Although he was very puzzled by Medivan's brainless words, looking at the autograph of the guardian on the booklet in his hand, the strong curiosity drove Khadgar to let go of the idea of getting to the bottom of the matter, and opened it with a little excitement.

Although Medivan had always been oblivious to Kenrito, there was no written record of any conflict between the two sides in Khadgar's memory.

In other words, there is no need for an astral mage to be an enemy of Kenrito. Even if you may embarrass yourself because you don't like it, it's not to the extent of deliberately putting your life at risk.

That's right, this notebook, written by Medivan himself, tells him how to get around the current Karazan Library safely.

At least my new mentor is still very reasonable.

Looking at the detailed records on it, Khadgar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, the hiring that Medivan mentioned before was not to make things difficult for Khadgar, and the things on the note were not obscure new spells, but more of an easy-to-understand note, as well as ......

After a quick throughthrough, Khadgar looked up, took a deep breath, and cautiously walked into the library.

Beyond the piles of clutter and books in the doorway, Khadgar stopped at the edge of the floor fault, and as he raised his hand, a subtle wisp of wind blew the dust off his feet, revealing a dazzlingly complex circular circle.

After a moment of careful scrutiny, the apprentice shook his head, unable to discern the mystery with his current knowledge. Immediately, he stood up to the circle as the notes had written, and as the magic poured from his body into the array of spells beneath his feet, a pale blue shimmer completely enveloped him.

When the light in front of him dissipated, Khadgar immediately turned his head.

The position of the gate was several times the distance from him, and at this moment, he had stepped over the crack and came to a floor that floated in the air.

For convenience, Medivan inscribed at least one teleportation circle on each piece of shattered floor. Yes, just for convenience......

Remembering Dalaran's precious magic, guarded by a special person, Khadgar couldn't help but speak.

However, with such a safe and convenient way to go back and forth, his work will be much less burdensome.

Khadgar's face flashed with joy when he came back to his senses, and then he finally had the leisure to take a look at the strange library.

One, two, three......

it, when will this Nima be cleaned?!!!

As far as he could see, large and small shattered floors filled his field of vision, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the boundaries at all......

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"Enemy attack!"

Dusk had just fallen, and suddenly a terrible and loud roar came from the Elwin Line, followed by a green tide across the river.

Looking at the orc troops flowing across the river, Lothar's brows pressed together. These orcs are too arrogant.

In fact, he is not the only one who thinks this way.

"Orgrim, quick, let them retreat!" Grabbing his old friend's arm, Durontan's voice was full of eagerness.

The river separating the forest is neither deep nor wide, but in the jungle, the terrain is too conspicuous. Orcs are not immortal, and it is conceivable what will happen when exposed to the regular forces of humans for a long time.

"That's the Warsong Clan. Orgrim lifted the hammer in his hand, and with great difficulty suppressed the flames in his chest, "The Overseers sent by Grom are impulsive battle maniacs, and I can't stop them. ”

Reckless!

Looking at the Warsong Orc Overseers who rode wolf at the top, Durotan gritted his teeth. He had planned to wait until late at night, when the orcs of the Broken Hand Clan sneaked across the river and dropped the sentry to buy time for the march of the large army. Without the advantage of terrain, the fragile defense line created by these skinny creatures could not stop the wrath of the orcs.

But now......

"We have to attack now. ”

Orgrim froze, his eyes wide as he turned to Durontan.

Aren't you still in a hurry to stop it last second?

"We can't afford to watch the Warsong Clan die. Although the other party did not say anything, Durotan knew this old friend very well, and he knew what the other party was thinking, "For the future of the tribe, we must win." ”

After a brief silence, Orgrim nodded heavily: "For the tribe!"

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As the Overseer of the Warsong Clan, has always been the fastest and most ruthless one, and his strength and status have been snatched by himself on the brink of death again and again.

A battle-hardened warrior like this will generally have more or less knowledge and mastery of strategy and planning, however, he is different.

Or rather, most orcs are different.

The demon's blood gave them great strength, and as their power exploded, the orcs tasted the sweetness they had never tasted.

Yes, if something can be solved with an axe, why use so many brains?

It's so simple and brutal that it's no different from a beast......

Looking at the noisy human defense line on the shore, showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, but soon, the scarlet eyes reflected thin lines that passed quickly.

Shout!

The sharp sound of breaking through the air passed by, and reflexively turned his head, and an arrow plunged deep into the chest of the warsong orc next to him.

However, it is only an arrow......

Stimulated by the pain, the orc burst into a roar of rage, and just as he tried to urge the wolf forward, the sound of the wind breaking in a series flooded the sky.

How many humans are in the Elwyn Line?

The orcs never thought about it too much.

For the first time, for the first time, the Storm Kingdom had no chance to organize a large-scale effective resistance because the Horde was advancing so fast. It was also the first time that the orcs had seen that under the requirements of discipline, system, and orders, these weak creatures, who were more than twice as thin as themselves, could also burst out with strength that surprised them.

After a month of fighting, Lothar had already seen the power of these green-skinned beasts, and instead of gathering a large number of infantry and cavalry in previous battles, he chose more crossbowmen.

Compared with the elves, the long-range strike capabilities of human troops are much less accurate and lethal, but the advantage in the population base makes them not to be underestimated.

If you can't shoot an arrow, you can't die? Then two, three, ten arrows......

This is also the reason why Lothar chose to build a defensive line in this place, human crossbowmen are difficult to play in the woodland, but with such a river to widen the battlefield, its threat is incalculable.

Raindrops of arrows cut through the air in a terrifying arc, only to hear the sound of cloth being pierced, the scarlet blood instantly stained the river, and even the sunset reflected in it became solemn and bloody.

Compared to the tall bodies of orcs, human arrows are a little petite, but their lethality is eye-catching, especially when facing a berserker like the orc, who does not wear heavy armor and has many spots.

Several volleys fell, and one after another, wolves and orcs who had been sieveed by the range fell and faded away along the scarlet stream.

Although he used the wide axe back to block in time, in the face of such a dense volley, also had several arrows stuck in his body. However, the experience of fighting on the brink of life and death for many years allowed him to perfectly protect against fatal injuries, and this injury, which only made him feel pain, did not have much impact on his actions.

The pain and the feeble death of his companion fueled's anger, and in a war cry of savage and fury, he jumped up with both hands on the back of the wolf's neck, and stomped down to the horse's terrible wail.

Boom!

The sound of the spine shattering seemed so clear, so harsh in this scarlet space. As the wolf that had been trampled to death fell powerlessly into the water,, who had jumped with the help of his strength, leaped up under the horrified gaze of the humans, like a meteor, and in an instant crossed the stream and landed heavily on the river beach.

“LoK’tar ogar！”

A deafening roar soared into the sky, and even the air around him trembled faintly, and the human shooter who was about to aim his crosshair at him couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and his face turned pale in a very tacit understanding.

There was fear in those eyes.