb to the cliff with his hands and feet, spit on God's face, and then scold him for being a bloody dog.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just be happy.

Whether it was in the past or now, this stinky boy's temper has not changed......

Elunis's hasty glow faded, revealing an inexplicable relief.

Although Saratas, who was held in his hand by the elf, trembled slightly, the vertical pupil that seemed to hit the soul never left his face, and faintly, the smile on that blurred face expanded more and more.