"So, it's finally over?"

Hearing the news, looking at the black-robed mage who was close to him, Lothar shook his head silently: "It's still early, the speed and endurance of the orc cavalry troops are amazing, and we must work day and night to completely evacuate before the enemy attacks." ”

"What about the others?"

Lothar couldn't help but be stunned by the question thrown by Lanlos, and after a short silence, his eyes revealed firmness: "I will guard the city gate and wait for them until the last moment." ”

"No, you can't. Lanros shook his head and motioned for him to look around.

Lothar turned his head, and sure enough, not only Khadgar and Varian, but even the soldiers who maintained order in the distance looked at him from time to time, and there was a tacit opposition in their eyes.

"He's right, you're our hope of taking home home. Just as Lothar was about to say something, a palm suddenly pressed against his shoulder without warning, "This post does not belong to you. ”

"Madias, I thought you wouldn't want to see me. The voice of a friend was a great comfort to Lothar at this moment, but soon, this warmth was destroyed without a trace.

"I will lead the team to guard the gates of Stormwind until the last people leave by boat. ”

"But you ......"

"Don't worry, I'm MI7. The corners of Madias' mouth curled, as if he wanted to comfort the other with a smile. But it was clear that he had failed and had to change his approach: "And you need someone to help you find out from behind the enemy." ”

"Be sure to take care. ”

The sympathy between the two men didn't attract much attention from Lanlos, who cared more about the kid next to Lothar than he cared about in comparison.

As if sensing his gaze, little Varian looked up and looked at him with the mature gaze of a child.

Smiling back, Lanros was about to say something to him when Lothar's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"So, Lord Lanros, what are you going to do next?"

The elven mage could hear the looming anticipation in this question, but after a moment of contemplation, he shook his head, "Medivan still has a lot of business to attend to, and I can't let Kenrito steal the limelight from the Council of Tirisfar." ”

The half-joking words euphemistically expressed his meaning, and he couldn't spare the energy to assist in the evacuation of Stormwind. However, it also makes sense, as an outsider, he can do enough for Stormwind.

Nodding, Lothar held out her right hand to him, "Thank you for all you have done today, and I assure you that the gates of Stormwind will always be open for you." ”

"Haha, I'm going to bother you. Holding his calloused palm tightly, Lanloth's words were full of trust in Lothar, "After you return to this beautiful land. ”

"Lend you good words. ”

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The darkness brought by the night was like a huge curtain, drowning the entire eastern continent in shadows. However, there are always things that it cannot control, such as the violet city that blooms on the plains.

The dilapidated rooms were well cleaned, and rows of bookshelves stood motionless in the hall like a disciplined phalanx. The only candle flame barely illuminated the long table in the center, and the librarian in the darkest corner of the table, completely obscured by his wide robes.

Click.

It was as if the glass had broken suddenly, and the dark cracks filled the shadows behind the lights, and as wisps of green flames swirled out, a dim oval gate came into view.

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight. Merrell closed the classics and sighed without looking back.

"Am I just disgusting you?" Landing out of the portal, Lanross sat down across from him and yawned profusely.

Almost at the same time, a cup of hot tea that appeared at an unknown time was pushed in front of him by Merrell: "I have to say, you really surprised me very much. ”

"That's it. Unceremoniously taking a sip of hot tea, Lanloth's face showed irrepressible pride and pride, "The power of the Guardian is not something that anyone can stop. ”

Instead of answering the call as the other party thought, Merrell's reshaped human face pulled into a stiff smile: "Yes, the Guardians are gone, I'm afraid the Tyrisphal Council is completely disintegrated, you did a beautiful job." ”

"Ahem!" Covering his mouth in embarrassment, Lanlos explained helplessly as he wiped it, "The Council of Tirisfa is not the Council of the Guardians, we serve Azeroth, and we are facing the Burning Legion, not a babysitter for individuals. ”

"Yes, yes, now that you're the president, you're right. While teasing, Merrell did not forget to continue pouring tea for the other party, "But before flaunting your reasoning, let's greet this guest who has been waiting for a long time." ”

Hearing this, Lanlos paused at the action of wanting to take the teacup, and immediately turned his head to look at the shadow behind him.

Syllable!

Another sound of a book closing, followed by a familiar face stepping out of the shadows.

"Well, really, a rare guest. Looking at the gloomy man, Lanlos was stunned for a long time before he came up with a suitable description.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to find you, nor am I here to inquire about the news. Even in response to Ranros, Kel'thugad's gaze remained on Merrell's, the glint in his eyes that looked aggressive.

"I heard that the newly built Tirisfa Library has a lot of ancient books, and my curiosity drove me to borrow them. Without waiting for Lanlos to ask, Kel'thugad simply gave a reason for his stop, and as he spoke, he took out a bag of gold coins, "Looking at it now, it didn't disappoint me." ”

Looking at the archmage who gradually disappeared into the night, Lan Luos bowed slightly, and he didn't know if it was the influence of the shadow or the mood, his face was very gloomy: "Merrell, have you often gone out in the past few days when I am away?"

"Some time ago, I needed to buy some necessities. Without the joke she had just made, Merrell reverted to her usual hoarse and deep voice, "But I've taken precautions. ”

He knew what Lanlos was worried about, but he had enough confidence. For millennia, no one had seen through his disguise, except for the successive presidents of the Tirisfa Council, who knew of his existence.

As for why he disguised himself, after all, the people of the Council of Six already knew the identity of his undead, and the current spellcaster environment did not allow an undead to go freely under his nose.

However, the other side is Kel'thugad......

"When did he start visiting the library?"

"Yesterday. ”

"Did you find anything?"

After pondering for a moment, Merrell said in an uncertain tone, "I smell something familiar in him. ”

"Necromancy?"

"No, not yet. ”

"Then you have to be careful. Lanlos's eyes narrowed slightly, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the deep night, "He should be the hidden danger that the whole Dalaran needs your attention the most." ”

"I see. Merrell was no fool, and though he didn't have the powers of the Prophet of Lanros, he could sense that the gloomy man was hiding something that disturbed him.

Lanlos was still very relieved of this undead archmage, nodded and stopped dwelling: "We will welcome a distinguished guest in two days, and the library will be temporarily closed for a few days." ”

"Is it necessary? There are no guests anyway. ”

After being stunned for a moment, Lan Luos silently walked away the money bag on the table: "This is what you said." ”

“......”