Early the next morning, the garden of the mage district of Stormwind City, due to the lack of tourists, the gardener had been cutting corners for a long time and causing the weeds to be overgrown, but today it was crowded with people unlike before.

The Master has always been efficient, and once he has determined the feasibility of his plan, he decided to act as soon as possible. The high-ranking members of the Tyrius Mystic Society, led by Magnus, all looked solemn, after all, if they were careless, it would shake the foundation of the entire council.

As for Crassus, because of his status as Kenrito, he did not participate in the 'family affairs' of the Tirisfa Council so much, but chose to return as soon as possible and report the situation to Dalaran.

But not everyone has the same self-consciousness as him.

Glancing at the two High Elves and a human who had joined him on the spot yesterday, Magnus's brows quietly hugged together. However, because Tyre's disappearance is inextricably linked to this incident, it is not without reason for these people to join.

"Hasn't Lanros arrived yet?" Magnus whispered to Eldagosa, turning his head.

"Nope. Eldagossa shook his head, then added with a frown, "And I just sent him a summons, and he didn't reply. ”

"Can't wait any longer. After a moment of deep thought, Magnus stepped over to the crowd, "Listen, everybody!"

As everyone's attention was focused, Magnus's powerful voice was clearly imprinted in everyone's ears.

"I need you to know that this action is a matter of life and death for the entire council!"

"Our goal is not only to find out who was behind the murder of Hagra and Hagarin, but more importantly, we must know if the current Guardians are up to the task of defending Azeroth. ”

"Cheer up your spirits, for we have to face. After a pause, Magnus put aside his previous kind face, and his cold and gloomy face made his three-foot height suddenly expand countless times, "Maybe it's an unprecedented crisis!"

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In the northern sky, a brown and white lightning bolt pierced the peaceful blue background. The griffon, a bird of prey with a lion-like body but a vulture head and sharp talons. Excluding dragons, if it weren't for the Well of the Sun, which strengthened the magical abilities of the Salas Dragon Eagle, they would certainly be well-deserved overlords of the sky.

The creatures' ability to tame and raise them originated in Hinterland, and the Hammer Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain regarded these powerful and beautiful creatures as their most powerful companions. And after forming an alliance with humans, the hospitable dwarves shared this method with them. And this makes human society have air supremacy that cannot be ignored.

But now, it's not humans riding on the back of this griffin.

Gripping the reins tightly, Lanroth felt the dizziness and pain caused by the violent bumps as he tried his best to control his magic to smooth the driver's manual in his hand that had been tossed by the wind.

It was his first time riding a griffon, and to be precise, his first time flying a flying mount. Although he was sitting in the front of the dragon eagle with Sylvanas last time, he was not the one who could control the reins, so his first riding experience was not so disgusting?

Swallowing hard, Lanloth finally calmed down the tumbling river in his stomach once again. He finally understood why the griffin keeper had given up his position as instructor and the extra gratuity after hearing that he had never flown a flying mount.

As for hiring a driver, Ma Dan, a black-hearted businessman who eats jujube pills!

Chirp!

A sharp roar interrupted Lanloth's thoughts, and as he looked up, the end of the azure sea slowly revealed the sight of land, Hillsbrad. On the premise of giving all his wealth and rushing overnight, Lanlos climbed the mountains of Danmoro and the endless South China Sea as fast as he could.

This means that he is only half way away from his destination.

Realizing this, Lanloth's face became more and more gloomy by the cold wind, and then he flung the reins heavily, and with the long roar of the griffin, one man and one beast sped towards the north at a faster speed.

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Today's upwind trail was no longer as calm as it used to be, with several figures of various sizes flashing under the dim sky, and occasionally the intimidating roar of a creature from above could be heard.

The destination of these figures is the southernmost center of the Red Ridge Mountains, the eerie tower that stands out from all else.

Next to the area separating the upper and middle floors of the main Karazan Tower, in the wide open space that visitors jokingly call the Domination Platform, several dragons landed first with their speed, followed by archmages riding flying carpets and griffins, and even manhole covers......

Although these archmages with their own magical powers were menacing, it was still Moros who was dressed in black who came to greet them.

"I'm sorry, but the party is long over. Despite these forces that threaten a nation, Moros remains unwavering, guarding the door behind him, not retreating.

"I have no interest in your ridiculous feast, hand over Terrey, or ......" Terigosa in human form strode forward, wild magic stirring up waves visible to the naked eye, and the dust on the platform suddenly fled in all directions like a frightened herd of beasts.

Before the Blue Dragon Princess could make a move, Eldagossa stopped her way in time: "I know you're in a hurry, but this is not the solution to the problem. ”

"You know, we're dealing with a Guardian. ”

After a brief silence, Tyri finally calmed down the restless magic.

"Just leave it to us before things get bad. Nodding, Eldagossa walked briskly to Moros, "We're here to visit Medivan. ”

"The master went to Stormwind, you should know very well. Morros's unhurried words were like a fearless machine, and he didn't realize what kind of team he was standing in front of him.

Maybe he knew, but he just didn't care. As a butler, in Morros's eyes, there are only master and servant, guests, and outsiders.

Until the reason is clarified, Eldagossa did not want to cause a dispute, and now Moros is so uncooperative that she finds it quite difficult. Moreover, not everyone had the patience to wait for her to convince this housekeeper.

"Come out, Medivan!" Surprised Magnus, who had always been calm, stepped out of the crowd and shouted into the air above, "I know you're spying on us!"

There was a brief silence, broken by the faint sound of wings flapping.

I saw a black crow leap down from a window sill and quickly came to Moros's side. As the latter bowed respectfully, countless pitch-black smoke surged from the crow's side, rapidly rising and tumbling.

"I remember I didn't send you an invitation. Soon, a black-robed mage slowly stepped out of the black cloud, his low and hoarse voice a far cry from the young face, "Karazan doesn't welcome uninvited guests. ”

"I'm not here as a guest. Magnus slowly raised his head, and as his cold and murderous face came into view, everyone felt their hearts beat violently.

"Traitor! you will be punished by Tiris's Law!"

Immediately after this tyrannical roar, Magnus raised his index finger as the blue dragon and the archmage watched in horror, pointing it accurately and swiftly at Medivan.

The magic power gathered to the fingertips like a long whale absorbing water, until this strange spell turned into pitch-black lightning and flew forward, and everyone finally realized that this breath was a dark shadow!

Rumble!

A loud bang broke the silence of the dimly lit space, and the griffon nearly slammed to the ground due to a missed landing. Lanlos didn't even bother to think about how embarrassed he was, so he jumped up from the saddle before the impact occurred, and after a standard tumbling effort, he hurried towards the gloomy tower in front of him.

The heavy door slowly opened, and the rusted hinges neighed continuously. Looking at the familiar dilapidated scene in the hall, Lanlos took a deep breath, but his mood slowly sank.

At the same time, a faint purple glow burst from his pocket, and Elunis hovered steadily behind him, ready for the attack.

That's right, the attack, the attack from the premises of the Council of Tirisfa. This is no joke, since the meeting at the lamb to the slaughter, Ranros has noticed that Magnus is not the same as before.

If his conjecture comes true, it is highly likely that this place will become extremely dangerous. And now, it seems, that possibility has expanded again.

Reaching out to brush the floor, Lanlos stared at the dust on his fingertips thoughtfully, and involuntarily remembered the busy figure of the old butler in his mind, and after a long while, he sighed softly, got up and walked towards the depths of the mage tower.

'Sagret, scan the area for humanoid information. ’

'Searching ......'

'Found a matching target, position locked......'

Are you still alive?

Frowning, Lanros glanced at the dust on the floor that had not been cleaned for a long time, and lifted his feet forward with a preoccupied look.