At the top of the snow-capped mountains, beautiful and massive supernatural creatures weave back and forth in the clouds. Every slap of the dragon's wings will set off large snowflakes, which are crystal clear under the diffuse of sunlight.

Khao Dhao Dara is the highest in the whole of Northrend, not only because of its location, but more importantly, because of its tower.

Nexus.

In the center of the Eternal Eye, surrounded by boundless silence, a giant dragon far larger than the rest of the blue dragons crouched quietly in it, and with each rhythm of his long and melodious breath, the rainbow of focus around him would bloom with a faint magical light.

Tranquility and tranquility, like a boundless dream.

However, an abrupt light shattered the beauty and disturbed the dragon king's sleep.

"So, what about Tyri?" Malygos took a deep breath as he watched the embarrassed blue dragons appear in front of him, and his voice echoed through the endless plane, as if an endless cold wind had suddenly blown.

Slowly raising her head, Teregosa's eyes flashed with countless unwillingness and self-blame, but in the end, they all turned into a long sigh: "It's a long story......"

"Karazan?" said the artificially dug hub of the magic web, and a palpable look of disgust flashed across Malygos's face. The Blue Dragon Faith Order, a heresy born out of destruction and serendipity, is not so popular.

"You saw it too. Instead of dwelling on the mistakes of 10,000 years ago, Malygos focused on these young men, "The will of mortals, weakened, pinning their hopes on these ants, what else can they do but bring destruction and disaster?"

"But, Father, this ......"

Hearing the other party's words, Terré wanted to open her mouth to argue, but she couldn't find a reason. It is true that she does not like mortals, but whether it is Lanloth or the Council of Tirisfa, it proves that mortals are worth and powerful, and the dragons respect the strong.

Seeing the other party like this, Malygos closed his eyes and did not speak, but his deep voice still spread far away: "Saragossa, how is the plan I said before being prepared?"

Not far away, a slender and beautiful blue dragon came with wings outstretched, kneeling in front of the dragon king very respectfully: "My lord, the first batch of experimental specimens is already being tested, but because of some defects, it must be supervised by an adult blue dragon." ”

"But there is a serious shortage of manpower, and it is estimated that it is already our limit to spread the Turbulence Needle throughout Kodara. ”

"How much time will it take to improve them?"

"It's hard to say, after all, it's a Titan creation, and if you want to improve it professionally, I'm afraid it won't be easy. ”

"That said, we need mage allies. "Looking into the distance, Malygos's gaze seemed to penetrate the dimensional barrier of the Eternal Eye, pointing in a certain direction in Azeroth, a magical realm.

"Turbulent Needle, Father, are you ......" The familiar name finally evoked Tyre's long-term memory, and when she realized what the other party wanted to do, Princess Blue Dragon's face suddenly appeared with extreme horror.

"Arcane is the source of order, and order is the meaning and mission of our existence. Without denying Terrey's speculation, Malygos slowly got up, his wide wings covering the sky and the sun spread out in response, and the majesty of an epic powerhouse made it impossible to look directly at its toned and massive body.

"Look at what these mortals have done with the power of the arcane, destruction, war, I will not allow them to squander the glory of my people. ”

"If necessary, I will take away their self-righteous power with my own hands!"

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Broken walls everywhere, crumbling walls and floor-to-ceiling windows are pulled away from gravity by the restless magic, slowly floating in the air, circling around the brilliant light in the center.

It once had the richest collection of books in all of Azeroth, and once held a myriad of coveted magical knowledge and countless interesting anecdotes.

And now, this place has been shattered by an explosion, and even the space has been severely damaged, and the barriers between planes have become fragile, as if there is a possibility of encountering spatial turbulence and reaching another world at any time in this space.

The explosion of the Magic Fountain was not as devastating as expected, it only destroyed the library, whether it was the astrological platform on the upper level or the opera house on the lower level, at least it seemed that it was still functioning.

Walking on the shattered floor, Medivan looked down from time to time, and what caught his eye was not the field or ruins, but the void and the astral plane with no end in sight.

That's right, that torrent of magic not only destroyed the entire library, but also stuffed the entire area of the library between different planes. Factors such as time and space, including gravity and air, have become unpredictable because of this.

Reaching out and grasping a stone floating in the air, Medivan slowly poured magic into it. Soon, fine cracks spread all over it. After a short time, it was as if it had been weathered for countless years, and the stones gradually fell apart and disappeared.

Surveying everything around him in amazement, the Astral Mage continued for a moment, slowly approaching the area of magical turbulence in the center.

However, to his surprise, someone actually arrived here first.

The wide black robe concealed his figure, and even Medivan still couldn't tell the other party's name from the rickety back.

"Who are you?"

There was no reply, the man just slowly crouched down and slowly stretched out his hand towards the area where the magic was turbulent. Looking at the other party's shriveled palm, which was so pale that there was not the slightest trace of blood, Medivan seemed to think of something, frowned, but put away his hostility and magic.

Soon, a scarlet scythe appeared in the man's hand, and that was the goal of Medivan's trip.

"You can't handle this weapon, so it's safer to keep it with me. The man didn't look back, his rotten voice like the whisper of a dying man, and it took Madison a great deal of effort to hear it.

"Are you so sure?"

In the face of the guardian's questioning, the man paused slightly, and then turned around, his pale face showing the rotten aura of a dead man, and the eyes that lingered with soul fire showed his identity.

The first undead, Merrell Evilwind.

"I have experience. An ominous green color was fleeting in his eyes, and Merrell's voice, though like coming from a cemetery, vaguely revealed a hint of confidence.

Without replying, Medivan just quietly stared at the headwind reaper in the other party's hand, and only looked at him for a while: "Are you here for it?"

Shaking his head, Merrell's hoarse voice did not show the slightest fluctuation of emotion: "Our enemy will soon return, I just came to make sure, you ......"

"After this happened, do you really think that the Council of Tirisfa still has the value of existing?" Despite the fact that the other party was an elder, Medivan did not respect the old and love the young, and the disdain in his words was not too obvious.

Merrell didn't have any reason to refute this, just shook his head and said in an increasingly gloomy voice: "Existence is reasonable, and the fact that the Tirisfa Council did not go along with Magnus is enough to explain everything. ”

In the face of Merrell's defense, Medivan was unmoved. Seeing him like this, the former just sighed lightly and left the place in a burst of magical light: "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." ”

Staring at the empty and cracked pool, a touch of anger flashed in his eyes.

For what? for this chaotic and filthy world? ridiculous......

Raising his hand in the air and grabbing it, Medivan slowly spread out the things in his hand in front of him. This is an illustration from an ancient book, and although it has been torn apart beyond recognition by the torrent of magic, it is vaguely recognizable as the blue-faced and fanged demons, and the ancient heroes who stand in the way of the demons.

Heroes from all races.

Ten thousand years ago, Azeroth won a crushing victory in the Battle of the Ancients, a hard-won victory that was the result of the combined efforts of mortals, dragons, demigods, beasts, and nature.

Even so, the whole world was devastated.

Look at the current era, the estrangement between ethnic groups in various places is gradually estranged, disputes are continuous, and wars are frequent, and the unity of the people of the past has long been gone. Azeroth is now unable to regain its former glory.

His own personal experience is irrefutable proof of this.

Humans and trolls fight each other over trivial matters, and hostility between organizations, kingdoms, and clans grows, often fueling bloodshed for unfounded reasons.

Medivin knew that the disastrous victory 10,000 years ago had only temporarily repelled the Burning Legion, and had not completely wiped it out at all. And he knew that the invasion of the enemy was only a matter of time.

A blue flame burst into flames at his fingertips, and in an instant, the shattered illustration turned to ashes.

Someone has to step up, there has to be a strong hand to set things right, to eradicate the chaos that has afflicted Azeroth, to eradicate all the sources of division, to the country, to the culture, to the government, and even to the king!

Looking up, Medivan's sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the infinitely extended distance, reaching the hole at the top, the hole connecting the astrological platform.

Then he saw the astral compass that was still spinning, and a distant star in the starry sky that reflected the light on the compass.

In order to accomplish this mission, he Medivan needs an army......

The faint green streamer flashed in the Guardian's eyes, and no one knew how similar Medivan's thoughts at the moment were to the dark Titan who had betrayed the gods and tried to destroy the worlds.