It was still the same lake, it was still the same willow bank, and standing on the dense grass that he was about to get tired of seeing, Lanlos took a deep breath. The breeze sparkled on the surface of Lake Lordamere, playfully plucking the elven mage's hair, but its strength was a little stretched.

The rising magic sent a storm around Lanloth, shattering the breeze and tugging at the hem of his clothes.

The howling arcane energy was at its peak, and the terrifying might oppressed the lawn beneath Lanloth's feet, exposing the damp mud. From the perspective of a bystander, it seems as if this guy is about to explode on the spot in the next second.

Of course, this is just a delusion.

Snapping his eyes open, his eyes bursting with materialized arcane streamers, Lanloth lunged back, clenched his right fist and pulled back. The space in front of us is like a dry glue that has been pulled and kneaded, showing a strange distortion. By the time Lanloth's movements reached their limits, the air gradually took on a clear shape.

The next moment, the elven mage shouted angrily, raised his fists and rushed forward.

Rumble!

Purple translucent fists flew out like missiles, and the size of a carriage tore through the surface of the lake with unstoppable force, sinking to the bottom of the lake with an earth-shattering loud noise, disappearing into nothingness.

Eight rings spell, Magnus King Kong fist, this punch, even if the whole body is heavily armored, it has to be hammered into a discus, even a dragon can't bear it, right?

While activating Elunis' greedy mana regeneration, Lanloth smirked to himself. It's no wonder that he doesn't have concentration, the successful casting of the Vajra Fist indicates that he has finally stepped into the height of an eighth-order mage. The connection to the deeper magic web made his brain clear, and inspiration and wisdom kept emerging from the corners.

Bite~

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Lanlos

Attributes: Strength 20 (+2), Agility 19, Intelligence 29 (+5), Constitution 16, Perception 19 (+1), Charisma 26 (+15)

In addition to the increase in intelligence by 2 points, strength and agility have also increased symbolically, but this is not due to the benefits of going deep into the magic web, but due to the constant conquest and non-stop training.

Lanloth was not a simple mage, he knew this, so he did not miss the training of swordsmanship and physical fitness while improving his knowledge. It's a long-term process, and it's a very hard and boring process.

Fortunately, Lanlos is lonely and marginalized in this world, and without the interference and temptation of the outside world, he still has a lot of free time.

Thinking of this, the mage suddenly lost interest, smiled self-deprecatingly, and set about building the extremely complex spell model again. However, just as he was about to continue his proficiency, a small cold hand grabbed his wrist.

"It's time for you to rest. There is still no undulating voice, but those blue eyes reveal humanized care. It's no wonder that since Khodara returned to Dalaran, Lanlos has been squeezing his energy, and such a desperate approach is really unbearable for Terrey.

"The path of the Arcane is winding and narrow, and being in a hurry will only increase your chances of falling into the abyss. "In her field, Terré has shown a different level of articulate than she used to be.

"You don't understand. Smiling and holding the back of the other party's hand, Lanlos's face showed a little melancholy, "There is very little time, if I don't run, I can't keep up with the pace of this world." ”

As a time-traveler who knows the future, there are some things that only Lanloth himself can understand. He knew how important it was for the arcane path to take it one step at a time, but there was no other way for him.

The hidden dangers of this world made him feel powerless, and after facing these presences, the heavy pressure on his shoulders like a mountain only increased, not diminished.

He is not a genius, and he has no luck from heaven, and he only wants to have a foothold in this chaotic world, and he can only work hard and desperately again and again. If he had a choice, why wouldn't he want to live a comfortable life without asking about the world?

However, he is not a medic either. The identity of the time-traveler and the ownership of the Keystone include Elunis and Adruin, which give him strong capital, but also bring a heavy burden. If he wants to wear the crown, he must bear its weight, and if he wants not to be crushed, he can only keep strengthening his arms. It's been tough, but luckily he's been doing well.

It's just that he never thought about it, or never dared to think about it, what would it be like when he couldn't hold on?

Terré is used to silence, because from the quiet atmosphere, she can always feel some hidden secrets.

Looking at the face full of helplessness, Tyré did not speak, but stepped forward, grabbed his arms with both hands, and brutally stopped him from continuing, leaning on his chest like a kitten. Feeling the warmth transmitted by this soft body, Lan Luos seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned in place.

After a long time, the heartbeats of the two close together were almost synchronized, steady and gentle. Lanlos sat on the grass with Tyre in his arms, looking at the breezy lake in front of him, and smiled softly, "You are really 'vexatious'." ”

A cool breeze tingle crept up his brows, completely sweeping away the anxiety that Lanlos had hidden in his heart. He didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, he held this position for a long time and didn't move. But because of this, his brain was more relaxed than ever. I don't know if it's because he just came into contact with the Eight Rings Demon Net, but in addition to this peaceful scenery in his eyes, there are gradually more different things.

It is like an incomparably huge net, and like countless meandering and intertwined rivers, stretching from under one's feet in all directions, with no end or boundary......

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Lanlos

Intelligence +1

Gain +1 per PERCEPTION

Magic Skills:

Spell Focus: A deep understanding of the web allows you to make regular moves while channeling.

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Click......

The sound of horses' hooves weaves swiftly through the silver pine forest, following the trail of smoke and frightened birds, and dozens of riders can be seen galloping north on fast horses.

At the front of the line, an old man with gray hair suddenly stared, grabbed the reins and stopped his mount urgently.

"Khadgar, what's wrong?" Beside him, a knight of a similar age but full of energy reacted almost immediately, and while calming the slightly chaotic team behind him, cautiously approached the mage who stopped and looked into the distance.

In front of him was a wide, clear lake, and on the opposite side of the lake stood a city, its lines as graceful and grand as Lothar's hometown, but this beautiful city had its own peculiarities.

Her high walls and minarets exude the gentle hue of violet.

"I know that Dalaran is your hometown, and you will have the opportunity to return there, but for now, we must focus on the present. ”

Lothar's words were a little eager and impersonal, but he couldn't be blamed for that. After more than a month of travel, he fled with the people of Stormwind to the town of Southsea, and although a large part of the people chose to stay there when they passed through Kul Tiras and Gilneth on the way, there were still a large number of refugees who stayed in the town and waited for news from him.

He had to inform the Lordaeron ruler of all this as quickly as possible, and he needed a strong helper as he sought refuge for the refugees.

"Nope. Khadgar shook his head, "I don't care about that. ”

Looking at the sudden increase in the tide on the shore of the lake, Khadgar's expression became more and more serious: "I feel it, a very powerful force, and, somewhat familiar......"

"We've all seen that the ruler of that city has power that we don't need to worry about. ”

"You're right, maybe I'm too neurotic. Khadgar sighed softly, his face full of exhaustion.

Lothar looked at the old man with a gloomy expression, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "You need to take a break, but, not now." ”

"I understand. Thankfully, the loss of youth not only brought great strength, but also completely changed Khadgar's state of mind, "Lordaeron is ahead, let's speed up." ”

Once again, the hurried and loud sound of horses' hooves echoed in every corner of the Silver Pine Forest.