Falling lightly on the chair, Kelreth naturally took a glass of crystal glass that shimmered with brilliant purple, the wine in the glass exuded a faint mellow aroma, it was at least the best for more than twenty years, the corners of his mouth twitched, Kelreis finally pulled his eyes away.

Behind him, Kiel landed silently, standing tightly behind Kyrryth, staring at the purple in the wine glass for a long time before turning his head to stare at the two elven mages opposite.

"I heard that Mage, you studied under Moses Kennari of Dalaran?"

Didn't care at all that although the middle-level mage was holding the wine glass, he didn't make the slightest movement, and after the middle-aged male elf took a sip, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table, and casually knocked the girl elf mage who was about to drink secretly, and then said to Kelreth with a smile.

"I should be one of the Demon Pattern Explorers now!"

After a moment of silence, Kelreth said to the other party, although I don't know why the other party mentioned Moses Konari, but with intuition, the middle-level mage always felt that there would be nothing good next, so he took the first step to break out his new home, after all, the Demon Pattern Explorer seems to be a large mage organization in Quel'Thalas, and such a hard backstage can resist even in the face of high-level mages.

"I know, I'm one of the adjudicators in your nomination review meeting!" smiling slightly, the high-level elf mage looked at the purple crystal cup in his hand.

The corner of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and Kelreth looked at the high-level mage in front of him, a mage who can have this kind of final review power not only needs strong strength support, but is more likely to be a master in the field of magic patterns, how can this kind of existence notice a small person like himself, and the situation in front of him, the other party is completely aimed at himself.

"Although there aren't many mid-level enchanters of my age, I can't afford to come and see me at your level!" Since he couldn't think of the other party's purpose, Kyris asked directly.

"Mage, do you have a dream?"

The smile on his face gradually retracted, and the high-level elven mage stared at Kelryth's face and asked in the exact same tone as before.

"My journey is a sea of stars!"

Kyris looked up at the endless starry sky and said faintly, then raised his sword eyebrows and looked at the pair of elven mages who were obviously stunned.

"The universe is infinite, but life is finite, boy, do you really understand the meaning of this sentence!"

Putting away his slightly surprised expression, the elven mage turned the quilt in his hand, whispered, and then drank the purple in the cup, still the same tone, the same gaze.

"Mage, do you have a dream?"

After nearly ten minutes of silence with his head down, Kyris looked up at the other party.

His right hand involuntarily pinched the staff, and a few words popped out of the middle-level mage's pursed mouth.

"Live!"

This almost pale dream comes from the wandering soul that rushed into this time and space at the beginning, from the various dangers that emerge from the depths of memory, and from the endless killings that are now occurring.

Looking at the hint of surprise on the other party's face, the corners of Kelrith's mouth couldn't help but put an indelible bitter smile on his lips.

It may be a one-in-a-billion coincidence that created today's Kelris, and also made Chen Cheng involuntarily integrate into this world with the memories of the once dreamlike, and then he involuntarily bumped into the traces of history and struggled in the earth-shattering waves.

It has been said that those who have died once can bravely face death, but Kelris, who has already died once, clearly feels the boundless darkness and dead silence that death faces, which is the source of the nightmare of all the reborn, and the dead are not afraid of death, because the dead are gone.

"Death doesn't have to be the end!

With a strange expression on his face, the High Elf mage stared at Kelryth for a while, and suddenly said with a smile.

But he didn't know that the middle-level mage who heard this sentence suddenly set off an earth-shattering wave in his heart.

For undead creatures, death is naturally not the end, because they have already been reborn after death, existing in another form, although this state has lost its senses, lost its happiness, and lost all emotions, but it can be regarded as a kind of alternative immortality, and now the only ones who can laugh and shout this barely aphoristic maxim are those psychics who have been poisoned by high-level spiritism.

"Hmph! Only scrap wood is afraid of death!"

Just as Kelreth was trying his best to hide the expression on his face, the girl elf mage snorted coldly and looked at the middle-level mage with disdain, which also allowed Kelrith to hide himself with an embarrassed expression.

"Lily!"

Shaking his head, the high-level elven mage waved his hand to put things away, and turned to Kelreth and nodded.

"Mage Kelris, I'm Darkan Drahiel! if you get to Silvermoon City, you can come to me. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the two elves had already turned into two black shadows and flew into the sky and disappeared into the night, leaving Kelrith standing there with a stiff face.

"Darkan Drahiel, what a day of great luck!"

Muttering in a low voice, the corners of Kelrith's mouth twitched slightly. Darkan Drahir, a member of the Silver Moon Council of the High Elf Empire, the Mage Lord, is considered the real power of the Quel'Salas Empire, but when the undead plague broke out in the Northern Continent in the future, he turned over and became a second or fifth boy, not only sold his homeland, but eventually even transformed himself into a great lich, becoming the second only lich in the undead scourge in the Northern Continent.

Although with the perception of Kyris just now, the other party seems to be in a normal state, and the elements of awakening are also relatively ordinary arcane abilities, but from the other party's words just now, it can be seen that this great lich who will guard the pain of the blood elves in the future, Dysom, is very likely to have embarked on this path.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Kyrreth gave himself and Kiel a levitation spell, and the two of them slowly flew towards Sunsettown.

On the other side, the two elves that were originally flying at extreme speed suddenly stopped, and the girl elf mage looked at his mentor in confusion as he stopped in mid-air, and his two fingers seemed to be pinching something.

Staring at the fact that the completely invisible thing he was pinching with his fingers gradually disappeared in his mental perception, Darkan suddenly let out a soft snort, and his eyes flickered and turned his head to look in the direction of Kelris.

"Lily, what's your dream!"

"Legend!" snorted twice, and the young mage's eyes flashed brightly as she looked at her mentor.

"Hehe, then the teacher will rely on Lily to protect him!" Turning his head to look at his apprentice and granddaughter, Darkan put away the coldness in his eyes and said with a smile.

"No problem! Let me guard Drahir!

"Yes, you will become the greatest legendary mage, Lily, and the teacher will watch you and watch Drahir become a legend!"