Merrell's violently fluttering eyes betrayed his emotions, but he really couldn't face Lanlos's speech calmly.

"You ......" opened his mouth, but the Necromancer couldn't continue.

But what he meant was simple, and it hurt.

"Why should I, right?" Lanloth smiled as he looked at the embarrassed archmage, "It's simple, I can close the portal of the Burning Legion, and besides, I'm the last person in the Council of Tiris. ”

Indeed, not to mention the strength of Lanros, he is the only person in the eyes of the world who has the right to inherit the property of the Tirisfa Council.

Despite the devastating blow to Parliament, there is no doubt that the legacy of its legacy is enormous.

Although Kenrito said that it was for the purpose of collecting evidence, he did not organize the secret law stronghold.

But in fact, this is also to avoid suspicion.

Kenrito is the largest spellcaster organization in Dalaran, but not the only one. Under the watchful eye of other groups of mages, large and small, if they touched the wealth left behind by the Tyrith Law Council, it would inevitably cause strife.

Even Kenrito is reluctant to face the condemnation of the masses.

Now it's different, and the rightfully important members of the Tyrisfa Council are back. Not to mention the issue of his strength, the value that this identity can bring alone can make the entire Dalaran hot.

Don't forget, the collection of books in the Secret Festival covers countless books, both ancient and modern.

Antonidas and Kael'thas are the leaders who are the most sensitive to these things, and that's what drives them to get closer to Lanloth.

For mages, knowledge is power, but also wealth.

"Are you serious?" Merrell's voice trembled.

"No......" Before the other party could respond, the undead archmage suddenly shook his head, "You don't know our current situation at all, Council of Tiris, it's over......"

"If you choose to be forgotten alone, and don't have the courage to fight, then I can understand that. Lanlos directly interrupted Merrell's confused and timid speech, "But, even a little, as long as you have a little sympathy and anger for the loss of your companion. ”

Stretching out his hand, Lan Luos's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and with his low and loud words, it was impossible to refute it at all.

"Join me!"

The cold, damp wind kicked up a cloud of dust, disturbing Lanloth's long gray hair, and causing the white light in Merrell's eyes to writhe.

I don't know how long it took, but even Lanlos felt the soreness in his arm. In the end, he seemed to give up, shook his head helplessly, and put down his outstretched hand.

Turning around, taking a step, Lanlos left in one go, without the slightest bit of mud and water.

While!

The sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded behind him, forcing the elven mage's footsteps to hang in midair.

Looking back, Lanlos realized that Merrell had an extra item in his hand at some point.

It was a hideous scythe, topped by a demonic skull with horns, the scarlet edge of which was like a tongue sticking out of its mouth.

Ursalus Reaper Against the Wind.

"Even then, do you still need me?"

Looking at the necromancer's self-deprecating and lonely stiff smile, Lanlos held this position for a long time, and finally, that extremely charming voice echoed in this dim space.

"In this world, everyone is qualified to doubt you, but I am the only one, no!"

The turbulent air swelled with a suffocating heat and oppression, and the pitch-black mist spread silently, engulfing the ruins at Lanloth's feet, drowning out the faint light behind him.

Merrell could only see the darkness that was deeper than the night, and the emerald and hideous twisted tattoos in the darkness, and more importantly, the burning eyes that seemed to ignite his own flesh and soul, and even everything around him.

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Under the clear sky, a dark green grove of trees was densely clustered, almost completely submerging everything below. The climate here is hot and humid, because of the influence of these low and lush greenery, a large amount of fresh water resources are stored in this land, forming a whole swamp, and at the same time, it also nurtures a different kind of local people.

Unknown birds of prey hovered back and forth in the air, their eyes like arrows, easily piercing through the cracks in the trees. An imperceptible black color flashed through it, and it immediately folded its wings and swooped down like a meteor.

There was a sharp hissing in the air, and with a long roar, an arm-thick python appeared from its sharp claws. No matter how much the latter struggled, he could not escape the claws that penetrated his body deeply.

However, before the birds of prey could take to the skies to enjoy a delicious meal, a bush suddenly fell overhead. It was clearly a giant bird-catcher spider that had eaten the golden kola!

The green spider, stronger than a calf, instantly threw the bird to the ground, and in the latter's panicked scream, tore open the prey's head with its unspeakably thick chelicera.

The Dark Swamp, both in terms of the overall environment and the brutal and bloody rules of survival here, are worthy of its name.

However, this raw competition did not attract the attention of Medivan. Dressed in a highly symbolic robe adorned with raven feathers, he stood motionless in the middle of a large clearing.

Around him, the trees and the land were noticeably different from the rest of the Dark Swamp.

It was as if it had been sacked by a devastating storm, and within a radius of 100 meters, there was no grass and nothing.

The only thing that is there is a tall square-framed building.

It looks like a door made of three long boulders, and the stones on each side are carved with a nameless statue standing with a sword. The wide cloak completely submerged the face, revealing only the scarlet and evil eyes that flickered.

This obviously did not grow naturally, and even this clearing was clearly constructed with some kind of terrifying and savage force.

Standing in front of the stone door, Medivan stared at the center of the door, as if he could see the other side even without the magic infusion.

Maybe he could.

The wind that weaved through the moor suddenly became noisy, and the Guardian looked up, his dark eyes flashing a chilling green light.

As he raised his arms, the wind howled, and the stone gate seemed to become the eye of the storm, absorbing the air around him unscrupulously into the center.

Soon, a dark light quickly filled the entire stone gate from the periphery inward.

The sparkling points of light are irregularly distributed in it, and it looks like a projection of a starry sky.

The agitated magic quickly calmed down, and the starry sky projection reflected in Medivan's eyes suddenly rippled in layers. With one long battle cry after another, a sturdy and tall figure appeared in his sight.

Beneath the green skin, there are strong muscles of explosive power, and the scarlet eyes reveal a familiar anger and bloodlust.

That's, orcs......