The dome above is roughly estimated to be hundreds of meters high, and the front and left and right sides are also unusually open, and the whole space is amazingly large. Despite the magnificence of the Karazhan Tower, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to fit such a large room inside.

This is all due to the distortion of this area by the destruction of the Demon Web Hub in the early years.

Magnus threw the Reaper into the Nexus of the Web, and the library in the center of the hub was connected with the spurting magic, causing the observatory's magic to spiral out of control, not only throwing Lanros and Teregosa into Draenor, but also completely distorting the time and space of the Guardian Library.

The conventional laws of physics have failed, and the broken floors are irregularly distributed horizontally and vertically throughout the space, but the bookshelves and books on them still stand firmly in it.

Occasionally, scrolls or pages take up in the wind, but when they float out of the range of the shattered floors, they lose their direction in an instant. One moment left and sometimes right, the turbulence carried them with them, drifting through the air in extremely contradictory ways, and then either being torn apart or falling irregularly to another floor, near and far.

The surrounding walls are like pasting and copying, and not only are the murals carved exactly the same, but you can often see that there are almost identical cracks and gaps in the distances.

What's even more bizarre is that between these floating floor blocks, I don't know who is connected together with powerful ice magic. Stairs and passages made of ice twist and turn in the air, changing with the distorted space and light and shadow from time to time.

Under the light of the magic lamps, the whole space is like a dreamlike frost realm.

"Is this the power of that staff?"

Gianna lost her mind for a moment, and finally stopped her gaze on the dazzling ice staircase, and asked as if talking to herself.

Ebony Chill was once the weapon of Alodi, the first guardian of the Council of Tirisfar, and its strength is undeniable. But it's not realistic to say that those floating floors can be connected together in a space-distorted environment.

It's like nearly a hundred half-planes connected together by passages, and regardless of the theoretical difficulty, the incalculable mana consumption alone is far beyond the reach of mortals.

Wait, who said that it was mortals who enslaved Ebony Cold? If it was Medivan......

Lanloth shuddered suddenly, and his hands and feet suddenly became extremely cold and stiff at the thought that the Guardian whom he and Archmage Kenrito had tried so hard to defeat had any chance of survival.

It's impossible, right......

It's hard to say, this timeline is already a mess, and even the king of time has fallen into danger, and some strange things that don't make sense happen, but it's reasonable?

"Lanros, what's wrong with you?"

Because of the invisible relationship between the cloak magic, the gap between the two was only a millimeter, and Gianna clearly noticed the strangeness of the elf mage, and hurriedly inquired with concern.

The mage shook his head, shaking off the scary speculation in his head, "No, it's just that I can't figure out who did all this. ”

"It doesn't matter, at least we've got what we've gained. The girl tilted her head and looked at the platforms that were intertwined among the ice crystals, her eyes shining with intense excitement. The path of arcane art is also a process of exploring the unknown and mysterious, and this strange scene in front of her, which even the legendary mage of Lanloth cannot explain, completely ignites Gianna's yearning for the cold of ebony and her desire for knowledge of mysterious powers.

Looking at the excited blonde girl, Lanlos was amused, but his heart was inexplicably filled with envy.

Unlike people like Gianna, who were born with favorable conditions.

In his past and present lives, terminal illness, demons, and voids, fate seemed to regard him as a thorn in his side, and countless shackles and pressures once made him breathless. Having stumbled along the way, he never had the time and opportunity to think about the so-called dream.

Every time he broke out of danger, before he could rejoice, God would give him a louder slap and knock him to the ground again.

The terminal illness that brought an end to his career ascent, the demons he chased on his arcane path, and even Sargeras himself coveted his soul. And then, there is the crisis of the Lord of Time and the Eternal Dragon.

Under such oppression, will I have any pursuits, and if so, what will be?

Looking at the fine lines of his palm, Lanlos fell into a long silence.

It's a pity that God didn't have the kindness to give him time to think about life.

"Whew!"

A terrible scream came from a platform above him in the distance, like the howl of fangs and claws tearing at their eardrums, which instantly tensed up Lanlos and Gianna. When the two of them looked into the distance, an ugly but slightly familiar figure fell from the platform, and before it could fall to the ground, the chaotic power of time and space tore the blood-stained body to pieces, and then scattered to the various platforms in bursts of light.

"What's that?" Although she couldn't see it very clearly, the huge body and demonic and terrifying face brought Gianna a huge psychological impact, especially the hair that the four-legged monster scattered on her shoulders like tentacles, which made her scalp tingle.

"That's the hellhound, the devil's lackey. Lanloth's voice was unusually low, his brow furrowed, Dalaran's eyes glowing with a faint purple glow, and his gaze pierced through the distorted light and shadow with the help of Eagle Eye, and landed accurately on the platform in the distance.

Broken bookshelves and scattered books are stacked on top of each other, almost enclosing the platform, and the broken masonry roof makes the center of the platform look like a rudimentary bunker.

However, the pile of books in the corner of the bunker has been broken, and there are more than a dozen figures shuttling inside. In the shadow of the sword and sword, in addition to the plural hellhound and demon imps, there is another figure that makes Lan Los jaw-dropping.

The old white bandages are wrapped in layers, forming a clear humanoid appearance under the armor of different styles. In the attacks of the hellhounds and imps, the bandages can occasionally be seen torn, but instead of blood, wisps of purple white light are overflowing.

Not only that, but their joints and eyes, which are not covered by bandages, also exude a strange brilliance of the same color.

The ethereal spirits that reside in the astral plane and the demons that distort the void actually fought inside Karazhan?

The Astral Plane and the Twisted Void are not the same concept, and their relationship dates back to the dawn of this physical universe.

The emergence of the primordial universe came from primordial light and void energy, and the growing clash of two opposing but inseparable forces triggered a series of catastrophic explosions. The original structure and time and space were broken, forming a new realm of the material universe.

Under the impact of these two energies, countless substances were born, and the latter merged to form countless primordial worlds in countless years of evolution. And this universe, which expands outwards in a maelstrom of fire and magic, is known to the people of Azeroth as the Astral Plane.

However, the conflict between light and void did not end there, and the collision of the two primordial energies still occurred in all corners of the material universe. And on the fringes of the most intense conflict, the most volatile energies converge into another plane, and that is the Warped Void.

After that, the Titan was born in the astral plane, demons appeared in the Twisted Void, and the confrontation between order and chaos began.

The ethereal lifespan and historical record remain unclear, and Lanros only knows that at some point, the Void Lord Dimentius, known as the Devourer of Worlds, descended on the planet where the Ethereal Spirit once was. Although Toure, a holy sage in Naru, arrived in time as the eternal opposition of the Void, Dimentius's power was too strong to completely envelop the planet in Void energy.

Toure used all his power to banish Dimentius from that world, and he himself was completely shattered. And the collision of light and void energy also swept across the entire world, destroying the bodies of the ethereal spirits, turning them into strange creatures that existed in the material universe entirely with soul power.

After an unknown number of years, the Ethereals learned to tie themselves with strips of cloth so that their souls had a stable structure to survive, and constantly shuttled through the astral plane and the warped void, searching for resources and powerful magical items in order to survive and continue the race, while not forgetting to take revenge on the Void.

It stands to reason that the Ethereals should have joined Naru's legion of Light against the Void, but in reality it wasn't. The Ethereal races are not as scarce as they are recorded and depicted, and divisions and strife within the group are quite fierce.

Some ethereal spirits who are hungry for revenge are even extreme, and it is not impossible to cooperate with demons. The Ethereal Spirits, the Astral Consortium, are considered robbers most of the time because of their unlimited looting of resources and wealth to travel to the realms.

The fight between the Ethereal Spirit and the Demon was not what surprised Lanros, and he wondered why the two sides were fighting in Karazhan.

Even if the distorted time and space of the library attracted both demons and ethereal spirits, the latter's habit of seeking advantage and avoiding harm would not have to fight with these demons.

Is it for the sake of the goods? But Karazan has been emptied, what is there to do with them?

Could it be the cold of ebony?

Lanloth's gaze fell on the ice crystal staircase not far away, and he quickly dismissed the thought in his mind. Neither the demon nor the ethereal spirit would have wasted their energy to do such a rewarding thing when they got this artifact.

So, why did they fight so hard, and who did the ebony cold fall into?