Tirisfal Glades, Spider Canyon.

Even in the middle of the day, the area is still covered in thick fog, and oppressive dark clouds fill the sky, making the whole area dark and damp.

On top of the cliff, an old, dusty tall tower is almost embedded in the rock wall.

The Tower of Tirisfar, it seems, has been completely devoid of the living since the battle with Merrell and Casanatyr.

Looking up at the dilapidated building, Lanlos stood still for a long time before he lifted his feet forward, and as the rusty hinges let out a sharp wail, the door slowly pushed open, and a dim light cast into the gloomy hall barely illuminated his path.

Because of the breeze pouring in from outside, a thick layer of dust quickly moved forward from under his feet, slowly rising up.

Barren, that's the adjective that first comes to Lanlos's mind.

As he thought, this place has not been visited for a long time. The hall was in shambles from the battle of twenty years ago, with rubble and various broken wooden planks scattered in all directions, and there was not even a single intact floor to rest on.

Terrey, who had also experienced the battle, looked at this unchanging sight, and a little emotion appeared on her face, and at the same time, she turned to look at the elf: "Why are you here?"

yes, why? It doesn't look like a place where there are living people.

But who says I'm here looking for the living?

"Have you forgotten?" the elven mage smiled lightly, and with that handsome and soft face, people couldn't help but trust, "Someone still owes us a result." ”

"You mean...... Not to mention whether he is still alive or not, he has a powerful demon hidden in him, and maybe what happened to the Council of Tirisfa has nothing to do with him. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and Terré didn't seem to have much hope for Lanloth's plan.

"Nope. The latter, on the contrary, was confident himself, "If I had to say who would be left in the end by the Council of Tirisfar, I am sure that it would not be me, but him." ”

"Am I right, Merrell Evilwind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, in the depths of the dimly lit hall, the dust-drowned wooden chairs pierced with a sharp grinding sound, and 'it' moved.

No, it should be the person sitting on it who moved.

The heavy dust slowly slid down with his movements, like a gray waterfall, drowning his ankles.

With the crisp sound of bones intertwining, he turned his head, and two beams of miserable soul fire looked at the two men at the door without any emotion.

After a long silence, they finally rippled.

"Lanloth, you're back. ”

An understatement, but with a frowning amount of information.

"Even if that happened, do you still think I'm not dead?"

"I believe in your potential. Waking up from a long slumber, the necromancer was clearly not used to it, and the hoarse voice made the listener feel a tingling in the eardrums.

"I trust Elunis's vision even more. ”

These silenced Lanros.

He had no clue when he was first taken by the Staff of the Protector, but after two cross-border teleportations, he had a new understanding of the concept of time in this world.

"You've grown a lot. Staring at the other's barely blemish countenance, and the blue eyes that sparkled like jewels, Merrell's old and stiff flesh pulled into an envious expression.

Touching his eyes, Lan Luos couldn't smile at all: "I have also lost a lot." ”

Without dwelling on the subject, Merrell straightened her dusty shabby robes, "You shouldn't come back, though, at least, not now. ”

"I know. ”

"Someone is chasing us. ”

"I know. ”

"And it's almost successful. ”

"I know. ”

"That person wasn't me. ”

"I know. ”

......

Silence, long silence.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit hall became oppressive for a while, making it difficult to breathe.

"Then why are you coming back?" said Merrell's pale cheeks with imperceptible sadness.

Even if he is an undead, he still has his own soul, he still has feelings.

It had been many years since Merrell sealed the Dreadlord Kasanatir in his body, but it was a sensational event that he helped create the first Guardian.

There must be a number of high-level executives who can understand this secret.

Coupled with the fact that Magnus also fell because of the Dreadlord Ursales, Merrell had no way to appear in the eyes of the world.

Besides, he's still an undead.

He can't do anything, nothing but a person who is quietly stupid here.

Some people may say, as an undead soul who has lived for thousands of years, isn't it strange that life and death are parted?

Compassion and reluctance to be reluctant to lose and pass away is the most basic human nature, and it is because of this that Merrell can suppress the Dreadlord who keeps whispering in his head.

Staring at the other party's dim eyes, Lan Luostang paused, and said softly as if talking to himself: "You owe me a favor." ”

Merrell's eyes trembled, and a surprising conjecture struck him in his mind, but he still responded in a flat tone, "What you see is all I have. ”

The Necromancer smiled self-deprecatingly and leaned sideways to give up the view behind him, as if to 'show off' his possessions.

A ruin.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you anything but blessings. ”

Lan Luos's gaze was always on the other party's body, so sharp that people didn't dare to look directly: "No, what I want is you." ”

Not knowing what was in mind, Teregosa's slender brow furrowed fiercely, and she glanced at the elven mage with a frightened and unusual gaze.

Sensing this uncomfortable gaze, Lan Luostoned and quickly added, "I need your strength. ”

"to rebuild the Tiris's method. ”

He stood in the doorway, the faint sunlight streaming down from his back, contrasting sharply with the dimness of the hall ahead.

Merrell couldn't make out his expression, only his blue gaze, which sparkled like a jewel, and was determined.

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What happened to Draenor completely changed Lanlos's mentality.

Indeed, he is not the original soul of this plane, he is just an alien. But he's living here, he's living here, he's blending in.

Gold glows everywhere it goes, and then it's either stolen by thieves and sold as a commodity, or swallowed by curious beasts.

That's where he is, like Choure said, even if he doesn't do anything, he's still a ticking time bomb.

He didn't want to be banished or eliminated, so he could only rise up.

If you are in a hurry, the dog will jump over the wall.

However, this did not mean that he alone would survive the siege of the Burning Legion and other forces. In order to survive, he must participate in this competition as a winner.

If you want to fight, you have to win.

And first, he had to have a sufficiently strong force at hand. It's like Sargeras to the Burning Legion, Mediven to the Orcs.

He has an innate advantage, he is the last Tiris.