In the middle of the dimly lit room, a brazier rose with scarlet flames, unable to break through the dark light and keep beating.

The dim light illuminated the surrounding area, and the base of the brazier was carved with intricate and strange patterns, which looked eerie and terrifying, and several terrifying faces with white fangs loomed in the reflection of the flames.

"How's it going?" Scratching the purple scarf around his neck, Zurkin became impatient.

He had waited too long, but he had never heard the good news, and looking at the unchanging sadness of the troll in front of him, it was clear that he had to continue to be anxious.

Shaking his head silently, the voice of the demon lord was low and hoarse, like an old man with half a foot in a coffin, tired and rotten: "The power of the spirit of the bobcat is gone. ”

"Is it possible that the witchcraft went wrong?" asked Zurkin, who asked with a twitch in his eyes.

"Nope. Still shaking his head, Malakas's face flashed with fear, "I feel it, the pain of the gods, and the anger ......"

"What do you mean?" As if sensing something, the Troll Overseer's three fingers flexed and clenched into fists.

"Harraz, he's punishing us. Shifting his horrified gaze from the brazier, Malakas stared at Zulkin with wide eyes, trembling like a hungry traveler in the desert, trying to ask for help, any help.

"The gods didn't answer my prayers, he, he abandoned us!" shaking his head constantly, the Sorcery Lord's face full of panic and disbelief.

"Calm down, Malakas, calm down!" his brows tightened, and Zurkin immediately opened his mouth to convince him, and seeing that the other party still looked embarrassed and lost his soul, he immediately let out a low roar.

Trembling all over, the Demon Lord finally came back to his senses, obviously, the punishment of the god of the wilderness had dealt him a big blow.

"Are our domesticated bobcats still around?"

"It's still there. Taking a deep breath, Malakas managed to calm down, "Our connection to them is more than just the divine power of the bobcat spirit. ”

"That's good. "As a leader, not only can you take the lead in winning battles, but the most important thing is to be able to stay calm and calm in times of crisis and play the role of supporting the backbone of the heart, and Zurkin has done a good job in this regard.

"Our war with the elves has begun, and self-disarray will only leave us with holes, and I don't want Zuaman to fall in my hands. Patting the other man on the shoulder, Zurkin's voice was sonorous and powerful, not so much a consolation as a command, "What about you?"

After being silent for a while, a trace of gratitude flashed in the eyes of the demon lord, and then he regained his former clarity again: "For Zu Aman!"

"Very well, you continue to communicate with the other gods, if we can, we need more and stronger strength. ”

"As for the elf who took Harraz's divine power. Zurkin paused, and despite the constant beating of the fire, he could still feel a cold current spreading outward from him, "I'll find a way to bring his head back." ”

"However, we never got a report from the elf. ”

"No, someone knows where he is. ”

"You mean......" Malakas' brow furrowed fiercely, and then he thought of something, and his look of surprise flashed, but before he could finish his sentence, the flames in the brazier were extinguished.

In Spider Canyon, a mage tower on a cliff, an old man paced slowly, holding a shabby broom boy and carefully sweeping the room, even though it was already spotless, he still repeated his hand over and over again, slightly awkwardly.

The empty room seemed dim and secluded, and the old man's isolated back seemed so lonely.

The broom in his hand suddenly stopped, and the old butler set his eyes on the door in front of him, and then the heavy and continuous sound of metal grinding echoed throughout the hall.

The plain gaze simply glanced at the visitor, and after seeing the familiar handsome face of the other party, the old butler was about to bow his head and continue the work in hand, but he suddenly froze behind Lan Luos.

Seeing the other party like this, Lan Luos's eyes narrowed slightly.

This old butler, could it be......

"What have you done?" The old man stepped forward with a hurried stride on his otherwise plain countenance, and then skipped him and Domka directly under Lanloth's stunned gaze, and went straight to the tattered arcane golem behind him.

"Have you been defeated by Lordaeron's guards as a dark wizard?" he shook his head in disbelief as he took his broken left arm from under the armpit of the arcane golem, looking at the only ordinary shield left on it, "No, Lordaeron's human guards couldn't have shattered the shield so completely. ”

"I've added a lot of pure obsidian to it, and I've reinforced it with demonized mythril, how can it be shattered in just a few days?" stroking the jagged cracks in his arm shield, the old man's stunned expression looked devastated.

However, Lanlos pouted, of course, not at the old man, but at the old man's words.

Obsidian, Mithril, don't be funny, isn't it still smashed by a Void Arrow? a proper counterfeit product......

"It just so happens that I'm going back to Silvermoon City, so I'll stay here for now, and I'll come back to get ...... when it's repaired."

"No way!" Turning around suddenly, the old butler let go of his previous steadiness and roared loudly at Lanloth, looking at the posture, the elven mage was afraid that he would smash the steel arm in his arms in his face.

"You don't want to borrow it again!" As if to confirm the authority of his words, the old man hooked his fingers, and the two faint beams of light on the arcane puppet's flat round head trembled fiercely.

Feeling that the puppet's connection with himself was violently cut off, Lan Luoston was also anxious: "Hey, what you said for a month, do you want to go back?!"

"You've ruined it like this, do you know how much I'm going to spend to fix it?"

"With that effort, I can build a new one!" Glancing at the elf, the old man magically fixed the arm in his arms to the golem's body, apparently he didn't want to bother with Lanros, at least not until the arcane golem was repaired or his anger was gone.

Hearing the other party say this, an embarrassed look appeared on Lanlos's face, but it quickly disappeared. Stepping forward, he stood between the old man and the arcane golem, trying to fight for his rightful benefit.

"Hey, doing business is about integrity, and a good month is a month, and you can't go back on your word. ”

"If you don't tear it down. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the arcane golem behind Lanloth suddenly moved, and walked towards the mage tower under the leadership of the old man.

"I didn't dismantle it, at least, I brought it back, except for some broken parts......" Lanloth's retort paled pale, but he didn't blame anyone, after all, it was indeed his fault, and he had made up his mind for this pot.

"yes, thank you so much. The old man and the arcane golem stopped at the same time, and the former turned his head, reached out and grabbed it in his arms, and threw a long strip at Lanros.

"Don't try to change my decision, not even Magnus. ”

Reflexively catching the spell scroll thrown by the other party, Lanlos frowned: "Who is Magnus?"

Unfortunately, the old man, who was still angry, didn't have the heart to help him solve his doubts, so he waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, it's not a wise thing to owe Eldagossa an IOU." ”

"Of course, if you break something of hers...... Ask for more blessings. ”

Bang!

Seeing the door slam shut like this, Lanlos blinked, stunned as he looked at the teleportation scroll leading to Silvermoon City in his hand, and suddenly became messy in the wind......

Mirroring the Well of the Sun, the intricate patterns on the façade of the Tower of the Sunwrath are filled with arcane aura. What's even more fascinating is that this magic is artistic, and the charm of the pattern is either delicate and feminine, like a dancing beauty, or high-spirited and unrestrained, like a rising and dancing flame, a golden flame.

Today, the Tower of the Sunfury welcomes a new group of guests.

Watching a group of strangers of different sizes and heights walk to the center of the hall, Anastarian hesitated for a moment, but slowly rose from his magnificent throne to greet him.

The reason why the elven king valued this group of people so much was because these strangers from different regions and races, who were obviously different, all wore the same style of robes, and the six-pointed star pattern on their chests was something he knew.

Surprisingly, the person who came out of this group of people has a very eye-catching figure, one, a dwarf?

"Your Majesty, the Council of Tirisfa greets you. "Usually it is the public relations of the team or the leader of the team who speaks on such occasions, and judging by the poise and majesty of the dwarf's gestures, it is clear that he is the latter.

"I know you, it was a long time ago. "In front of Anastarian, the Council of Tirisfa does not need to be hidden, after all, the High Elves who proposed the formation of this council in the first place were approved by him.

"So you're the current leader of the Council of Tirispha?"

"I am just one of the members of the council who do their own thing, who do not interfere with each other, who do not contain each other. He smiled modestly, the dwarf mage had brought a very new feeling to Anastarian.

It was the first time he had met such a steady dwarf.

Seeing this, some thoughts came to his mind.

Despite the fact that he ordered the war against the trolls, Anastarian did not want his noble people to suffer too much suffering and death, and if necessary, he could unite all the forces that could be united.

But the humans let him down, the two kings of Lordaeron, Minechil and Pyrinod of Alterac, both tacitly prevaricated the courier with all sorts of strange reasons, as for Fort Riptide, Gilneth, Kurtilas, and Stormwind further south, not to mention whether they would agree to help, and by the time they traveled a long way to the Eternal Song Forest, the war would probably be nearing its end, so let them mix equipment and experience?

Lack of manpower is always an excuse for them to refuse to send troops to help.

The human kingdom is no longer the Arasso of the past, and strictly speaking, there is really no need for them to do what they agreed upon. What's more, Quel'Thalas's isolation has led to the severance of the official economic channels between the elves and human society, and the alliance between the two sides has long been a thing of the past.

But now, the allies seem to have been sent to themselves.

Although there were not many of them, he had also heard of the strength of the high-ranking members of the Tirisfa Council, and if they were put into battle, the chances would be much greater.

Moreover, half of the founders of the council are Queldore, believing that they will not let themselves down......

Anastarian kept thinking and organizing his words, but his face remained unwavering, and after making a decision, he smiled at the dwarf in front of him, "I don't know your name yet. ”

"Magnus. Grabbing the gray beard of the bus on his chin, the dwarf straightened his back. Although his body size is not as large as that of ordinary people, he can still feel his momentum rising, as if there is a giant dragon hidden in his small body!

"Magnus Mana Storm. ”