Somewhere on a cliff in the Poison Spider Canyon, the dim sunlight made the towering and eerie mage tower more and more lonely, and the thick fog under his feet kept churning in the canyon, and nothing could be seen except the canopy of old giant trees.

The blue magic lamps lit up the hall, and a stiff old man who repeated the cleaning work he was doing suddenly stopped and slowly raised his head.

Almost at the same time, the old door quietly opened, and the dim morning sun shone in, clearly illuminating the large cloud of dust that shook off the door. The old man's brow leaned imperceptibly towards the middle, apparently he was dissatisfied, and he didn't know if it was because of the dust or the sun.

"She still did that, didn't she?"

The low and hoarse voice was like a desert ronin who was about to die of thirst, and although the old man's words sounded dying, he could still feel the inexplicable sharpness from them.

"From her standpoint, she has to give it a try, no matter what. Entering the hall was a small figure, his chest almost completely obscured by a gray beard.

Seeing Magnus slowly approaching him with a tired face, the old butler of the Mage Tower shook his head slightly: "I understand your good intentions, but the danger that that young man may pose is not much less than that of a dragon. ”

Hearing this, the dwarf archmage shook his head helplessly, and while whispering to himself, he passed by the other party: "We can't deny a person's future because of potential danger, you taught me. ”

Looking at the other party's back as it gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, the old man sighed softly, then waved his hand to bring up a faint breeze to close the door again, and the hall was once again dim.

"What an eventful time......"

"Not really. With an imperceptible sigh echoing in his ears, Magnus paused, then turned his head thoughtfully to look at the dark room next to him.

The magic lamps then glowed with a faint glow, gradually illuminating the scenery in the room. There was almost nothing furnished in the empty quadrangular space, and the only color other than the lighting was the array of spells on the floor that was so large that it almost covered the entire room.

In the center of the circle, a circular protrusion stands out. Lilac arcane patterns are all over it, and subtle and powerful magic is constantly emerging in it. Above the round platform, a scarlet scythe floated diagonally in the air.

The ominous aura continued to spread around, but under the confinement of the magic circle on the floor, it could only reverberate within the square inch of the round platform.

Ursalus Headwind Reaper, though an artifact, has the power to drain the souls of others so evil that when Council Tirisfa proposed to take it away, the higher-ups of Quel'Thalas almost always raised their hands and feet in approval.

The original idea of the archmages was to destroy it, but this artifact was forged by the Dark Titan himself by relying on the power of a dimensional destruction, so how difficult is it to destroy it?

Now, the archmages can only ban it from the residence of the Tirith Law Council, although there is no guardian, but I have to say that in the whole world, there are indeed few people who can break through this mage tower.

It stands to reason that it will never see the light of day again, and it will never be a danger to the world again......

"Harm? That's how you understand me?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Magnus's ears, as if countless sharp spikes were rubbing against his eardrums, and the illusion of itching and pain was constantly intertwined in his mind.

However, Magnus didn't show a look of surprise, only frowned slightly: "Could it be that you really think that I will believe that everything you do is to fight against the Dark Titan?"

"I know your name, Dreadlord, Ursaleth!"

Turning his head suddenly, Magnus's eyes reflected a vague translucent figure, the white soul power condensed like smoke, and a hideous face with blue fangs loomed in it.

The bony cheeks, the small, sinister scarlet eyes, the fine, sharp pale teeth, and the horns that protruded from his forehead and bent upwards with fighting spirit all proved his identity as Nasrezm.

"You know the characteristics of my people, and if it weren't for cooperation, I wouldn't be dealing with you as I am. "Although the circle can restrain the power of the Reapers of the Windwind, Ursaleus's research on the soul realm is indeed much higher than that of these archmages, at least it is not difficult to manifest his soul projection in this room.

Magnus was no stranger to such a situation, and after confirming that the other party could not break free from the spell confinement and leave this room, he didn't bother with these trivial things anymore, after all, there were too many troubles recently.

But what really made him stop at the door of this room, I'm afraid even he couldn't tell.

"Cooperation, what qualifications do you have for me to cooperate with you?" Magnus, as usual, scoffed at Ursales' words, and after leaving such a sentence, he wanted to turn around and leave.

"Have you ever heard the saying that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. ”

The footsteps he had just taken suddenly stopped in the air, Magnus was silent for a while, and then slowly turned his head: "Enemy? Are you talking about me and you?"

"No, I mean, the Burning Legion. "The power of language has a lot of potential, but to get the most out of it, someone has to listen. Ursalus was glad that Magnus had finally listened to his words after the events of this time.

"You're a demon...... the other party's smile made his heart tremble, and the dwarf archmage couldn't help but frown.

"Sargeras ruined everything about me, even tried to enslave my power and soul, and I just took revenge as I deserved. Directly interrupting the other party's rebuttal, Ursalus cleanly distinguished himself from the Burning Legion, and at the same time, a dark energy surged through the room, constructing a distant and terrifying scene.

Flame-encased massive bodies rained down from the sky, swords of destruction like mountains of destruction, tearing apart a world of demons and chaos. Faced with a threat, a group of blue-faced and fanged demons rose up to the top, starting with the Dreadlord named Ursaleth.

But the reason why this god built this eternal prison was not because he could not kill them, but because the demon was constantly reborn in the twisted void, haunting the world created by the god like a mosquito.

They failed, their flesh was crushed to powder, and even their souls were devoured......

The figure of the mountain, though only an illusion, still made the legendary Magnus tremble, and the humility from the depths of his soul drowned him like a tide.

This power, this power is too great! mortals, it is impossible to defeat him! That is the true God, Sargeras!

Seeing that the illusion he gave succeeded in intimidating the other party, a faint grim smile appeared on Ursaleus's face, and then before the other party sighed, he spoke presciently: "Satell has ambition and strength, and after such a long time, I have finally found a master who dares to go against Sargeras's wishes. ”

"But she's too conceited, too paranoid. Originally, I thought that the last failure had taught her enough lessons, but after 10,000 years, she still hasn't changed. ”

"If I want to completely destroy the Dark Titan and the Burning Legion, I need a stronger master, both in strength and spirit!"

Ursales's voice echoed in his mind like thunder, Magnus's breathing became inexplicably short, and subconsciously, the figure that had just looked at the world resurfaced in his mind.

"No! we can't compete with this power, even if it's ...... evil power."

"Oh, my dear friend, I didn't say that we had to rely on the power of Sargeras to defeat him, that would be foolish. Shrill laughter seemed to come from all directions, and as it continued to hit Magnus's eardrums, an imperceptible cold magic overflowed from the Reaper against the wind, and quickly converged towards the pygmy archmage.

"I'm talking about the existence that even the Dark Titans fear. ”

"Void!"

At this moment, the air in the room suddenly trembled, and even the magic brilliance seemed to be frightened by this, and the dark colors became more and more intense. What's even more terrifying is that Magnus's eyes are shrouded in a pitch black that can completely swallow up even light.

Seeing the realization on the other party's face, the tense nerves gradually relaxed because of this, and the corners of Ursales's mouth that were floating on the side tore open like a crack, revealing a hideous and cruel weird smile.

Even machines have bugs, let alone humans? The Dreadlord knows how to take advantage of the gaps in mortals' hearts and minds to sneak into their spirits, no killing, no blood, and not even lies.

Amplify the crisis, change the concept, and then achieve the goal.

As I said before, language is an art......

Inside the hall, the old man who was cleaning stopped again, his cloudy eyes staring into the depths of the mage tower, and thick doubts kept emerging in it. But soon, he stared at his withered and feeble hands and sighed softly, and continued to bow his head in silence.